The competition was in full swing, and each of the participating students was waiting for the principal to announce the list of people who had entered the second rendezvous, but the principal had already fled, and the clear-eyed white tiger that had escaped from the cage was rushing towards the yellow lamb.

In the field, the general of the city protector fell to the ground and could no longer stand up, and the knife trembled slightly, which was very similar to the general's inner description. For a while, the yellow lamb in the eyes of others was already the mutton in the tiger's mouth, and even the Yan Tian coach, who was at the peak of the fourth stage, could not immediately flash to her side and resist a fierce pounce for her.

"Daughter!" The sound was like a thunderous cry, coming from the corners of the mouth of the protector general, and his eyes widened, as if he was helpless.

Coach Yan Tian scolded himself lightly: "Oh no, it's too late." ”

There was a thunderous roar on the training ground, and in the ears of other beasts, it was as majestic as facing the emperor.

The beasts trembled, and the birds in the mountains behind the academy were even more frightened.

In an instant, a black shadow flew sideways, knocking the white tiger into the air, and the black shadow rolled towards the side of the city protector.

The general was stunned, he didn't expect that the black shadow was actually a disciple of the academy, Moka in a ragged linen suit. His appearance was undoubtedly the most surprising only Huang Xiaoyang.

"Moka?" Huang Xiaoyang muttered, a little bit not quite believing his own eyes.

The white tiger that fell to the side slowly got up and shook its head wildly, as if the impact just now made it a little dizzy.

Moka clutched his upper left arm and stubbornly stood up half-legged, with a noticeable dislocation of the shoulder on his left hand. He was convinced that the collision just now was like hitting the wall, and the white tiger's muscles were stronger than he imagined.

"I'm lost, what's wrong with Moka over there." Zhu Ge spat out in shock in front of the two of them. Miyata scolded the giant spirit in his heart, where did you go with the sword first who claimed to be Leizhou, your master is in danger. When the palace boss came back to his senses, the old Wang and Zhu Ge who protected him were gone, and they left the competition area early.

Moka picked up the saber dropped by the city protector on the ground, tilted his head slightly, leaned against the pain coming from his shoulder, and said, "City protector, your sword, borrow it for the time being." ”

At this time, his face was expressionless, his dull gaze stayed on the fierce white tiger, he endured the dislocation on his shoulder, and clenched the knife with only one hand, dragging the tip of the knife to the ground.

The white tiger walked back and forth in place, its shining tiger eyes everywhere intending to see the young man flying sideways, but it staggered and slowly approached.

Moka remained unmoved, his dark gaze slightly blue. In the eyes of such beasts, cowardice is the most stupid thing to do, so he stared at it for a moment.

The citizens of Leizhou who visited the event originally planned to run first as a respect, but the academy disciples who came out halfway were really a little watchful, so they hid in the chairs and watched and no longer panicked.

The general who protects the city is now unable to move, Huang Xiaoyang is even more frightened, and the coach Yan Ping, who arranged the beast race, also has an ugly face, with his cowardly temperament, the beast race is not like what he can arrange, I am afraid that someone will interfere in this matter.

Yan Ping said in a slightly cautious voice, and said in a voice as big as a sparrow: "This group of insidious and cunning villains, the beast king who said that he was good will only attack someone in his consciousness!" ”

It's strange to say, before the game, Coach Yanping made a special trip to order someone to give a piece of cloth containing Moka's breath to the White Tiger to sniff, hoping that the Beastmaster could devour him on the spot during the event, but who would have thought that Moka could be so lucky, but the final outcome was that the Beastmaster met the person in his consciousness, so that the people who Yanping said did not break his word.

At present, Yan Tian is already in charge of the field, he knows that his four peak strength realms are not enough to fight against the Beastmaster, with the current situation, saving people first, a moment of hesitation flashed in his mind, but he still picked up the city protector and went out.

Moka also distanced himself from the white-haired tiger between the yellow lamb, which he may have done subconsciously. The little lamb, the daughter of the city protector on the side, gradually regained her composure, this is not the cute cat and puppy, this is a cannibal, and she can still calm down in this shock, and she is powerful.

A tiger roar pierced the entire competition area, and everyone trembled after hearing it.

The white-haired tiger swooped like a rainbow, and Moka bent over and spun to drive the knife string, and at that time, a sharp pain came from his left shoulder. He gritted his teeth, and the blade deflected off track, slicing one of the white-haired tiger's hind legs right in the middle.

Moka rolled aside again, and when he raised his knife to cut it, he was flicked by the white tiger's thick tail, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, spurting to the ground, and for a while, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the white tiger without distracting, like a dignified emperor facing his people.

