"Ziyue, don't move, don't move!" Wuji broke out in a cold sweat, and while reminding Ziyue in a low voice, he crawled towards the stick on the ground. He secretly regretted that although his eyesight and ear power had improved significantly, his alertness was far from enough. As soon as I fell asleep, I didn't know anything, and I didn't even notice a tiger sneaking around. If it hadn't happened to wake up, maybe it would have been an early for the tigers.

Ziyue saw that Wuji's face was pale, and she glared at him vigorously, thinking that Wuji was scaring him. She shook her head again and again, and hid behind the tree vigorously, so anxious that Wuji sweated out. You girl, you treat good people as wolves, but you forget that there is a real tiger behind you. If you go back, you will retreat into the tiger's mouth.

Seeing that the tiger was about to pounce, he didn't think much about it, but suddenly pounced, picked up the stick on the ground, and roared loudly, and picked up a branch of the bonfire that was still on fire with the stick in his hand, and smashed it at the tiger.

The tiger was frightened by the tumbling fire and took a step back, and hesitated for a moment.

Taking advantage of this moment, Wuji flew over, picked up Ziyue with one hand, raised the stick in his hand with the other, and smashed it fiercely at the tiger.

The tiger roared, jumped up, and pounced on Wuji. Wuji didn't have time to dodge, so he had to rush forward with his scalp, and suddenly pounced forward, passing under the belly of the tiger dangerously and dangerously. Sharp tiger claws slashed across his back, sending out a bead of blood, but he didn't feel it at all. Before the tiger could turn around, he got up and ran wildly.

Ziyue struggled and almost fell off Mowgli's shoulder. Wuji hurriedly regained his hold, carried it on his shoulder, and said urgently: "Don't die, want to feed the tiger?" The wind behind him was loud, and a tiger that pounced on the air chased after him again. Ziyue lay on Wuji's shoulder, struggling hard, and suddenly saw the bubbling and bleeding wound on Wuji's back, stunned, didn't move, and obediently lay on Wuji's back.

On a hillside a few miles away, Ying Yiran suddenly stopped, looked back, jumped up, and ran wildly towards the tiger's roar. When the old man saw this, he sighed lightly and jumped up, following him like a shadow. Although he does not turn into a fierce beast like Ying Yiran, his body is light and has his own fairy wind bones.

Wuji held Ziyue in one hand, threw off his arms with the other, and ran wildly. He knew that his strength and speed had improved greatly, but he was not yet narcissistic enough to think that he could race against a tiger in the woods. According to Qin Dangdang, the peak of the strong realm is just healthy and strong, and the strongest representatives of people are those competitive athletes, in his time, the fastest sprinter is 100 meters and 9 seconds, which looks very fast, but compared to animals, it is simply scum.

What's more, his current situation is simply impossible to compare with the best athletes, with a little girl on his back, and it is enough to run 100 meters and 13 seconds. Sure enough, after a few steps, he heard a whistling behind him.

The tiger caught up, and he could almost feel the fishy smell in the tiger's bloody mouth.

Wuji suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed a tree with a thick bowl mouth, soared into the air, and forcibly turned. The palm of his hand rubbed against the trunk of the tree, and there was a piercing sting. At that moment, the tiger rushed past him, his huge body hit the small tree with a rattle, the huge tiger claws flew up the fallen leaves on the ground, and the tiger tail like an iron whip scraped his calves. But he didn't care about so much, as soon as he landed, he ran away.

The tiger pounced again, even more angry, twisted his body, and chased after him again.

Wuji carried Ziyue, grinning his teeth, running like a gust of wind, countless shadows of trees passed in front of his eyes, he felt that his speed was almost comparable to Du Yu. However, it still did not help, and the tiger chased after him with a few ups and downs, and a low roar sounded behind him, almost breaking his heart, and nearly knocking him to the ground several times.

Ying Yiran arrived, and when she saw this scene in the forest, her face turned pale with shock. He leapt to his feet and turned into a red flame beast in midair, and was about to pounce on the tiger, but suddenly stopped. He turned his head and looked at the old man who had arrived in a hurry. The old man shook his head and waved his hand to wait. Ying was also puzzled, and said anxiously in his thoughts: "Sir, he will die, this is flying to ward off evil spirits, faster than a tiger to fly to ward off evil spirits." ”

The old man remained silent, and said with the same thought: "Don't you think it's a little strange to pay attention to Wuji?"

Ying Yiran turned around and looked at Wuji, only to see Wuji running in the forest, getting rid of the flying pounce behind him again and again, looking like a wolf, thrilling, but always able to turn the danger into a disaster between the gaps, and the body is becoming more and more proficient, more and more free.

"Yi, he seems to have broken the stairs again? but...... How is this possible?"

"It's because it's impossible, so I was surprised and wanted to watch it for a while. The old man looked intently at the man and beast chasing in the forest, and said faintly: "This young man is really surprised." ”

Ying Yiran waved her paw uneasily.

Wuji didn't see this qiē. At this moment, his mind was blank, his eyes were only flashing in front of him and large and small stones, quickly calculating the direction and angle, estimating the qiē factors that could be used, and responding in time, jumping or dodging, or hiding or stopping, escaping from the tiger's claws at the most critical time again and again.

He did not dare to fight, and was once again chased by the tiger, and at the last moment, he leaped up, shrank as far as he could, leaped between the two intertwined trees, rolled on the ground, unloaded the momentum, and then got up and continued to run.

This time, the Tigers failed to catch up. With a "boom", the tiger that jumped up immediately after him was caught by Lian Lishu, suspended in mid-air, shaking his head and tail, struggling hard, but he couldn't break free, but he clamped more and more tightly, and the fur on both ribs was worn out, and the blood flowed.

Wuji breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the ground, and gasped violently. The few hundred meters seemed to have exhausted all his strength. At this time, not to mention a tiger, even a turtle can run a little faster than him.

Ziyue was still on his shoulder, the one just now rolled forward, and in order to avoid Ziyue being injured, he deliberately landed on the ground with the other shoulder. However, although Ziyue did not break her neck, her forehead was still broken, and her head was a little dizzy. Broke free from Wuji's arms, staggered two steps, tripped over himself, got up and sat opposite Wuji, with a pair of cross-eyed eyes open and a silly smile on his face.

"Thanks to Lao Tzu's good memory, I still remember this Lianli tree. Wuji looked at the tiger caught between two tree trunks, and then at Ziyue, who was staring at cross-eyed and had a cute face, and couldn't help laughing. He spread out his hands and feet, lay on the ground, and gasped and laughed.

"Haha, Lao Tzu's life is not bad, even such a big tiger can't take me. Zhao Hu, you're a fart. ”

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