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"Ow--"

The silent mountains almost shook three times with this furious roar of the tiger.

Countless birds scrambled away from the branches in fear, for fear of being affected by the wrath of the king of the mountain.

A circle of sound waves visible to the naked eye centered on the tiger demon, swayed rapidly, and all the vegetation within ten feet was destroyed and wiped out almost instantly!

And the poor scholar in the center, he has a mere mortal body, how can he withstand the angry blow of the century-old tiger demon king?As early as the first time, I was so sad, and my life returned to Huangquan.

However, Master Jianqing didn't even move his eyebrows, instead of retreating, he rushed straight towards the Tiger Demon King.

The sound wave containing the deterrent of the Tiger King spread to his whole body, only slightly distorted, it was cut away by the strange runes on the man's Taoist robe, and even the corner of his clothes was scratched.

"It turned out to be the Tiger Demon King who has practiced for 500 years. No wonder he was still alive after being pierced by my sword. It seems that if you don't break your demon core, you won't be able to kill you..."

Jian Qing spoke lightly, and with a flash of sword light in his hand, he pointed towards the tiger demon's forehead impartially.

Everything in this world has a vital point, and the Tiger Demon King is no exception, if it is not in the heart, it is in the head.

"Hmph, a mere bull-nosed man who hasn't even cultivated a golden core yet dares to learn how to slay demons and slay demons?!"

The Tiger Demon King let out a cold snort, put away the look of shock and anger that had just been attacked by a surprise attack, slowly stepped forward, leaned over and licked the extremely sharp claws, the monster who died under its sharp claws was unknown A few, just a little touch, with the thin skin and tender flesh of a mortal, even if it is not dead, it will peel off the skin.

If it wasn't for him not checking for a while, and the green-clothed Taoist in front of him is very skilled in concealing his aura, how could he be attacked by a guy with a mere mediocre cultivation?

The Tiger Demon King burst into anger, his chest throbbed for a while, and the wound was still bleeding. Although it was not fatal, it also hurt his vitality.

"You bastard! When this king abolishes your meridians, I will definitely spin you a hundred times! Drain your pure Yuanyang!"

Saying that, it flicked its thick and long tail like a steel pillar, and swept towards Jian Qing viciously!

"That can't be done." Jian Qing pointed his feet, jumped away easily, and said leisurely, "There are still two months until my next 30-year-old birthday, and I will still be a child for 30 years. This is recorded in Shenxuzong But no one can break it, how can you let a white cat break the good thing of leaving a name forever?"

To be despised by a 30-year-old virgin? !

The Tiger Demon King's nose was almost crooked, and with a long roar, he accelerated the frequency of sweeping his tail even more, hitting the ground with a rumbling sound, which almost cracked the ground, and the flowers and plants could not be seen at all. ?

I jump, I jump, I jump!

Jian Qing kept jumping on the spot, always at the same speed as the Tiger Demon King's sweeping speed, neither faster nor slower.

If others dare to pass by here, they may think that this person and tiger are happily playing rope skipping.

"Die to this king!" Realizing that he was being tricked again, the Tiger Demon King was really furious.

In this emerald mountain forest, no one dared to challenge him for hundreds of years.

The Tiger Demon King opened his mouth and roared, his forelegs fell to the ground, his thick tail stood upright, and the bluish-white fur on his body exploded like steel needles, and the roots stood on end.

The sharp claws clasped the ground, accumulated strength, and then rushed towards Jianqing extremely quickly!

Almost in the next second, it appeared in front of Jian Qing's eyes, the tiger's eyes wide open, and the sharp claws glowing with cold light were about to tear people to pieces, it was extremely hideous and terrifying!

"It's blown hair..." Master Jianqing murmured, without raising his eyes, he slapped the big cat's face as it came, with a slap!

——The Tiger Demon King, who was three times stronger than him, flew into the air with a huff, drew a low parabola in the air, and fell heavily in the open field.

Who would have thought that this Taoist priest, who looked so thin and weak in front of the gigantic tiger demon, would have such terrifying strength?

