Zheng Qiu lowered his arm and turned to look at the old man, the iron bucket on the old man's shoulder exuded a strong smell, and he didn't have to guess to know that it contained the raw materials for making dung cakes.

Hearing what the old man said was so scary, Zheng Qiu asked, "Is the sleepy tiger the name of the owner, is he really so scary?"

The old man bowed and nodded repeatedly, his face showing panic, and it could be seen that there was a big psychological shadow.

He walked briskly into the distance, beckoned to Zheng Qiu, and motioned for him to follow.

The two walked to the corner of the room in the distance, and the old man trembled and told Zheng Qiu about the sleepy tiger.

Sleepy Tiger's original name was Hu Dali, a seven-foot-tall strong man, this person had a very poor character, not only was he lazy to eat, but he was also abducted and deceived everywhere, and the residents near the dung room hated him very much.

It stands to reason that in this place where people make dung cakes to make a living, ordinary people like Hu Dali who refuse to work should not be able to survive.

But no one expected that Hu Dali didn't know what shit luck he had encountered, and he actually met two cultivators.

Fortunately, with the support of cultivators, he killed none of the families in this house and lived in the only house here that was not plagued by the smell, and then forcibly occupied the three daughters of the other three families.

He also made a rule here that every household should give him half of the dung cake after making it, and even half of the water and rations distributed by the deacons should be honored to him.

As long as someone doesn't follow the rules, he will be buried in the dung room and suffocated, there were a few young and vigorous young men who wanted to resist,

But he was chopped into minced meat by the cultivators he brought.

What he did made it difficult for every family here to live, and more and more people were dying of hunger and thirst, like a tiger eating people.

And because he likes to sleep lazy all day long, the people here nicknamed him the sleepy tiger.

"Kid, if I hadn't stopped you just now, you would have almost gotten into trouble, you know. ”

The old man thought for a moment and asked curiously, "By the way, why did you want to knock on the door just now?"

"Thank you, grandpa, I knocked on the door to find the owner of the house and buy the house. But after you just said that, I decided not to buy it and let him spit it out. ”

With that, Zheng Qiu left the corner and walked straight to the sleepy tiger's house.

The old man who picked up the dung didn't have time to stop him, but he saw the child running to the house of the sleepy tiger, raising his fist and smashing it against the big iron door.

Soon, a voice full of anger sounded in the room: "What bastard?

With the sound, a black and strong seven-foot man kicked open the iron door and walked out of it angrily.

The drowsy tiger had fat hanging on his cheeks, and his waist was holding the general's belly, and he didn't know how much oil and water he had eaten from the residents here.

"Stinky boy, give you a good memory!" said and slapped Zheng Qiu in the face.

"Don't fight, don't fight!" the old man threw down the tin bucket and shouted and ran up from behind.

The sleepy tiger stopped his movements and looked at the old man: "This is your grandson......?

Zheng Qiu interrupted the sleepy tiger's words: "It's okay with this old man, I'm here to find you." ”

These words made the sleepy tiger a little stunned, he had never encountered a child looking for the door, so he couldn't help asking: "What are you looking for me for?"

Zheng Qiu cleared his throat: "Ahem, you listen well." I'm going to live in this house, and you're moving out right now!"

These words frightened the old man who picked up dung stupidly, and even the sleepy tiger Hu Dali stayed there, suspecting that his ears had heard it wrong.

"W-What? Do you say it again?"

Seeing the sleepy tiger asking himself again, Zheng Qiu nodded and replied: "Okay, then I'll say it again, I want to live in this house, you move out now, immediately, immediately!"

Hearing this, a cloud of anger rose from the sleepy tiger's chest and rushed straight to his head, almost lifting the Heavenly Spirit Cover away.

His eyes spewed fierce light, and the fat on his cheeks was so angry that he kept shaking: "You are looking for death!"

He opened his big hand and grabbed Zheng Qiu's head, and made up his mind that he wanted to bury the stinky boy in front of him in the dung room and suffocate him to death with dung.

Seeing that the palm of his hand was about to be caught, the stinky boy's figure suddenly shook and let him dodge to the side.

The Sleepy Tiger's rage added fuel to the fire, and he kept running upwards, waving his arms frantically in an attempt to grab the child in front of him. But the child in front of me let go and couldn't touch it.

After more than forty consecutive scratches, the sleepy tiger stopped moving, snorting and panting, realizing that he was being played.

He immediately dispelled the idea of arresting Zheng Qiu and burying him in the dung room, and decided to kill him on the spot in order to make a name for himself.

Stretched out his hand and grabbed the iron pole leaning against the door, picked it up and smashed it on Zheng Qiu's head, shouting: "Give me death!"

"Child, be careful!" The old man who picked up the dung came back from his fright and wanted to rush forward to help Zheng Qiu stop it.

Zheng Qiu saw the iron pole smashing it, his face was not afraid, one hand pushed away the old man who rushed over, and the other hand pulled the qi to use the folded finger to catch the smashed flat pole.

His arm sank down, and Zheng Qiu said secretly: "This sleepy tiger's strength is really not small, and it is about to catch up with the cultivators of body refining." ”

He simply borrowed the momentum of sinking, and wiped the two fingers that were holding the iron flat pole forward, and with the wiping of his fingers, the flat pole shattered into countless small pieces of iron, falling to the ground like hailstone.

The sleepy tiger stared blankly at the half-cut flat pole in his hand, and it took a long time for him to come to his senses, his face flushed with anger slowly faded, and sweat kept pouring out of his forehead and back.

"Damn, this little bastard is actually a cultivator, and his strength is definitely no match for a cultivator, so he has to ask those two brothers for help. ”

Thinking of this, the sleepy tiger dropped half of the flat shoulder, glared at Zheng Qiu and roared viciously: "You wait for me, don't leave if you have the ability!"

After speaking, he ran away without looking back, for fear that Zheng Qiu would chase him.

Zheng Qiu didn't mean to chase at all, but waved his hand behind him and shouted: "Go slowly! Don't fall on the road!"

Seeing the broken iron pole on the ground, the old man who carried dung could be regarded as understanding, and said in surprise: "Child, you are actually a cultivator too. ”

Zheng Qiu nodded: "That's right, I'm a cultivator. ”

Hearing this, the old man hurriedly persuaded: "Child, leave quickly, don't stay here, the sleepy tiger must have gone to find those two accomplices." Although you are also a cultivator, those two are older than you, and they must be more powerful than you, and they can't beat them.

If you can't get hurt because of this, don't be rash. ”

Zheng Qiu shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent expression: "It's just two cultivators, what is there to be afraid of, no matter how much I have seen it." ”

Seeing that the old man opened his mouth and tried to persuade him, he added: "There are more than twenty people in my treasure hunting team, and they are all ten times more than him! ”

As he spoke, Zheng Qiu pushed open the iron door and stepped into the room.

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