With the advantage of high altitude, Fang Yan quickly discovered the movement of the Ink-veined Tiger, only to see that about a hundred zhang away from Fang Fengbao and Lin Feng, birds and birds were startled, and the woods were trembling, and they were rapidly advancing towards Fang Fengbao and the others at a speed of several zhang per second.

"It's coming, get ready!"

With Fang Yan's low shout, Lin Feng took a posture with his sword, while Fang Fengbao sensitively climbed a hundred-year-old tree and squatted between the branches, like a quiet sentinel, but at the same time, he also looked like a deserter ready to retreat at any time.

A few seconds later, with a tremor in the forest, a giant black-veined tiger with three heads to tails and eight feet high on its shoulders jumped out of the grass and appeared in the sight of the three of them;

Fang Yan and Fang Fengbao saw a fourth-level demon beast for the first time in this life, its calmness and confidence, which shocked Fang Yan and Fang Fengbao from the bottom of their hearts; Fang Yan did not dare to land five zhang high from the ground, for fear of being jumped by it and pounce down from the air; while Fang Fengbao did not dare to cheer up, his eyes constantly scanned the trunks of the trees around him that could be stepped on, and silently worked out an optimal escape route.

And Lin Feng, the strongest of the three, was like a warrior who was not afraid of danger, his eyes were vigilantly watching the Ink-veined Tiger, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword had already exposed his green tendons due to excessive force.

The Ink-Patterned Tiger suddenly took a step towards Lin Feng, perhaps it didn't intend to attack, this step was just a temptation, but Lin Feng, who had already tensed his nerves, regarded it as the prelude to the war, shouted angrily, and rushed directly towards the Ink-Patterned Tiger with his sword.

The two were ten zhang apart, and Lin Feng arrived in front of the Ink-Patterned Tiger in a blink of an eye, and the long sword in his hand swept across and took the Ink-Patterned Tiger's neck.

As a fourth-level demon beast, the IQ, speed, and strength of the Ink-Striped Tiger were not comparable to those of the same level of demon beasts; although it was Lin Feng's surprise attack, the Ink-Striped Tiger came first, directly raising its claws and slapping on the sharp blade, and the huge power shocked Lin Feng's household with pain, and even the sword was almost out of his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the Ink-Striped Tiger bit Lin Feng's head without the slightest scruples, because of the short confrontation just now, it had already figured out Lin Feng's strength, in its eyes, Lin Feng was like a swift leopard, although it was fierce, but compared to it, it was not on the same level.

Looking at the oncoming bloody mouth, Lin Feng was shocked, his toes were a little, and he retreated sharply, although he dodged the fatal blow, but he didn't have the weight just now, and shouted at Fang Yan in the air: "Help me!"

How to help? This is Fang Yan's first consideration, as far as his own two brushes, going down is simply sending meat, Fang Yan has even begun to think about escaping like Fang Fengbao, with the help of the advantage of high altitude, he can fly directly away from Xuantian Forest, although it is not kind, but life is precious.

It's just that when Fang Yan saw Lin Feng alone and hard to resist the Ink-Patterned Tiger, Fang Yan felt a little unbearable, and after hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth, flapped his wings, and swooped down towards the Ink-Patterned Tiger.

Although Fang Yan's strength was weak, the speed of free fall greatly made up for his shortcomings, and in an instant, he reached the top of the Ink-veined Tiger's head, his fists clenched, and he displayed the Ruyi Golden Body Technique, like a damp cannonball, although it could not explode, but it could also smash a new world.

"Boom!"

With a bang, Fang Yan accurately smashed on the head of the Ink-Patterned Tiger, directly smashing the Ink-Patterned Tiger's head into the ground.

"Whew!" the Ink-Tattooed Tiger let out a wail, retracted his head as soon as his hind legs pulled back, and took two steps back, staring at Fang Yan and Fang Fengbao with pain and anger.

Lin Feng, who had been fighting hard, finally broke the siege and breathed a deep sigh of relief: "I thought you would leave me and run away." ”

"Actually, I really have this plan......" Fang Yan said honestly, but when he heard this in Lin Feng's ears, it seemed like a joke, and he didn't care.

Fang Yan's successful move just now was extremely shocking to the Ink-Patterned Tiger, it didn't dare to attack rashly again, crossing back and forth in the same place, examining Fang Yan and Lin Feng's strength, and after about half a moment, the Ink-Patterned Tiger actually began to retreat.

It's not that it's afraid, but it feels that the price of eating this meal is too great; although it's a monster, it's also a beast of prey, and all its attacks are based on 'filling its belly', and it's bound to carefully scrutinize the gains and losses; if the gains outweigh the losses, it will attack fiercely, and if the losses outweigh the gains, it will flee from the battle; after all, for the beast, it can't be injured, because if it's injured, it can't hunt anymore, which means death.

Seeing that the Ink-Patterned Tiger was about to retreat, Fang Yan and Lin Feng's eyes lit up, while Fang Fengbao stood on the trunk of the tree and shouted at the Ink-Patterned Tiger: "Cub, now that you know that you are afraid, you have the ability to fight with your grandfather and me for three hundred rounds!"

Fang Yan and Lin Feng glanced at each other, and they both felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so they immediately took advantage of the victory to pursue and rushed towards the Ink Pattern Tiger.