The Tiger Demon King, who was stunned by the fall, managed to get up from the ground. For a moment, he felt as if he had bumped into a thousand-year-old rhinoceros.

"How is it possible? How can a Taoist priest who doesn't even have a golden core have such great power?" The Tiger Demon King stared at Jian Qing vigilantly, reconfirming that the other party's cultivation was too shallow to be worth mentioning.

"Could it be natural brute force?"

The Tiger Demon King approached two steps cautiously, looked him up and down in horror with flickering eyes, Jian Qing quietly stood in place holding the sword, and even took the time to dust off the dust on his sleeves.

No matter how you look at it, the handsome man in the fluttering Taoist robe in front of him really can't be connected with a bull.

"Hmph, you have some skills! But in the eyes of this king, it's nothing more than that!" The muscles of the Tiger Demon King's body slowly bulged, and the huge "king" character on his forehead became as bright red as blood.

Seeing this scene, Jian Qing was taken aback for a moment, this tiger demon king seemed to be different from ordinary hundred-year-old monsters.

With a tiger roar, it exerted its strength suddenly, and appeared behind Jian Qing at an extremely fast speed!

Claws tear!

"Zheng—" It was like a sharp steel thorn cutting on the metal, making an extremely piercing sound, which instantly penetrated the mountains and fields, and the sound pierced the eardrum.

The hard claw tip finally stopped an inch in front of Jianqing's neck, and was blocked by a dark ancient sword, unable to go any further.

The two collided and almost burst into sparks.

"Roar!" The Tiger Demon King grabbed his sword, opened his bloody mouth wide, and bit down sharply with a strong smell of blood through his sharp teeth!

Jian Qing raised his brows and withdrew his sword, and quickly pulled away, but could barely dodge.

The Tiger Demon King's attack was already like a violent storm, constantly sweeping in.

tear!Bite!Tail whip!

Deadly everywhere.

Facing the full-scale attack of the Tiger Demon King, Jian Qing relied on the sharpness of the ancient sword to resist reluctantly, but he became more and more embarrassed, and could no longer be as calm as he was at the beginning.

"Hey, it seems that it's really tricky to use this level of cultivation to deal with monsters at the level of a century-old demon king."

Reverend Jianqing shook his head secretly, and suddenly left the battle circle with a wrong step, dodged several times, and immediately drifted tens of feet away.

He looked up at the gradually darkening sky, and thought to himself: "If you don't hurry up, you won't be able to catch up with going to the city for supper."

The Tiger Demon King lost his shot, and became even more angry. Just as he was about to pounce on him again, he saw the Taoist priest make an incomprehensible move: ——This guy actually started to take off his clothes!

"Mortal!" The Tiger Demon King snorted proudly, and said coldly, "Do you regret it now and want to seduce me? If you lie down obediently, since your appearance is not bad, This king will consider letting you have a good time before you die, hahaha!"

Jian Qing didn't pay attention to its nonsense at all, just untied his belt casually, the dark green Taoist robe seemed to have spirituality, radiantly flowing under the moonlight, runes flashed on the hem, and slowly disappeared from his body, as if never Didn't pass through.

It turns out that this is not a piece of clothing, but a pair of defensive instruments!

However, the glamorous scene imagined by the Tiger Demon King did not appear, and Jian Qing was still wearing a silver-white silk robe, flying with the wind in the night.

The ancient sword in white clothes, the Taoist bone fairy style, has a bit of dusty temperament, which is completely different from the ordinary monks just now.

The mighty aura contained between the brows even made the Tiger Demon King terrified, and under a strong sense of crisis, it began to back away in fear.

With a calm expression on his face, Jian Qing raised his hand and waved the sword, while his plain white long sleeves fluttered, he said a short but firm word: "Go."

"Who are you? Why do you have the air of a half-immortal?!"

In the terrified pupils of the Tiger Demon King, that simple long sword flew towards him like lightning, with a brilliant silver light--passing through the heart of his forehead!