After the white tiger landed in the air, a bloody slit was split in the fur of its hind legs, and it walked like a half-legged man, and it no longer attacked, but instead lowered its head to lick the blood stained on that leg.

Carrying a sword on one shoulder, the Beast King, worthy of being a secondary figure in Leizhou City, the dripping bloodline of the Great Khanate, Chu Zixuan was greatly admired in his heart, and he was not the only one who had the same idea at this moment.

The white tiger roared, and a fierce wind rushed to it, like a proud beast king's compassion for his enemies. The one-armed boy's long hair is falling, and the situation is deserted. He stuck the knife in his fist into the ground and half-knelt on the ground, his bright eyes flooded with a hint of blue.

The mad tiger pounced again, but now Moka had exhausted most of his strength, he was deliberately delaying time, waiting for the arrival of the delayed army, and if this continued, he would not be able to hold even half a column of incense and die.

Suddenly, a force came by the wind, turning into two invisible hands to help him dodge. He froze, and the pain in his shoulder became more intense, accompanied by the pressure of his chest. But those invisible forces seemed to be soothing the injury, and he felt no longer so painful.

The white tiger jumped off the beam like a clown in the play, furious. It dragged its injured leg and rushed around, and this time the invisible power turned into strength, and he slightly felt that the next target of the tip of the knife was the head of the white tiger.

Seeing the tiger pounce and the tip of the knife involuntarily lifted, Moka wanted to let go of the blade, but he couldn't think about it, the handle seemed to merge with his palm, and he couldn't let go.

The winner will come out, and everyone thinks that it is a one-armed boy who exposes his strength and slays the dragon in an instant.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and the young man on the field gave up his knife and resisted, and finally fell to the ground.

At the time of the incident, Moka understood the unruly pain in the heart of the beastmaster in front of him, as if someone had deliberately controlled it, so he spared its life. The moment the knife was abandoned, the power dissipated, and the flesh alone withstood the pressure of the big worm.

Thankfully, his mind didn't get out of control, he knew he wasn't a hunter, he didn't have the power to take it from life, he thought. This is what the yellow lamb told him, she knows a divine realm, where people live in harmony with all natural beings, and no one has the right to deprive anyone of their lives.

Moka bent down and lifted his legs, stepped on the white tiger's chest and abdomen, kicked violently, and pulled away again. But losing the comfort of his strength, the shoulder seemed to be more painful, and he immediately smoothed the corner of the dislocated shoulder with his right hand, and he endured the wound on his chest by gritting his teeth.

He looked off the field, Yan Tian's coaching was gone, Huang Xiaoyang was gone, and it was estimated that only Yan Tian could do it. Chu Zixuan on the viewing platform looked meaningfully, and the palace boss didn't know where everyone got a fierce bow, the bowstring was pulled out, and the strong tense sound of the bowstring could be heard faintly, and a trace of cold seepage was flooded at the head of the arrow.

Miyata shouted, "Moka, stand back!" He didn't know what kind of realm his archery skills had reached, so he only told the boy to leave the white-haired tiger so as not to hurt his own people.

I saw that the young man on the field shook his head at him, the palace boss was stunned, he didn't understand him, and the bowstring didn't want to see him die in the mouth of the beast, he stopped the arrow, he thought that as long as Moka was slightly wrong, the arrow was absolutely ruthless.

It would be nice if Mahua Teng was here, just like the last time he was in the ghost corpse, the two of them would deal with a wild beast that had lost their minds, it would be inevitable that they wouldn't have to work so hard, he thought about it and unconsciously showed a trace of contemptuous frowning.

To Chu Zixuan's surprise, the white-haired tiger stopped attacking, as if it was fighting against its own consciousness, its face was extremely painful, and it rolled to the ground several times.

A pillar of incense has burned to the root, compared to Lu Xiaoqian's blind avoidance, Moka's indifference in front of the tiger has attracted everyone's embarrassment.

Moka raised his eyebrows lightly, and said to the white-haired tiger with a slight smile: "Brother Tiger, you and I have no enmity, why should I take your life." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was desperate, but the white-haired tiger still let that dark consciousness be manipulated, and the tiger's waist looked strong and powerful, and even the wound on the leg, it seemed to have forgotten. The only thing that remained constant was that its tiger eyes were still conscious, and there was a hint of despair in their eyes.

The roar of the tiger was deafening in the sky, and everyone covered their ears and listened to it.

Moka smiled, leaning very low, his intact right hand touching the dislocated shoulder, and he used his last strength to compare his voice with the white-haired tiger, which was something that many people wanted to do but did not dare to do. After chuckling desperately, he let out a loud shout, and his roar was no worse than that of the Beastmaster.