One on top, one on the bottom, land and air two-line attack; Lin Feng took the lead in rushing behind the Ink-Patterned Tiger, raising his sword and stabbing at the Ink-Patterned Tiger's ass; as a result, he didn't expect the Ink-Patterned Tiger to use a rifle back, and suddenly turned around, his fangs as sharp as a knife avoided the blade, and bit directly at Lin Feng's wrist.

In a panic, Lin Feng retracted his hand slightly with an astonishing reflex, so that his wrist avoided the fangs of the Ink-veined Tiger, but the blade of the sword was bitten by the Ink-Patterned Tiger, and as soon as he flicked his neck, he threw Lin Feng's sword away, and it happened to be stabbed on the trunk of a tree, and the remaining strength shook non-stop.

For a swordsman, the loss of a sword is equivalent to the loss of life.

And the Ink-Striped Tiger also realized this, and a tiger pounced and threw Lin Feng to the ground, and his sharp teeth bit directly into Lin Feng's throat.

And at this critical moment, Fang Yan once again used the method of cannonballs, free-falling from a height of 300 meters, and used his body to accurately bombard the lumbar vertebrae of the ink-veined tiger.

Fang Yan, who had performed the Ruyi Golden Body Technique, his body was as hard as pig iron, and this smash directly smashed the lumbar vertebrae of the Ink-Patterned Tiger, and the lower half of his body was instantly paralyzed;

"Don't let him run away!" Fang Yan shouted.

Lin Feng also exerted his ruthlessness, and actually pounced directly on the Ink-Patterned Tiger, strangled the Ink-Patterned Tiger's neck with his two arms, trying to lock its throat and lock it to death; however, the Ink-Patterned Tiger's skin was rough and thick, and no matter how hard Lin Feng tried, he could not cause substantial damage to the Ink-Patterned Tiger.

And just when Lin Feng was helpless, Fang Fengbao didn't know when he ran down from the tree, holding a sharp branch, and stabbed it into the eye of the ink-veined tiger;

The Ink-Patterned Tiger didn't move anymore, and Lin Feng slid off the Ink-Patterned Tiger weakly, while Fang Yan, who came forward, looked at Fang Fengbao angrily and scolded, "Human-headed dog!"

Before he crossed over, Fang Yan hated three kinds of people the most, the first was that his mouth was dirty, the second was a lie, and the third was to steal people's heads when playing games, especially hating the last one;

While scolding Fang Fengbao, Fang Yan did not forget to clean up the Ink-Patterned Tiger, this Ink-Patterned Tiger can be described as a treasure, the tiger skin can be made into a luxury product, the tiger bone can be used in medicine, and the most exciting thing for Fang Yan is the Tiger Pill.

Among the demon beasts of the same level, the Beast Pill of the Ink-Striped Tiger is the most difficult to take; the Tiger Pill is located in the chest cavity of the Ink-Striped Tiger, and a vacuum state is formed by the diaphragm, and the Tiger Pill floats in the center; once the Ink-Patterned Tiger is killed, the diaphragm will soon burst, and as long as the Tiger Pill is stained with blood, it will lose its effectiveness; so Fang Yan's technique must be extremely fast and bypass the blood.

Under the instructions of Zhi Brain, disemboweling, breaking the membrane, and taking the pill, the actions were completed in one go, and Lin Feng couldn't stop asking: "Have you ever killed the Ink Pattern Tiger before?"

Fang Yan was too busy to answer, and Fang Fengbao next to him accosted him facelessly: "Even Lei Kite chased him around!"

Hearing this, Lin Feng recalled Fang Yan's tragic scene yesterday, but he was even more puzzled, obviously his strength was so weak, how could he be so skillful in taking out the Tiger Pill that even experienced old hunters had a headache with? Seeing the Blue Butterfly Ring in Fang Yan's hand again, Lin Feng couldn't help but secretly say, this man in front of him was not simple!

The tiger pill that was completely taken out was put away separately, and then all the other parts were put into a cloth bag except for the tiger meat, and Fang Fengbao picked up a few pieces of tiger meat and said that he would go back to honor his father. Fang Yan rolled his eyes for a while, and secretly said that this thief boy is quite filial.

Although everyone worked together to kill the Ink Tiger, they didn't dare to stay in the depths of the Xuantian Forest, after all, the difficulty was too great, and the slightest carelessness would end up with no bones;

After half a month of hard work, in addition to the necessary materials, Fang Yan sold the remaining materials that could be sold directly, and those that could not be sold were made into magic weapons and then sold, and he could also hone his skills, killing two birds with one stone; in the end, a total of 4,000 spirit stones were sold, and even Fang Yan himself was a little unexpected.

In the face of this 'huge sum', Fang Yan was a little at a loss, all of them were hidden under the bed, but the next day he found that there were two hundred spirit stones missing, and he thought that Fang Yun had taken it, and when he asked if it was her, this frightened Fang Yan, and thought that the family had been robbed, and when he was about to deposit all of them into the silver number, Fang Fengbao took the initiative to come to the door and surrender after a thousand cuts.

Fang Yan wondered, how did he know where he hid the money? As soon as he asked, Fang Yan almost spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

"In the big place of your house, there are four thousand spirit stones full of a big bag, except for hiding under the bed, where else can you hide?"

Fang Yan was just about to teach him a lesson, but Fang Fengbao glared: "If you dare to beat me, I won't tell you the good news!"