The moment the man's hand was taken out, the originally fierce tiger roared, and his body fell directly to the ground, and there was no sound!

The man's arm was already red with tiger blood, and the man held two tiger fangs in his palm, and the tips of the fangs were constantly dripping with blood.

"Woo!" the smell of blood made the remaining three tigers even more tyrannical, letting out a deafening roar.

"Do you want to end up like those two beasts?" the blood-stained tiger fangs in the man's hand pointed at the three tigers, and his voice was cold.

The body of the three majestic and furious tigers trembled, and the tiger's eyes turned with fear.

"Why don't you get out of here?" the man scolded again, his eyes swept like a sword.

When his eyes touched, the three fierce tigers turned around directly, whining mournfully, and fled backwards in embarrassment, disappearing from sight in an instant.

The man glanced indifferently, then pulled out the dagger from his waist and began to peel the skin - tiger skin!

In just two minutes, two intact tiger skins were stripped off by the man.

Airplanes!

At the moment when the tiger skin was peeled, the man's eyes froze: "What happened to the family?"

Before the man could react, the sound of a helicopter sounded in the air.

"Siberian tiger, there is a mission!" At this moment, the man's communicator rang.

"It seems that I, a beast that shouldn't have appeared in human society, can finally go out of the mountain again!" The man looked up at the helicopter that was getting closer and closer, and grinned: "It's just right, my two tiger skins can be given to the third master as a cushion!"

Siberian tiger!

This is the humanoid tiger king who has been secretly cultivated by the Long family, who has been with wild beasts since he was a child, and even the fierce tigers and beasts tremble!

.....

West.... South, an old street, a corner, a beggar in front of a half-broken bowl, holding a thumb-thick three-foot bamboo root in his hand.

The beggar closed his eyes slightly, not at all worried about whether he would get anything!

Airplanes!

Suddenly, a metal instrument like a thumb on the beggar's waist shook slightly, making a sound. The beggar's cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce color, which frightened a man who was about to give alms to turn white, and quickly fled in terror.

"Beggar, there is a mission!" a cold voice sounded from the metalware.

Boom!

The bamboo root in the beggar's hand stomped on the ground suddenly, the dirty body was windless and automatic, the whole person exuded a domineering momentum, the whole body jumped up suddenly, jumped a few meters, and disappeared in the dilapidated old street in an instant!

When the beggar left, a hole more than ten centimeters deep appeared in the ground where the beggar had stomped on the ground with a bamboo stick, and countless cracks spread from the hole to all sides!

.......

In the south, a pedestrian street, a dilapidated bookstall is a sloppy old man with his feet buttoned and shouting loudly to sell books!

A young and beautiful woman passes by a bookstall with her seven or eight-year-old son!

Suddenly, the old man's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his calloused hand: "Hey, little brother, little brother, don't go!"

The woman and the child turned their heads, the woman frowned slightly, and said in annoyance, "What are you doing?"

The child was a little curious, staring at the old man with big bright eyes!

The old man licked his chapped lips, glanced at the beautiful woman, and then turned to the child: "Wow, little brother, it's amazing! You have a spiritual light spewing out from the heavenly spirit cover, do you know?

The old man gushed.

"Do you have a book of martial arts secrets to pass on to my son?" the beautiful woman directly interrupted the gushing, demolded old man.

"How do you know?" the old man was stunned.

"Grandpa, what is the secret book?" the little boy asked immaturely and curiously.

"Yes..."

As soon as the old man wanted to speak, the woman grabbed her son: "Son, don't listen to this madman's nonsense, this is a crazy old man!"

"Alas, little brother, don't go, don't go, I really have..." Seeing that the woman was leaving, the old man was ready to stop him. However, at this moment, the communicator on his waist rang: "Scholar, there is a mission!"

The old man's face turned pale, and his tone became solemn: "Little brother, I'm not a crazy old man, you can see it!"

As he spoke, he threw it with one hand, and a book in his hand came out of his hand and flew into the sky.

Immediately, his whole body jumped up, stepped on the book he had just thrown out, rushed directly to the third floor of a building, and disappeared.

The boy turned around, and just saw the scene of the old man throwing the book and jumping, and was instantly stunned: "Mom... Mom, that grandpa really isn't a liar!"

"Hmph, not a liar?" the woman turned angrily.

"He... He's gone!" the little man stammered, clearly in shock.

"I think he's a thief and is hiding, right?" the woman snorted coldly: "Wait a minute, I'll call your dad and ask him to tell them to take care of this mess!"