He felt like his throat was about to burst, but he didn't want to, and kept roaring, feeling the air in his lungs being drained.

The tiger's roar had stopped, but it was still roaring. The white-haired tiger took two steps back like a trembling figure, and the momentum alone was already lost.

A strange scene appeared in the eyes of the palace boss, Mokara broke the roar of his voice, and the white-haired tiger retreated in fear and retreated to the iron cage.

Moka's voice stopped, and he stood weakly as if strongly, and sure enough, the last trace of the tiger brother's bestiality was awakened, and now he only had the desire to meditate and the will to stand.

The palace boss collected the arrows, it is not easy to be a famous boss, you don't let me worry about it, he shook his head and smiled, the old king Zhu Ge and the two kings ran away with eight bullets, Miyata thought.

Suddenly, the djinn flew from far away, landed beside the cage, and quickly closed the iron door. At the same time as Coach Yan Tian sent the father and daughter away, he also informed the Djinn Djinn, the sword-wielding captain who claimed to be the Protons and Moka.

Chu Zixuan looked at him from the high platform, unable to laugh. The djinn too, but he didn't smile, because the sudden wish of the matter was that he was not there, and he could not control the scene, and the reason for his absence was that the lord on the high stage had arranged something for him.

Before Moka fell, the last of his consciousness told him that the djinn was coming, as he saw the familiar and unfamiliar mask. Brother Tiger was also successfully locked in the iron cage, and he could finally sleep. When the last trace of consciousness disappeared, I saw him fall to the ground with a thud.

……

Regarding the matter of the beast race, Yan Tian specially asked Yan Ping for a trip, and in Yan Ping's room, the two talked softly, and the general content was to argue over Moka's faint sleep.

"Yantian, you have changed, you have always been partial to me." Yanping said aggrievedly that there was not necessarily a trace of repentance.

"Yanping, you're enough." Yan Tian was slightly angry, "I said, Moka will be a new force in the academy in the future, leading the disciples of the academy to the peak of the prosperous world, I don't necessarily expect you to be such a villain." ”

"However, how long can he be hidden as the son of the Demon King, even if he can accept the baptism of the academy and lead the vigorous Browning of the academy." Coach Yanping was slightly excited, "He has always been a puppet of the war. ”

Seeing that Yan Tian was silent, Yan Ping said in a triumphant manner: "You have also seen this beast competition, even the king of beasts is afraid of him, this must be different from ordinary people, better than people in the courtyard!" ”

Yan Tian coached without saying a word, for him, he calmed down this anger first.

"He will be a natural disaster, the god of slaughter of people in the world, what if one day, he causes the sky to fall?" Yan Ping's coaching became more and more excited.

The slap of "snap" was clear and bright, if it weren't for the code of conduct between the identities, Yan Tian would probably do this to Yan Ping. (Well, he didn't fight.) ）

"The sky is falling, and I will fight for him." Yan Tian scolded angrily, he still couldn't help it, his fists were clenched, and a trace of murderous coldness flashed in his eyes.

Yan Ping coached dumbly.

"I see, the devil's children are people, and my children are not people!" Yan Ping scolded and said, Yan Tian was a little sad about his words, Xu Ping's matter did have a certain relationship with Moka, and he felt sorry for a father.

"Yanping, Xu Ping's matter, I have tried my best to make up for it, Moka's matter, I only hope you can be content." Coach Yan Tian admonished.

He wasn't sure if Yan Ping would be able to listen to these words, but he would never tolerate something that endangered Moka.

"Okay, you're a hot day, and you try your best to make up for it when you close your mouth, but what has become of my son now, don't forget who gave it to you." Yan Ping was slightly angry with a hint of grief and indignation, and reprimanded loudly: "I don't have a wife now, is it possible that I don't have a son?" ”

"In troubled times, everyone is a recipient."

"Recipients! Scold. Yan Ping smiled, "The dirty things I have done, the whole world can punish me alone, but the whole world has made me lose my lover, isn't it enough, or say... Putian wants to torture me. ”

Yan Tian turned around dumbfounded. Everything has its own day to deal with, and at present, the things we just want to commit can be few, naturally, only Yan Tian can accept the dirt that Yan Ping has done.

"Yantian, don't look high, it doesn't work with me, don't think I don't know, you have done no less dirty things than mine." Yan Ping suddenly smiled evilly.

Yan Tian turned around, and the words that he had wanted to say several times were held back in his stomach, and finally, Yan Tian asked solemnly: "Yan Ping, I will ask you one thing, I hope you can answer me truthfully." ”

Yan Ping was surprised, Yan Tian took a fancy to this stunned facial expression, and then asked, "You really arranged this beast war?" Or is it someone else? ”

Asked about this topic, Yan Ping began to wonder why Yan Tian asked like this.

