Ding Nian'er woke up again and changed places. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ding Nian'er was lying on the grass, and the masked man stood condescendingly, watching Ding Nian'er wake up, and threw a pill to Ding Nian'er.

"This elixir to restore injuries is only given to you. Don't let me see that you can't do it before it starts?"

Ding Nian'er picked up the pill and examined it carefully, but it was the pill to recover from his injuries, so he swallowed it directly.

The masked man sneered and said, "Eat before you go in, and then get hurt, I don't care about you!"

Ding Nian'er sarcastically, "Don't say as if you care about me." ”

The masked man flicked his sleeves and walked away, turning his back to Dao, "By the way, you can refine talismans, but I will confiscate every talisman!"

Ding Nian'er was stunned when she heard this, how could this masked man know that he could refine talismans.

What she preached to the outside world was that the talisman was given by someone else.

Ding Nian'er hesitated, and the masked man had already flown to the treetops.

Ding Nian'er couldn't think about it, and immediately a tiger roar sounded. Ding Nian'er found out that behind the masked man, there was a white-haired tiger who had been staring at him.

As soon as the masked man left, this white-haired tiger, who bullied the soft and was afraid of the hard, became majestic and powerful again.

However, for it, Ding Nian'er is not afraid. Because, it is just an ordinary animal, not a magical beast, and he is already a spirit master, and there is nothing to be afraid of for ordinary beasts.

Ding Nian'er's body recovered a lot quickly after taking the pill, and she stood up from the ground with her hands on the ground, cheering up to face the white-haired tiger.

Rao is that it is just an ordinary beast, Ding Nian'er will not underestimate the enemy, or not so much not to underestimate the enemy, in fact, Ding Nian'er has no instinctive experience in these fights, and must have his own thinking to lead the action, which must be a few beats slower than people who are full of combat experience and know how to deal with the enemy without thinking.

Ding Nian'er is self-aware of this.

Ding Nian'er stared at the eyes of the white-haired tiger, looked at its body again, and saw that its front paws moved slightly, as if it was about to rush over and open its mouth to tear Ding Nian'er, Ding Nian'er's heart was tight.

In the past, I used to watch the fight, but this time the experience of facing the enemy in person was completely different.

Ding Nian'er thought that she should strike first, otherwise when the white-haired tiger pounced, she didn't dodge anymore, and she went on the road.

Do whatever you want. Ding Nian'er opened his palm, and a raging flame immediately appeared in his palm.

This flame is not even a little more powerful than when it was the original spirit.

When a flame appeared in the palm of her hand, the air around the flame seemed to be heated, forming a tumbling heat wave. The grass and leaves that were close to the flames were thus dried up and deprived of their life.

This is still the result of Ding Nian'er controlling the periphery of the flames. This flame, after smashing the white-haired tiger, will inevitably cause it to burn into a ball, and its fur will roll up, turning into a roasted tiger.

The white-haired tiger looked at this flame, and immediately became timid, his pupils widened, and he didn't dare to take a step forward.

However, Ding Nian'er didn't use this method in the end, and took the flame back.

When the flames dried up the blades of grass, Ding Nian'er thought that if he fought with flames in this jungle, it was very likely to lead to a fire, and it would not only harm the jungle, but also himself in the jungle.

At this moment, Ding Nian'er realized why most of the fire-based mercenaries would choose to become brave warriors instead of spiritual sorcerers.

Because of this, mercenaries often have to mix in the forest and use fire, which has many restrictions. But if you are a warrior, the fire can be controlled on the surface of the body to burn the enemy, so there is no need to worry about it.

Ding Nian'er is not a warrior, she is not so powerful, she can only attack from afar. So, she gave up the art of fire.

At the moment when Ding Nian'er gave up the fire technique, the white-haired tiger saw the opportunity, ran violently, and then jumped high and rushed towards Ding Nian'er.

Ding Nian'er panicked in her heart, pulled out her feet and jumped to the side, just dodging the huge body of the white-haired tiger.

The white-haired tiger seemed to know its disadvantages, and it didn't succeed in a single blow, it didn't give Ding Nian'er any time to think, and turned around to grab it.

Ding Nian'er rolled to the ground next to her with the edge of her paws and hit the big tree standing next to her. Although he avoided the attack, he had lost the opportunity to retreat.

The white-haired tiger was pressed to bite again, sharp teeth appeared in Ding Nian'er's sight, sticky saliva, Sen Sen's throat hole, the mouth was so big that it could bite Ding Nian'er's head in one bite.

In Ding Nian'er's eyes, she seemed to have seen the scene where she was decapitated and bloody.

At the last moment, Ding Nian'er closed his eyes and shrunk his neck and stretched out his hand in front of his head, transported the gold system thunder technique in the palm of his hand, and suddenly condensed the thunder system cultivation of the whole body into his fingertips and sent it out.

Ding Nian'er felt that the palm of his hand touched the sharp teeth and the slimy mouth, and then, with a few 'pop' and 'bang', a behemoth, with a whoosh, pressed towards Ding Nian'er like Mount Tai pressing on the top.

Ding Nian'er felt that her chest cavity was overwhelmed, and her bones were almost crushed.

However, the head is still there, and I can still think.

Ding Nian'er opened his eyes for the rest of his life and saw the white tiger pressing on him, his whole body was scorched black, his eyes were straight, and he had been killed by lightning.

After the white-haired tiger died, because of inertia, his mouth opened and held Ding Nian'er's hand, and then closed his mouth slightly.

Ding Nian'er felt that her hand had almost risen to the throat of the white-haired tiger. In his throat, the white-haired tiger's gastric juice flowed backwards.

And the white-haired tiger's teeth, although they did not bite, smashed Ding Nian'er's forearm and pierced a few small holes, and he was already unconscious in pain.

In addition to her hands, Ding Nian'er's whole person was also pressed under the heavy corpse of the white-haired tiger, unable to move.

Smelling the fishy stench in the mouth of the white-haired tiger, a strong feeling of nausea and discomfort filled Ding Nian'er's heart.

She frowned and tried to pull her hand out, but she didn't have that much strength.

At that moment, Ding Nian'er, who desperately wanted to escape from this disgusting place, longed for himself to be a warrior who cultivated strength, not a spiritual warlock with reluctant strength.

She wants to cultivate warriors, this is Ding Nian'er's decision.

The masked man in white flew up from the treetops and walked to Ding Nian'er's side, "I still think highly of you, even an ordinary beast is so difficult to deal with, if you encounter a low-level demonic beast, you must be even more helpless!"

Ding Nian'er took out her mind and looked at the masked man, "You wait, I'll get stronger, I will!"

The masked man sneered, "Become stronger, you are still thousands of miles away from the strong, maybe, I don't have a chance to see you become stronger, and you have already soared." If I were you, I'd rather find a piece of tofu and crash to death than think very highly of myself without self-awareness. ”

Ding Nian'er was still angry, but now there was annoyance in her anger. The masked man is right, she admits that she is indeed weak in combat. (To be continued.) )