Even though Qilang stayed strong, his strength was there after all, and there was a ground rank in the middle of the Lan Feather Spear to help, although the process was a little troublesome, but it was still easy and smooth to take down the Qingyan Demon Tiger.

A good show came to an end, Saburo swallowed the flesh in his mouth and threw the core aside.

"Who?"

Hearing a few strange noises from the side and back, Shichiro's eyes suddenly condensed, and when he raised his hand and turned around, the blue aura came out of his body, turning into a shadow with teeth and claws, and attacked straight towards the place where San Lang was.

Seeing this, San Lang was not in a hurry, turned over his hand and took out the green scale halberd, and waved it out with the aura.

"Boom ......"

In an instant, the aura exploded, and the branches and leaves flew sideways.

"Huh?"

Feeling the familiar aura coming from ahead, Shichiro, who was just about to jump out, suddenly paused, and his eyebrows were even more surprised.

"I said, Shichiro, your welcome is too special, isn't it?"

Looking at the figure that jumped out from the fluttering branches and leaves, his face was even more happy, and Shichiro walked forward quickly and gave him a big hug.

"Haha, Saburo, how did you end up here?"

"I happened to be passing by here, so I came to practice. ”

After that, glancing at the cloth bag that Shichiro was carrying, Saburo casually asked, "Hey, by the way, what kind of treasure are you?"

"Oh, what are you talking about?" Hearing this, Shichiro reached into the cloth bag with his hand and hugged a chubby, fluffy little beast out.

At first, the little guy came out of the cloth bag, and his face was still full of joy and joy, but when he saw another stranger around, his expression changed suddenly, and his four little paws danced wildly, twisted his waist and ran straight into Shichiro's arms.

"Blood-streaked tiger?" Seeing the little beast clearly, San Lang raised his eyebrows, and was even more convinced of his guess, after all, a cub of a fourth-level spirit beast is not worthy of such a treasure as Shichiro, not to mention because of cuteness or something, this was okay before, but now, hehe, he won't believe it!

"Hehe, come over and feel it yourself. ”

After comforting the little guy in his arms, Shichiro grinned casually and handed the blood-patterned tiger to Saburo like a treasure.

"Oh?"

Seeing this, San Lang's eyes lit up, and the answer in his heart was already about to come out, so he raised his hand and touched it straight to the blood-patterned tiger.

However, the little tiger didn't want San Lang to touch it at all, it bared its teeth, grinned, and made a vicious face, and a fat little paw was raised high, and it slapped straight at San Lang again and again.

It's just that its little counterattack can't help Saburo at all.

A hand pressed on the little tiger's head, rubbed it hard, and its face was full of resentment, and San Lang gave up, and then took out a wisp of soul power and probed straight into its body.

For a moment, San Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, although he had already guessed, but after it was really confirmed, he was still a little amazed and a little envious in his heart, he looked directly at Qilang, and his eyes were slightly red: "I'll go, it's really a blood atavism! What kind of luck are you?"

"Hehe, it's actually nothing, I just wandered around that day, and I just picked it up, it's not worth mentioning. ”

Hang around, just

Good to pick up......

Looking at Shichiro with a smug face, Saburo was extremely speechless, he knew that this topic was Shichiro's home field, and it was very unwise to discuss it further, so he asked directly: "So, you plan to nourish it with the essence blood of other tiger clans to help it transform?"

"That's right. Hearing this, Shichiro nodded without thinking, but as soon as the words fell, he seemed to remember something, and he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and slapped his head suddenly: "Ah! I haven't taken my essence blood yet!"

After that, he didn't care about stimulating San Lang anymore, so he turned around and ran straight towards the Qingyan Demon Tiger not far away.

Slowly following and looking at Qilang, who was skilled in collecting blood, San Lang said again: "It's just that the spirit beast essence blood of the level of Qingyan Demon Tiger shouldn't have much effect on it, right?"

And Shichiro couldn't help but sigh when he heard this, and said helplessly: "Then what can be done? ”

While speaking, his subordinates did not stop, and soon took out all the essence blood of the Qingyan Demon Tiger.

"Whew......"

In the cloth bag on his chest, the two paws of the blood-streaked tiger were on the outside, revealing a small head, his face was full of impatience, but he had been waiting for a long time, seeing this, he let out a roar of joy, a pair of big eyes were bright, and he looked directly at Qilang, and he did not hide the meaning of begging.

"Hehe, you little glutton!" Hearing this, he smiled and stroked the hairy little head of the blood-patterned tiger, Qilang took out a small porcelain plate from his wrist guard, poured out a little of the essence blood he had just taken, handed it to the blood-patterned tiger's mouth, and said with a smile: "Oh, here you go!"

"Whew~"

With another roar, the little guy was no longer polite, and with a roll of his pink tongue, he licked off most of the dish of essence and blood, and then licked it cleanly.

The small mouth smacked it like an aftertaste, and the blood-streaked tiger half-closed his eyes, his face full of satisfaction.