"I arranged it."

"You fart, where did the beast come from? How? And who made you change the rules without permission? Yan Tian's coach's pupils widened and asked three questions in a row, which made Yan Ping a little hasty.

"I ......." Yan Ping was once again second to the dumb man.

"No need to make excuses, I see." Yan Tian went to the door, stood at the door again, and said with a gloomy look on his side face: "I am thinking of going out of the same school, I will not pursue it, if there is a next time, don't blame me for not thinking about the same door." ”

Then.. Yan Tian's words seemed to be nailed deep into his heart.

…………

The tournament was suspended due to the faintness of the academy's disciple Moka, and everyone was still living in the shadows, and the world was like this, repeatedly.

"What's wrong with me?" Moka, who was lying on the bed, struggled to prop up his eyes, as if he had just woken up and asked.

Miyata, who was asleep on the side, woke up in a hurry, and hurriedly ran over, and asked with concern: "Moka, are you awake, are you okay?" ”

Moka hummed softly, then asked what time it was.

"You've been sleeping until now, it's been three days." Miyata then spat out Ichitsuko's words.

I slept for three days, what about the event? Moka thought.

"What's wrong with the event, is the selection of the door over?" Moka interrupted his chatter and asked.

"The event was suspended because of the Beastmaster White-Haired Tiger, saying that we would wait until you woke up to make follow-up arrangements." Miyata replied, with a look on his face that he didn't think that Moka's focus when he woke up was actually those deadly events.

When Moka heard this, his heart felt as relieved.

"Moka, do you know, in the past few days when you have been sleepy, Huang Xiaoyang has come to see you every day, several times a day, I don't know if it is because of your heroic posture that day." Boss Gong said with some envy.

Moka looked dazed, speaking of Huang Xiaoyang, that day when he saw the white tiger pounce on her, he couldn't help but crash into the white-haired tiger, and he didn't know what was going on, the more he thought about it, the more painful his brain hurt.

He turned his body sideways, his back was a little numb after sleeping for a long time, and he finally sat up after tossing and turning, and the palace boss hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"By the way, Lao Wang and Zhu Ge." Moka looked dumbfounded, he found that there was only the palace boss here, but there was no old king and Zhu Ge.

"Oh, they're going to get some wine, and we've been in tears with wine when Moka can't sleep these days? Well, it's righteous enough. Miyata suddenly arrived at something again, and said, "Don't worry, the money for the wine is all at public expense." ”

"Uh..."

Sure enough, there is no stupid person to take advantage of, and only Miyata is the best at taking advantage of it in the world, and the world is a little sincere, at least in my cognition, Gong Boss is the best at taking advantage, Moka thought.

There was a time when I went on the market to buy meat, and the meat price of Aunt Mei in the meat stall was on sale, and Shengsheng asked the palace boss to cut it into no money, after that happened, no one dared to engage in special activities, and in the future, I could only live on the meat brought back by Lao Wang.

Moka thought about it, the white-haired tiger was in a race, and some people estimated that they wanted the life of one of us, and they were afraid that they wanted me, but the white tiger was not as fierce as the primitive beast, which should be the reason why it was out of control. He looked out the papier-mâché window, it was already midnight, and it looked like he had to go to the academy tomorrow.

"It's a bad thing!" Moka muttered to himself, the green silk on his forehead slipping down, and he couldn't help but feel a little depressed. Miyata didn't hear what he said clearly, so he asked a little jerkyly, "Moka, what's the matter!" ”

Moka tilted his head slightly and said, "It's okay." He thought for a moment, and then said, "By the way, where did Uncle Captain with the sword go in the past few days?" ”

The palace boss almost couldn't understand, and the question asked by the young man in bed was too biased, as if asking something he didn't know. But for Moka's beast race this time, others have great respect for him, and the palace boss replied respectfully: "I heard that the captain went on a mission a few days ago. ”

Moka was slightly startled when he heard this, he sorted out his thoughts, and there was a feeling in his heart that the whole thing seemed to have been secretly calculated.

"Miyata, do you know that I am not actually the fourth prince of the Khanate!" Moka muttered in a mosquito-thin voice, so thin that it almost looked like he was talking to himself. He called Miyata directly, but no longer called Gong Boss, only to see him with a dignified face.

Moka had an inexplicable premonition about the secrets of this whole world.

Miyata didn't care too much, Ying smiled and didn't ask down, for him, the current thing to do was to give Moka enough time to rest.