It could no longer know the answer, and fell limply on the ground, so dead that it couldn't die any more.

Not even half of the blood spattered out.

The surrounding fields are quiet and the only sound is the wind.

Only the messy and overturned trees and bushes all over the ground indicated that a fierce fight had just taken place.

Jian Qing squatted next to the tiger demon king's corpse, randomly picked up a branch and held it in his hand, poked the white tiger's head, paws and buttocks.

After making sure that there was no more movement from it, Jian Qing stretched out his claws contentedly, touching the still soft fur of the tiger, his eyes turned green.

"Finally, I have a complete tiger skin to make a pillow... This is a good profit."

A smile appeared on Jianqing's face, he took out a skinning knife from his Qiankun bag, and was about to start exploiting the remaining value of this tiger demon. Anyway, this guy is not a good thing, and he doesn't have the slightest psychological burden.

He was still talking to himself: "Using your fur to save someone who can't sleep at night from the water and fire is considered a merit. I will save you when you dream at night..."

——The only pity is that there is no way to support the head.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, the sky is peeling and cramping.

Jian Qing was having a great time working on the Tiger Demon King. Just as the knife crossed the tiger demon's head, a strange red light suddenly shot up from the unusually bright red "Wang" character on its forehead, and shot straight at it without stopping. Go to the northern sky!

"Oops! Tiger demon soul!" Jian Qing's complexion changed, and he couldn't even think about it immediately. Why does a demon king who has only been cultivated for 500 years have a spirit that can only be cultivated by a demon king for a thousand years.

In his haste, he still didn't forget to stuff the long-coveted tiger skin into the Qiankun bag, and immediately chased the tiger goblin soul at full speed.

A century-old demon king can at most do his best in the mortal world, but in the demon world he is not even as good as a Chinese cabbage, and his status is comparable to that of a thousand-year-old demon king.

Which demon emperor is not an existence that dominates one side?

The natal spirit is naturally quite difficult to deal with, and ordinary magic weapons can't hurt it at all, and it can be reborn continuously.Even Jian Qing, a semi-immortal, is very troubled by this.

The best way is to seize this guy and refine it while he is still seriously injured and weak, otherwise he will be mixed with mortals and possessed by his body, which may cause endless disasters.

Unexpectedly, this fellow was not strong enough, he ran rather fast, Jian Qing chased after it for a long time, but he didn't catch it, and finally he could only watch it disappear into the distance.

Jian Qing looked at the direction in which it was running away, and slowly frowned.

There is Zangfeng City.

"This tiger demon just likes to suck the man Yuanyang, and now it's in big trouble..."

Master Jian Qing stood silently for a moment, decided not to be entangled, and comforted himself: "When the sky falls, there will be a tall man to support it, so it's better to go to the city to eat supper."

The world is big, and the food is the biggest.

Thinking of this, his expression suddenly became relaxed, and he slowly changed into the dark blue Taoist robe, his aura of cultivation was hidden, and he immediately changed from a half-immortal to a calf-nosed man.

Go in the direction of Zangfeng City without haste.

Zangfeng City is an important town in the north, guarding the fortress, the terrain is dangerous, the city has enough soldiers and food, and the city lord, Du Zangfeng, is ambitious.

Jian Qing was born and practiced in the Shenxu sect, and stayed for 30 years. Although he is not as ignorant as a wild man in the mountains, he doesn't know much about secular politics, and he is not interested at all.

This time traveling down the mountain, I have been exposed to what I have seen and heard all the way, so I have a little common sense.

At present, the old dynasty has been overthrown, and the new dynasty has not yet established a unified era of chaos and separatism.

There are three powerful city lords in the north, who control a large area of ​​land. They attack each other repeatedly and compete for hegemony. Du Zangfeng is one of them, and Zangfeng City is his main city. Secretly, it is also called the capital by his fanatical subordinates.

If the north is occupied by the feudal lords, then the south across the Yangtze River is occupied by families of all sizes from the martial arts world. What they are fighting for is not the imperial power, but the supremacy in martial arts.

