The roar of the desolate tiger echoed in the heavens and the earth, lasting for a long time.

In Liu Wuqiu's room, Xiahou Xuan was sitting on a stool, reading a book in the moonlight, Wang Anfeng closed his eyes and exercised, all of which were practiced, Huang Fuxiong was forced to pour medicinal wine by breaking his chin, and he had already woken up at this time, but he was really bored, only holding the jar of wine, and taking a sip from time to time.

There was a dead silence outside the house, except for the howling mountain wind, but they could only wait here, ready to accept the unknown judgment, and only listen to the vigor of the tiger outside, they knew that this was not something they could meddle in.

But sitting and waiting to die, this kind of thing is really uncomfortable.

At this moment, the mountain wind was suddenly mixed with other sounds, like footsteps, but something was wrong, as if something was holding up on the ground, rubbing all the way out of a strange tone that made people's hearts tremble, Wang Anfeng slowly opened his eyes, his palm pressed on the dagger on his waist, Xiahou Xuan's eyes also moved away from the scroll, and the palm of Huangfu's hand holding the wine jar unconsciously burst into green tendons.

The heartbeats of the three of them gradually increased, and the sound of friction was heard getting closer and closer......

Crash!

The wooden door was pushed open, and a pungent smell of blood mixed with the mountain peaks swept in, making the hearts of the three teenagers soar to the fastest in an instant, the dagger in Wang Anfeng's hand was slammed out of the sheath, turning into a cold light in front of him, and the moonlight sprinkled in front of the man, but it was a white-haired old man, grinning at them, and said:

"Ahem, it seems that you are really not stupid."

"Willow, Willow senpai."

Wang Anfeng saw clearly that the old man in front of him was clearly the Liu Wuqiu he had seen before, but at this time, his clothes were torn and covered in blood, and he didn't recognize it for a while, according to the previous calculation, the old man in front of him had no murderous intentions towards them, and his fast-beating heart reduced his speed, and Liu Wuqiu stretched out his right hand and said:

"Bring it."

Wang Anfeng was stunned for a moment, then remembered something, put away the dagger, took the fan from the table on the side, and respectfully handed it to the old man in front of him, who took the folding fan, staggered forward, and finally sat directly on the ground next to the bed, exhaled a long breath, unfolded the folding fan in the moonlight, raised his hand tremblingly and brushed the hairpin flower poem on the folding fan, and said softly:

"I won ......"

"Lost for sixty-eight years, won this time......"

"I don't regret it."

Wang Anfeng and the three of them stood beside him silently, the old man looked at the folding fan, and gently said some words that the three of them did not understand, but the relaxation, calmness, and remembrance were common emotions of all people, and the old man's voice gradually lowered, and then it became a description of the hundred arts of the rivers and lakes, mixed with some vernacular, Wang Anfeng and the three of them naturally fell into the content he described because they experienced the emotions of the old man.

Xiahou Xuan is gifted and intelligent, he has learned a wide range of ways, and he thinks very highly of himself, so he naturally looks down on a character like Liu Wuqiu, but the old man whispered, quite a little chaotic and vague words in his ears like thunder, many parts, can be taken care of with what he has learned, and he can't help but become more and more attentive, the internal qi spontaneously operates, and its atmosphere is gradually open and broad.

Huang Fuxiong was shocked by the old man's vague and almost vague description of boxing, and only felt that every word of this bad old man was described in the way of boxing, from a high vantage point, pointing directly to the mystery, and the sound of the tiger's roar was still echoing in his ears, so he smashed his understanding of boxing in his heart, and then raised a tall building from the ruins, standing proudly, overlooking Fang Cai's self.

Wang Anfeng practiced martial arts for a short time, and his knowledge of martial arts was far inferior to that of his two friends, at this time he just listened to the old man, to be honest, he didn't understand a lot of what the other party said, but some words made him understand it as if he had some understanding, I don't know why, I heard it confused, but when the internal force of a Zen Gong was running, there were faint changes, and I didn't know whether it was good or bad.

The old man's voice turned low, gradually cut off, raised his eyes to look at Wang Anfeng and the three of them, and said:

"The qualifications are good, the old man has learned a lot in his life, and he has a lot of breakthroughs today, the three of you can't eat them all, but it's not empty-handed."

"One gets its breadth, one gets its height, and the other gets ...... It is pure, the way of heaven is like this, and manpower cannot be completed after all. Very good...... Very good......"

The old man's expression was complicated, and he whispered a few words, and then said:

"The old man is tired, and goes to sleep."

The three of them didn't understand what they meant, but they also accepted Liu Wuqiu's teaching, and they all bowed deeply at the moment, withdrew outside, and lived and died overnight, suddenly like a dream, the silver moon in the sky had fallen, and it seemed that there was a fish white tumbling and emerging.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and looked at the sky, and now he knew that a full night had passed, and this short night, but the things he experienced were more weighty than his life in the past thirteen years combined, and it was unforgettable, and Xiahou and Huangfu next to him also looked a little abrupt, obviously this kind of experience was by no means ordinary for them.

Two streams of light suddenly shot up from the sky, and before they could get close, someone shouted:

"Childe! Son?! ”

The two of them landed, one was a big man in brocade clothes, with a heavy knife on his back, and the other was a tuberculosis ghost, holding a xylophone, seeing Xiahou Huangfu and the two, sitting on the ground with one butt, raising his hand to stroke his chest and exhaling, shouting loudly:

"It's all right, it's good, it's good......"

"It's so scared to death the sixth child......"

And the brocade-clothed man frowned and explained:

"Just now, this mountain tiger roared like a sky, thousands of miles of forbidden, ten thousand beasts are extinct, when someone jumped into the path of the martial arts master of the three grades, two ...... The three sons are fine, so naturally they are very good. ”

"In the future, don't be separated from us again, you have to encounter this situation again......"

Huang Fuxiong shrugged his shoulders and wanted to touch the wine jug on his waist, but he touched it again, pursed his lips, and said:

"You're following? Can you keep the lives of the three of us under the hands of Shang Sanpin? ”

The brocade-clothed man looked slightly stiff, and forced himself to argue:

"Daomen Zhenren, the general of the military family, I am invincible, but if I fight with my life, no matter how bad I am, I can save my son's life."

Xiahou Xuan sighed on the side and said:

"Fight with your life? Master Liu was dressed in a hundred creations, and he should have killed a third-grade grandmaster......"

Hearing this, even the leprosy ghost stopped crying, looking at the wooden house in front of him like a ghost, Wang Anfeng raised his eyes slightly and looked at the sky, at this time the sun rose and dawned, the sky was getting brighter, and he could afford to see the celestial phenomena above, and the thick clouds gathered, like a dragon rolling upside down, wanting to shake the heavenly pillar, and the vision shrouded the heaven and earth in a radius of dozens of miles, terrifying.