On the side, looking at the blood-patterned tiger with a faint layer of scarlet blood qi appearing around him, San Lang secretly smacked his tongue: "Should it be said that it is worthy of being a spirit beast with a bloodline atavism? This ability to bear is really terrifying!"

And Shichiro was not surprised by this, he first plugged the jade bottle in his hand, put it into the bracer along with the porcelain plate, and teased the blood-streaked tiger for a while, but the little guy didn't seem to want to play much at the moment, but he didn't have a match with Shichiro.

Seeing this, Shichiro stopped teasing it, put it in the cloth bag, and then turned to look at Saburo, just about to reminisce about the past, suddenly, as if he remembered something again, his eyebrows raised slightly, and there was more inexplicable meaning in his gaze when he looked at Saburo.

"Huh?" With a heartbeat, Saburo couldn't help but lean back slightly, looking up and down at Shichiro, always feeling that Shichiro was beating him up and down.

"Hey, Saburo, I know there's a big guy here, are you interested in giving it a try?"

"Oh?" Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows, and San Lang suddenly became a little interested, and asked casually, "What kind of spirit beast?"

"It's the Red Jiao Tiger! Some time ago, I stumbled upon it, and near its lair, there is also a Dragon Heart Transformation Yuan Fruit!"

Hearing this, San Lang's eyes narrowed slightly, and the strength of an adult Red Jiaohu was generally above the seventh order of the General Realm

If you can get a few more chances, and even have the possibility of impacting the princely realm, it is almost a ceiling-like existence among the fourth-level spirit beasts, which can be described as extremely difficult.

It's just that this result is not too unexpected for San Lang, after all, with Qilang's strength, if it is any other spirit beast with lower strength, he also has a little bit of capital!

Just as San Lang was pondering, Shichiro said again: "When the time comes, the essence blood will belong to me, and the dragon heart will be yours, how about it?"

In this way, Shichiro is actually at a loss, but after thinking about it, he knows Shichiro's purpose, and Saburo has to sigh that Shichiro really regards the blood-patterned tiger as a treasure, but the blood-patterned tiger also has the capital to make Shichiro a treasure!

After all, after his bloodline returns to his ancestors, he can grow into a Blood Flame Fire Tiger!

And the Blood Flame Fire Tiger, which is one of the very few existences that can break the limit of spirit beasts and grow into a tenth-level spirit beast, will not flinch against some strange beasts, even divine beasts!

From this point of view, Shichiro doesn't seem to be at a loss.

I have to admit that the dragon heart turned into a yuan fruit did make San Lang a little tempted, and he then asked, "What is the strength of the Red Jiaohu?"

Hearing San Lang ask this, he knew that he had been moved, but Shichiro's face did not have the slightest joy of help, but instead took a bit of grimness, and said straightly: "I just glanced at it from a distance, I don't know what its specific strength is, but according to my perception, its strength is by no means inferior to the eighth order of the general realm, and it is very likely to reach the ninth order of the general realm!"

Hearing this, his eyes suddenly froze, San Lang's brows tightened, and his heart was full of thoughts, secretly calculating the odds and risks.

On the side, Shichiro didn't urge, just waited quietly.

After a while, after several trade-offs, San Lang let out a long sigh, with the current strength of the two of them, if they said that they joined forces to hunt the spirit beast of the seventh order of the General Realm, they could be seventy percent sure, that is, the spirit beast of the eighth order of the General Realm, and they also had the power to try, but if they wanted to hunt a spirit beast whose strength was comparable to that of the ninth order of the General Realm, the risk would be too high!

And listening to the information and conclusions given by Shichiro, coupled with the information about the Red Jiaohu that he had, San Lang already had seventy or eighty percent certainty in his heart, and his strength was probably really at the ninth order of the general realm, and among the nine orders of the general realm, it should not be weak!

Hearing Saburo's sigh, he already understood his decision, and Shichiro was not surprised, after all, he still knew his own strength, and the reason why he asked was only because of the desire and pity in his heart.

"Forget it, the risk is too high!"

Listening to Saburo's helpless words, Shichiro also nodded, but in his heart, the desire for power was a little stronger!

And in San Lang's heart, why isn't this the case?

The kind of helplessness that he wants to get but can't afford to get it, really dislikes him, he breathes deeply, and suppresses the irritability, helplessness and desire in his heart, Saburo doesn't want to talk more about this topic, and asks casually: "How are you doing these days?"

On the side, Shichiro also quickly adjusted his mentality, smiled heartily when he heard this, and said, "I'm okay."

Ahh

After that, he looked around again, and said, "This is not a place to talk, let's go, go to my place!

"Just right, I'll show you another good thing!"

"Oh?" Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows, and San Lang felt a little curious in his heart, but when he saw Qilang's appearance, he knew that he was going to sell it, so he simply didn't ask, waved his little hand, and said, "Then let's go!"

"Hey, come with me!"

With that, Shichiro's figure flickered, and he rushed straight in one direction, and in a few flashes, his figure had already disappeared between the layers of branches and leaves.

Seeing this, Saburo didn't stay any longer, and jumped on his knees and chased after Shichiro......

(End of chapter)