In the middle of the summer, the air is hot and dry. Knowing that he was hiding in a tree not far away, he hissed and screamed exhaustively, as if in his ears, and as if in the distance.

There was a bush under the tree, and in the grass was a teenager. The lush grass covered most of his body, and he could only vaguely see a white shirt, and his half-bent body was like a bow full of strings, ready to attack.

The whole ground of this midsummer steam was soaked in the heat of the fire, and the speckled sunlight fell on the young man's body through the lush foliage above, and the white clothes that were sunburned were completely wet with sweat and clinging to his back.

The boy remained motionless and waited quietly, a pair of calm eyes peeking out of the gap in the grass, staring into the distance.

"Roar"

A huge roar suddenly sounded in the distance, full of anger. Immediately afterwards, a burst of sounds came, from far and near, the speed was incredible, and in a few breaths, you could faintly see the grass and trees shaking not far away.

"It's coming!"

The boy's eyes tightened suddenly.

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A thin figure jumped out of the grass, and immediately jumped up to the nearest tree after landing on the ground, and swooped down on another tree with a skillful kick, which was the one next to the boy.

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What came out was a little monkey, and every few jumps it didn't forget to turn around and grin a few times, as if mocking.

Finally, as soon as the little monkey settled down, a fiery red figure burst out of the grass, and it turned out to be a half-human-tall tiger.

As soon as the tiger that had just jumped out saw the little monkey, it seemed to see an enemy who did not share the sky, a pair of tiger eyes were already red, and the tiger tail like a steel whip made a crackling sound in the air, and jumped violently and pounced on the little monkey.

As the tiger passed, the air seemed to become hot and slightly distorted.

Even if the tiger has the strength to gather qi and consummation, this leap can completely pounce on the little monkey on the tree.

The little monkey still didn't dodge, stretching out his monkey paw and pointing at the tiger and mocking.

The boy under the tree had already tightened his body when the tiger jumped up, and the tiger was getting closer and closer, closer and closer, and even the saliva from the tiger's mouth was clearly visible.

Three zhang, two zhang, one zhang...... The boy still didn't move, and even the little monkey stopped taunting and became slightly flustered.

Two meters, one meter......

Finally, the boy moved, and his whole body shot out of the grass like an arrow off the string. In his hand, a short, delicate dagger glowed with cold light.

At this moment, the tiger was in mid-air, the old power was about to be exhausted, but there was nowhere to borrow new power, so he could only watch as the boy jumped up and hugged the back of its neck, and the dagger in his hand stabbed mercilessly along the throat of the jaw.

Poof, poof......

As soon as the dagger was pierced into the throat, it was pulled out, and then stabbed into the tiger's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, it had already been stabbed twice.

The young man's delicate face was expressionless, and his eyes were calm and terrifying, as if he was not killing tigers, but picking vegetables.

'Roar'

The huge pain stimulated the tiger completely crazy, and the huge tiger body twisted in the air, and Yang Chen fell to the ground fiercely, making a dull sound.

The throat was pierced, and the roar of the tiger was like a broken bellows, which was extremely unpleasant.

Almost at the moment of landing, the young man immediately supported the tiger's head and jumped up, pulled out the dagger with his right hand, and blasted it along the tiger's neck again, and then slammed everything down.

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Before the tiger could react, his head was almost cut in half, and the blood-spattered boy was all over. After doing all this, the young man didn't even have time to pull out the dagger, and without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and took a few steps back.

"Bang"

As soon as the boy stepped back, a tiger tail like a steel whip swept fiercely where he had just stood, throwing out a deep mark, and the cyan grass splashed.

The little monkey in the tree jumped down and landed on his shoulder, looking at the tiger rolling on the ground.

The entire tiger was stabbed only three times, including two in the throat and one in the eye. The most lethal was the last one, the entire neck was almost severed, and it couldn't even get up. After instinctively throwing out that tail with all his strength, the entire tiger body was completely paralyzed.

"Roar...... Roar ......"

The tiger's low roar was inaudible and turned into a moan, and the entire tiger's head was completely covered in blood. A man and a monkey stood aside like this, and the tiger had no ability to resist at all, but the boy did not continue to move, waiting for it to finish the last moment of its life.

The moaning is getting smaller and smaller, and only a faint breathing sound can be heard, but it is also more out and less in. Finally, a quarter of an hour later, the tiger that had just been fierce was left with a cold corpse.

The boy looked at the corpse in front of him with some distraction.

His name is Yang Chen, he is sixteen years old this year, and he is the eldest disciple of the Southern Ion Seat of the Peak Lord of the nearby Luoxin Peak, and he is also the only disciple of the entire Luoxin Peak.

Why is it said that he is the only disciple? Because there are only two people in the entire Luoxin Peak, one is his master Venerable Nan Ion, and the other is him.

He had grown up here since he was a child, and when he was six years old, Shizun began to let him face this kind of tiger alone, telling him that they were mind cultivators, different from the cultivators of other peaks.