These mundane things, of course, have nothing to do with Jianqing's half-money.

He is more concerned about when he can overcome the tribulation and ascend, or when he can have a delicious meal that he has never eaten before.

Occasionally, when the road is bumpy, it’s okay to step out to help. The more merits and virtues, the better.

But he doesn't care about things that are too troublesome.Unless it is absolutely necessary, he will never reveal his identity as a cultivator in front of ordinary people, let alone cast spells on ordinary people easily.

Forcible use of power that does not belong to the mortal world violates the harmony of heaven and will be punished by heaven.

At noon the next day, in Zangfeng City.

The sky is blue and the sky is like washing, and there are many people walking on the ground.

Chengbei Tianyin Building is a famous theater in this area, and it is often full of guests.

On the stage, there is a Huadan disguised as a woman, with delicate makeup, clear voice like a spring, and a jade plate of vermilion, which lingers endlessly in her ears, and her frown and smile are all charming.

In the past, there must have been constant compliments, but now the private seats on the second floor are empty, except for a precious chair in the middle, which was originally reserved by someone.

Sitting on it was a young man wearing a sapphire blue shirt, the material of which was exquisite Sichuan embroidery, a jade bone fan handle was exposed in his arms, and a vermilion tassel was very flamboyantly adorned.

He has a handsome and fair face, especially those pair of peach blossom eyes that always sparkle everywhere, even if he just glanced at it indistinctly, it seems to seduce people's soul, full of frivolity.

"The voice is like a fairy, looking forward and flying like a god, what a voice, what a face..."

The man said with a smile, his two long legs were crossed and rested on the low table in front of him, one hand supported his side face, and the other bent two fingers on the armrest, tapping the beat briskly.

Immediately behind him, the clever servant took a step forward and asked with a low laugh: "Young master, this is Tianyinlou's new Huadan, named Pingle, and she is innocent, do you think... can you still catch my eye?"

"Hehe, no wonder you are so agile." The blue-shirted man's eyes shone slightly, he took out the fan and vacated it on the stage, and said lazily, "Ask him to come over and offer tea and rewards."

"Yes." The servant nodded lightly, then turned his head and ordered to Huadan bossily, "Pingle, Mr. Du has a reward, so hurry up and offer tea to my son as a thank you."

The music on the stage stopped abruptly, Ping Leli straightened his clothes, walked to the front slowly, lowered his eyebrows and bowed his eyes: "Ping Le thanked Mr. Du."

"It's easy to say..."

Before he got up, a white palm suddenly stretched out and caressed his cheek. Pingle was startled, and finally resisted the urge to back away, standing where he was and letting him be frivolous.

Of course he knew that the flirtatious young man in front of him was the eldest son of the mayor of Zangfeng City, and he was the next successor of the mayor of Zangfeng City.

"Pingle, there is a dinner party at the City Lord's Mansion tonight, so come and sing a song."

With his fingertips, Du Zhilan hooked the opponent's chin and pulled it forward, stroking the arc of the opponent's cheek with his fingers, without concealing the naked desire in his eyes.

Ping Le lowered his eyes and nodded slightly: "Don't dare to disobey."

Du Zhilan chuckled, lifted the hem of his clothes quite chicly and stood up, seeing that the other party was still obediently kneeling on the spot, with a wider smile on his lips, obviously very satisfied with him.

Except for his father, no one in this Zangfeng City can disobey him. Those who dare to disrespect him will all be squatting in that eerie prison without seeing the light of day.

He simply slid his palm under his buttocks and lightly supported him: "Let's be happy, there is no need for a beauty to be polite in front of this young master."

In the end, he boldly squeezed Pingle's upturned buttocks irregularly, and then he laughed and waved his fan and turned around, ready to leave.

"Young Master Du, please stay."

"Huh?" Hearing Pingle's call, Du Zhilan subconsciously stopped and turned around——

What caught his eye was a chilling saber light, piercing his face!