Chapter Seventy-Six: The Roaring Tiger
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Ao Baifeng first picked up the electric sword blade and flipped through it, a series of characters rushed into his mind, he had already remembered the method line that was running and urging clearly, and threw the martial arts scroll into the air, and a true qi hit it, and the scroll turned into a pile of confetti and turned into flying ashes.
For the sake of security, he chose to destroy the scroll, just in case he was accidentally seen and caused unnecessary trouble.
Lifting up a piece of flame stone taken out from the meditation space of the deputy director, he opened the scroll remnant and looked at it, Ao Baifeng could see at a glance that this remnant was the right part of a complete map, accounting for about a quarter of the entire scroll map, and there was a striking inscription on the map that read 'Haoming Continent', and there was a strange pattern on the left, but it was a little hazy, only a very small part, and it was impossible to see what the place was.
What is strange is that this map does not indicate any geographical location except for the Haoming Continent, and there are seven red marks on it, each of which is in the shape of a small fan.
Ao Baifeng remembered Fang Cai again, the deputy director snatched his fan bone, and the fan necklace, and then linked it with the fan-shaped red mark on the map, he probably understood that this should be the distribution map of the body of the Qiankun Ten Peerless Fan, and one of the red fan-shaped marks was in the endless sea, which made Ao Baifeng more sure of his thoughts, because he was taken to the mysterious place under the sea by the fan spirit, and found the fan nail and the first gear fan bone.
I heard the deputy director say before he died, Chengzhou Martial Arts Academy also has a fan bone, but the six red marks on it, which one is the mark of Chengzhou Martial Arts Academy.
Ao Baifeng suddenly slapped his forehead with his hand, spread the remnants on a square flat stone, and took the flame stone to look at it carefully, "Why am I so stupid, I am moving all the way in the opposite direction to the sea, the location of the Chengzhou Martial Arts Academy should be here, and the nearest mark of this Caspian Sea should be."
Judging from the map, the place that Ao Baifeng is referring to is a deep mountain and old forest, which is very in line with the characteristics of the current location of some martial arts academies, that is, hidden.
"Fanluo, I have good news for you" Ao Baifeng couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, and wanted to tell Fanluo about this surprise.
"Fan, fan, you're okay."
"Fan Luo, are you injured, you should say something" But no matter how much he called, there was no response.
This time the fan spirit was seriously damaged, it was originally a weak soul body, plus the frontal attack of a spirit change master, it would not be able to wake up in three or five years, if Ao Baifeng provided qi and soul nourishment every day, it should be able to wake up in a year and a half.
Ao Baifeng felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, along the way, Fan Luo helped him a lot, and explained to him some of the confusions encountered in cultivation in his spare time, since Changmei Daoist and Ming Xiang left him, it can be said that Fan Luo is the only one who helps him solve problems when he is lonely and helpless, these few months, he has regarded Fan Luo as a relative.
Now that Fan Luo fell into a coma, he struggled alone for a long time, and he decided to absorb more qi for an hour every day in the future, so that he could absorb more qi and soul to nourish Fan Luo.
And now he must continue to improve his strength, otherwise it will definitely be difficult to mix when he arrives at the academy, although Ao Baifeng has not been to any martial arts academy, but he has heard of the atmosphere of some academies, where there are competitions almost every day, regardless of time and place.
Rolling in such an environment, if you are weak, you will definitely suffer, unless you join the organization of a certain academy, then there will be a backer, but there is still friction between various organizations, and only if you are strong is the last word.
The sky is already slightly bright, now the fan is sleepy, and he can't take him to fly anymore, Ao Baifeng's own cultivation has not reached the spiritual transformation, and he can't fly in the sky, so he finally found a piece of feng shui treasure, and is ready to practice here for two days before leaving, but time does not allow.
With the speed of Ao Baifeng, it will take more than a day to reach Chengzhou City, and if you stay here any longer, I am afraid that you will miss the airship rushing to the Martial Arts Academy.
After thinking about it, without hesitation, Ao Baifeng prepared to return in the original direction.
As soon as he turned around and left, he heard the sound of a giant beast walking through the stone forest in front of him, and it was still a fierce beast, with every rise and fall of the beast, there was a slight tremor from the soles of Ao Baifeng's feet, and the distance was getting closer and closer, and the stronger the earthquake felt.
Ao Baifeng didn't panic, it was normal for a demonic beast to attack in this barren mountain and wilderness, and he could smell the smell of blood here, let alone a demonic beast with a keen sense of smell.
As the giant beast got closer and closer, Ao Baifeng felt that the temperature around him was gradually rising, and it was still cold in the morning, but suddenly it was like a fiery red sun, and he saw a fire in the stone forest leaning towards him.
At a fixed glance, it was a demonic beast tiger, with red flames burning all over it, the body of this tiger was four or five times that of an ordinary tiger, and the tail was particularly long, seven or eight meters long, dragging it on the ground, burning the green grass on the ground into ashes in an instant.
Looking at the four strips of light at the center of the eyebrows of this demonic beast tiger, the "Four-Rank Howling Sky Fierce Tiger" Ao Baifeng blurted out, this Howling Sky Fierce Tiger is a four-grade demonic beast, which is equivalent to a martial artist who has come to Dagang to cultivate, which is higher than the Proud White Wind realm.
The Howling Sky Tiger opened its teeth and danced its claws against the proud white wind, and the whole person was roasted by the flames around the Howling Sky Fierce Tiger, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, and the second foot stepped into the air, behind which was the lake, and his shoes were wet by the lake, but fortunately he didn't fall.
The Howling Sky Tiger roared, bounced up, and pounced on the Proud White Wind.
Ao Baifeng's head buzzed at the unsuspecting tiger roar, and he felt a little dizzy, but it wasn't so bad that he couldn't react.
True Qi ran wildly, covered with a layer of Aoki battle armor, his fists were clenched, his true qi lingered, the violent force tore the air and twisted and deformed, and the wind began to blow around him, and the arrogant white wind flashed out to the right, and he jumped up, dodging the attack of the Howling Sky Fierce Tiger at the same time, a back swing fist, full of strength, smashed firmly on the tiger's back.
"Aobaifeng's fist wrapped in true qi, the moment it touches the back of the Roaring Tiger, the true qi is burned and evaporated by the flames around the fierce tiger, and the fist is also red from the high temperature soup.
The impact inertia of the Howling Sky Fierce Tiger, coupled with Ao Baifeng's strong punch, fell into the lake, and countless bubbles began to roll in the "Goo Dong Goo Dong" lake, which actually boiled the surrounding lake water, and the strength of the Howling Sky Fierce Tiger was really strong.
There was another roar, and a column of hot water shot out of the lake, and Ao Baifeng hurriedly formed a true qi handprint, hit it, and the water column was broken into water droplets, dripping into the lake.
The palm print did not disperse or stop, but crashed into the Howling Tiger that jumped up from the lake again, but when it approached the Fierce Tiger, it was still evaporated by the flames around the Fierce Tiger.
The Howling Sky Tiger didn't receive any impact at all, and danced this huge tiger claw to slap at the proud white wind.
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