Yang Chen didn't know where it was, and he had never thought about this kind of question, as if he never thought about why he ate.

He only knew that the place where he lived was called Luoxin Peak, and the two peaks adjacent to Luoxin Peak were Wusheng Peak and Daluo Peak.

Here, it is possible to cultivate, and those who cultivate are called cultivators.

The so-called cultivator is to boil flesh and blood, hone muscles and bones, and his body far surpasses that of ordinary people. It is said that some powerful practitioners are even able to incarnate and level a mountain peak with a single move.

Of course, he hadn't seen any of this, but he had just heard what Zi Ling'er from Wusheng Peak said.

However, the master did not let him become a cultivator, and since the age of six, he often came here to hunt tigers and began his path of spiritual cultivation.

From the fear of running for his life at the beginning, to the fear he endured later, and then to the crazy fight, until now, his face has not changed.

In the first three years, Yang Chen didn't know how many times he had been chased by the tiger, and how many times he had fled for his life. In the next six years, Yang Chen went from killing a tiger in seven days to killing a tiger in five days and then killing one in three days, and now he doesn't have much effort even if he kills two or three a day.

In ten years, Yang Chen didn't know how many tigers he had killed, and he had changed from a child who didn't even dare to catch him to a young man who picked up a dagger without mercy.

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A piercing cry in his ears interrupted Yang Chen's thoughts, but it was the little monkey lying on the tiger's throat sucking blood, and when it was happy, it raised its head and chirped at Yang Chen.

This little monkey was met by Yang Chen five years ago, and that time he was about to leave after killing the tiger and taking the tiger skin, but he saw the little monkey who had been thin and embarrassed not far away, looking at him pitifully, looking malnourished.

He knew that both cultivators and demon beasts had a demand for the essence and blood of demon beasts, and it contained the essence of demon beasts, which was very beneficial to their body refining, and their cultivation would get twice the result with half the effort.

"Give it to you if you want it. Yang Chen saw that he was pitiful, so he kicked at the tiger corpse and motioned for the little monkey to come over.

Every time he killed the tiger, he just took the skin and went back, and Nan Ion didn't allow him to drink the blood of the demon beast, the reason was that they were mind cultivators.

The little monkey seemed to be really hungry, and he didn't care about being afraid, so he jumped and ran over, lay on the tiger and began to suck blood. Yang Chen didn't leave, just squatted next to him and watched.

The little monkey's body was too small, and he couldn't drink it after a few sips, and when he saw that Yang Chen was still watching, he took a little bit with his paw and carefully handed it to Yang Chen.

Yang Chen's heart was slightly warm, and he felt sympathy when he saw the little monkey's pitiful appearance, plus he didn't have any playmates, so he took the little monkey back to the heart peak, and Nan Ion also named the little monkey Sun Tian.

"I've been drinking it for five years, why do you little monkey still look malnourished except that you've become energetic?" Yang Chen picked up the dagger and skillfully skinned the tiger, muttering.

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As soon as he muttered casually, the little monkey on the other side of the tiger who was drinking immediately jumped up as if he had been stepped on by his tail. The two paws were still humanely pinching their waists and grinning at Yang Chen, and no one could see the anger on the monkey's face.

"Okay, Sun Tian, don't call it a little monkey, okay?" Yang Chen said with a smile.

Saying this, the little monkey lowered his head and continued to drink with a still angry appearance.

Peeling this kind of thing, Yang Chen doesn't know how many times he has done it over the years, and in less than a while, a tiger skin without a tiger head was completely peeled off. The little monkey was almost drunk, and lay down contentedly, scratching his body from time to time.

"It's not early, we should go back" Yang Chen looked up at the sky, the sun was setting in the west, the sky was slightly yellow, and there was no glare at noon.

Before the little monkey sat up and could express his opinion, Yang Chen pulled the hair on his head and threw it on his shoulder, and with his other hand, he lifted the tiger skin and ran towards a mountain peak that towered into the clouds not far behind him.

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There was a disgruntled cry of a monkey in the forest.

"Hey, you say you're a monkey, why can you understand us?"

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A cry of pride.

"Could it be the offspring of humans and monkeys?"

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Anger was mixed with cries of disdain.

"You little monkey, why do you have to care so much about the name?"

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A cry of loss.

"It can't really be the offspring of humans and monkeys, right?"

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Angry and frantic screams.

"Haha"

"Don't catch it, if you grab it again, your clothes will be rotten, and you can only wrap it in tiger skin. ”

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"I'm not like you can go without clothes. ”

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"By the way, why don't you care so much about your name and don't you like to wear clothes?"

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"Don't keep chattering, come, I'll teach you to speak. ”

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"Call Big Brother"

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"Call Big Brother, if you don't call it next time, you will have no blood to drink"

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“......”

From time to time, human voices and monkey cries came out of the woods, rushing out of the dense foliage overhead, and being pulled by the setting sun to grow old and long, far away. Lingering between mountains, it lasts for a long time and is full of a taste called clean and carefree.