The tiger wanted to hurt Wu Song, not for anything else, it was hungry, and Wu Song had a few hundred catties of food.

Wu Song saw that the big insect turned over and came back, and he raised the whistle stick with both hands, and with all his strength, he only slashed down from mid-air with only one stick.

I heard a loud sound, and with a bang, I struck down the tree with its branches and leaves, and broke a few small trees.

When Wu Song's stick came out, some strange thoughts popped up in his mind.

"It is also a pity that at this time, the vegetation flourishes in the mountains. If it is in the future generations, every grass and tree on the mountain will be paid according to the price, Wu Song beat this tiger and split this tree, I am afraid that he will lose some money and squat in prison for a few days."

Shaking his head, throwing away these messes and opinions from Zhao Donglai, when Wu Song looked at it fixedly, a stick could not split the big insect, it turned out that he was in a hurry, and he was hitting the dead tree, and he broke the whistle stick into two, and only took half of it in his hand.

"Bitter!"

Wu Song secretly said in his heart that it was not good, this short half of a whistle stick, he had to burn the fire, or pick his teeth with the big worm.

The big worm roared, and it flipped over and pounced. Wu Song only jumped again, but retreated ten steps away, a little more than the big worm, which happened to put its two front paws in front of Wu Song.

"Chance!"

Wu Song threw the half-stick aside, grabbed the big insect with his two hands, and pressed it down.

As the saying goes, people tend to be extremely angry when they are extremely angry, and Wu Song is at that point of life and death at this time, either he dies or Wu Song dies, which is completely different from the logic of playing wits and courage with Xiaoqian in that pavilion.

The strength in his body exploded, and he actually held down a tiger that could weigh thousands of catties. With such strength, I am afraid that even the captain of the rice country who played with the shield in later generations would sigh to himself, and he would like to be honored as the captain of the Northern Song Dynasty by Wu Song.

The big insect was anxious to struggle, but Wu Song tried his best to hold it down, and he was willing to put a little loose there.

Wu Song looked at the door with one foot on the big insect's face, and only kicked in his eyes. The big insect roared, and made a pit of two piles of yellow mud from under it, which had just rained, and the ground was slippery and soft, just digging a pit. Wu Song pressed the big worm's mouth straight into the yellow mud pit.

That big insect ate Wu Song, but he had no strength. Wu Song grabbed the top flower skin tightly with his left hand, stole out his right hand, raised a fist the size of a hammer, and did his best to fight.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!"

As we all know, the skull is the strongest part of the human body, and the same is true for tigers, and it may even be thicker. And human fists, although often used to hit people, are actually extremely fragile and often fractured and dislocated.

As soon as these two collide, ordinary people may have already protruded their fists and muscles, and their hands are numb and weak. But Wu Song is different, he is a celestial star, and he is really like a god.

I saw him punch after punch, until he hit fifty or seventy punches, and blood burst out from the eyes, mouth, nose, and ears of the big worm, and he couldn't move, only panting in his mouth.

Wu Song let go of his hand, looked for the discounted whistle stick by the pine tree, and held it in his hand; I was afraid that the big insect would not die, so I beat the stick again.

After all, the tiger is a demon who has been cultivated, and his life is in danger, seeing that at this time, he finally urged the inner pill that he had cultivated all his life, and launched a frenzy, and stood up with a head that was almost broken, as if it was stuck with cement.

Suddenly, the wind was blowing, but fortunately it had just rained on this day, and there was no floating soil on the ground, otherwise when the wind blew, wouldn't it be full of sand and lose my eyes?

"What a brute, this won't die!"

Wu Song saw that the big insect that was beaten half to death actually returned to the light, staggered and stood up, and his heart was also ruthless - only today, I, Wu Song, met a strange woman first, and then met an evil big worm, and I was really unlucky.

If the sky has eyes and blesses Wu Song's safety, then Wu Song is fine, if God does not bless me, then he deserves to die in the tiger's mouth.

The big insect roared angrily, his eyes were fascinated by blood, and he couldn't open it, so he pounced on Na Wu Song with all the smell. This powerful blow is the last blow of this big insect's life, and I really dare not underestimate it.

Wu Song punched those fifty or seventy punches, and his hands and feet were also out of strength, thinking that if he dodged like before, he might not be able to dodge.

When he saw that the tiger's face was covered with blood, and his eyes were covered with blood, he suddenly thought about it, and instead of retreating, he rushed towards the big worm.

"Whew!"

Slide shovel! Wu Song made a sliding shovel and forced his body into the mud after the rain for half a foot, which was worthy of missing the momentum of the big insect and entering its abdomen.

Wu Song used the half-cut whistle stick in his hand as a short knife, and stabbed it with all his strength according to the white tiger's belly, only to hear the sound of "poof", and the whistle stick sank into the belly of the big worm by the roots, almost including Wu Song's hand.

"Roaring !!!"

The big insect suffered a heavy blow, and could no longer return to the sky, fell to the ground, and struggled a few times with his hands and feet, but could not stand up.

Wu Song let go of his hand, looked for the discounted whistle stick by the pine tree, and held it in his hand; I was afraid that the big insect would not die, so I beat the stick again. Seeing that the anger was gone, he lost his stick.

"What a brute, you can't wear my clothes."

The clothes he wore were originally on Chai Jinzhuang, and Song Jiang asked someone to sew them for him, but at this time they were stained with yellow mud and grass leaves and tiger blood, and it was also a loss that the tiger had not eaten for a long time, otherwise the clothes would have to be more yellow and white.

Wu Song pondered, "I'll drag this dead worm down to Gangzi on the spot? This one has a good fur, and it can be exchanged for some silver taels." When the hands are lifted in a pool of blood, there is a lift. It turned out that when he fought the tiger, he used all his strength, plus he didn't rest all night, and his hands and feet were weak.

Wu Song sat on the bluestone again for a long time, and thought, "It's getting dark, and walking shouldn't be important. If it is postponed here, if the strange woman from before reappears, there will really be nowhere to reason. and struggle to get down, but tomorrow morning he will take care of it."

So he searched for the felt hat by the stone, and just as he was leaving, he suddenly saw a little red glow on the body of the great insect. Wu Song was curious, and took a closer look, it turned out that at the wound of the tiger's abdomen, there was a round ball-shaped object, glowing red in the dawn night.

Wu Song put his hand in, and touched the thing bloodily, then wiped it on his dirty clothes, revealing his true face, which was actually a round ball that looked like a stone but not a stone, like a jade but not a jade.

"What is this? Ah, yes. I often hear people say that after cultivating for a long time, the mountain spirit and wild monster will produce an inner pill in their body, could it be that this is the case? Even if it's not, it's a rarity, so it's better to take it back and give it to my brother."

Wu Song put away the ball, turned around the edge of the chaotic woods, and pulled down the hill step by step. After walking less than half a mile, I saw two big insects coming out of the dead grass. Wu Song said, "Ah! I'm going to do it now!"

I saw the two big insects standing upright in the dark shadow. When Wu Song looked at it, it was two people, sewing the tiger skin into clothes, tightly tightening on their bodies, holding a five-strand fork in each hand, seeing Wu Song, he was taken aback and said, "You, are you a human or a ghost, a human or a ghost?!"