Qingyuan's fist smashed on the tiger's head, only to feel as if it was smashed on pig iron, and a sharp pain came from the fist.

"Oh no, I forgot that although Brother Yuan can use this set of boxing techniques, he has never drawn qi into the body to temper himself, and if this punch continues, I'm afraid it will be broken!"

Qingyang heard Qingyuan's screams, and then he reacted, and hurriedly bullied forward and pulled Qingyuan out of the battle circle.

When Uncle Qinghai saw that his son was injured, he was furious, and threw the steel fork in his hand, wanting to pierce the fierce tiger that injured Qingyuan, but the fur of the fierce tiger was really hard, and it was only a little piercing, so it was difficult to pierce it again.

After Qingyang pulled Qingyuan out, he was also amazed by the hardness of the fierce tiger, you must know that Uncle Qinghai was the most powerful hunter in their generation, and he didn't know how many fierce beasts he had stabbed to death under the steel fork, but he couldn't hurt the fur at this time.

Seeing that the sharp steel fork couldn't hurt the fierce tiger, everyone couldn't help but feel a little desperate, and at the same time, they were even more shocked by the strength that Qingyang had just shown. The fierce tiger, which couldn't be pierced by a steel fork, was actually hit by Qingyang's punch, and the fierce tiger couldn't stand up until now, and he didn't live when he saw it.

"That's a lot of strength!"

The hearts of the people were terrified.

Uncle Qinghai's steel fork did not hurt the fierce tiger, but aroused the ferocity, and the two fierce tigers continued to attack with their claws, tails, and mouths, which made everyone unable to get close for a while.

Seeing this, in order to avoid any more injuries, Qingyang immediately shouted, and then moved his fist to attack the remaining two fierce tigers.

At this time, the two fierce tigers already knew the power of Qingyang's fist, and when they saw Qingyang's attack, they hurriedly dodged, but Qingyang's fist seemed to have eyes, no matter how they dodged, the fist followed like a shadow.

All the crowd could hear was "Bang!" Bang! With two loud bangs, I saw that the two fierce tigers were knocked to the ground by Qingyang, and they couldn't get up again.

The scene was quiet for a while, and everyone looked at Qingyang with a hint of fear in admiration.

It's just that I don't know who reacted first, and then cheers rang out.

A few young people even lifted Qingyang up and threw him into the air.

It's just that after cheering, looking at the other four people who were already injured lying on the ground, everyone fell silent again.

The howl of the wild beasts in the mountains last night had already scared the clansmen, but now there were fierce tigers attacking the village, and there were three of them.

Everyone was faintly uneasy, and they only felt that something ominous would happen. ”

After the silence, everyone looked at the fierce tiger, the tiger was a treasure all over his body, and the size of these three fierce tigers was even higher than that of ordinary big insects, and their value was extraordinary.

In the end, after deliberation and Qingyang's humility, Qingyang monopolized one tiger, and the rest of the injured people got one, and the remaining one was shared by everyone.

At the same time, Uncle Qinghai, who has the greatest prestige among the people, arranged for someone to deal with the funeral of the three people who were killed by the tiger, fortunately, although Qingming was shot away by the tiger, he was only seriously injured and his life was unharmed.

Qingyang couldn't interfere in these things at the moment, so after saying goodbye to everyone, he walked towards his yard with the tiger corpse that was assigned to him in one hand.

Everyone couldn't help but be shocked when they saw him carrying a tiger corpse of seven or eight hundred catties, as light as nothing.

Qingyuan endured the pain in his hands, caught up with Qingyang, and asked why his strength suddenly increased.

Qingyang talked to Qingyuan while walking back, and when he returned to the courtyard, Qingmu also came out at this time, and when she saw the huge tiger corpse, she was so frightened that her face was bloodless, and she almost fainted.

Qingyang hurriedly threw away the tiger corpse and went to help it.

After listening to Qingyuan say that Qingyang killed the Three Tigers alone, Qingmu glanced at Qingyang fearfully, and was a little proud.

Seeing that his mother was fine, Qingyang went into the house and took out a sharp knife, first releasing the blood from the tiger corpse.

It's just that as the sharp knife pierced from under the jaw of the tiger corpse, blood flowed out, and the courtyard was filled with an indescribable vitality, without the smell of blood.

And the Nameless Fist Sutra cultivated by Qingyang actually came with a thirst for tiger blood at this time. It seems to be constantly urging Qingyang to drink the tiger blood.

Qingyang was originally a little resistant to drinking tiger blood raw, but thinking of the origin of the Nameless Fist Sutra and the words of the uncle under the old locust tree, at the moment, in the shocked eyes of Qingyuan and Qingmu, he lifted the tiger corpse, and began to drink it in a big gulp with his mouth against the blood vessels under the jaw of the tiger corpse that were broken by a sharp knife.

The strange thing is that the originally smelly blood, Qingyang drank it in his mouth at this time, and he felt extremely sweet.

And as the tiger blood was drunk, Qingyang only felt that a huge amount of energy was constantly integrated into the flesh, constantly strengthening Qingyang's body.

After drinking all the tiger blood, Qingyang only felt that his whole body was hot, and the energy in the flesh and blood around his body continued to impact, as if his body was about to explode at any time.

Feeling the constant impact of the energy in his body, Qingyang involuntarily began to play the nameless fist sutra, as the fist sutra was cast, Qingyang felt the energy that constantly impacted his body at this time, along with the fist sutra moves, constantly integrated into the skin, and constantly strengthened its muscles and flesh.

Qingyuan, who was standing on the side, saw that he was playing the boxing scripture passed to them by his uncle under the old locust tree before, but at this time, Qingyang used it, and every move was full of power and indescribable charm.

Although on the way here, Qingyang had already told him that he was getting stronger because of this fist scripture, but he was still suspicious in his heart, and at this time, seeing Qingyang waving his fist, he couldn't help but believe it.

So involuntarily began to cultivate with Qingyang.

Almost all the children in the village have been taught by their ancestors under the old locust tree, but there are few who have persevered, Qingyuan had given up before, but he really practiced for a few years before giving up, after all, every child has the dream of punching the immortal demon of Nanshan and stepping on the little dragon girl of the North Sea.

At this time, as Qingyang came out, he actually felt a stream of energy entering his body, which made him both surprised and happy in his heart.

When Qingyang finished refining the tiger blood energy integrated into the flesh and blood of his body with the cultivation of the Fist Sutra, he stopped, only to feel that his own strength had increased a lot, and he felt that his heartbeat was more powerful than before, and every time he jumped, it was like a heavy mallet beating a drum, full of a sense of power.

Feeling the improvement of his own strength, Qingyang was happy, and was about to share it with Qingyuan, but saw that Qingyuan was actually practicing this ancient boxing scripture, and there were constantly black objects in the sweat pores around his body, although it was very slow, but it was indeed in the row.

Seeing this, Qingyang knew that Qingyuan had started the path of cultivation, and he couldn't help but be happy for him in his heart.

The two grew up together since childhood, and their relationship is deep, and Qingyang naturally hopes that Qingyuan can become stronger.

After Qingyuan finished fighting, Qingyang looked at him and saw that although he also had a layer of sludge-like black objects attached to his body, it was much less than when he first cultivated.

It's just that Qingyang didn't have the heart to explore these at this time, and said to Qingyuan in disgust that you should quickly clean the dirt on your body, and it stinks to death.

Qingyuan only noticed the changes in his body at this time, and he also felt that it was smelly, and he hurriedly filled two buckets of water in the well to clean it, and then he felt refreshed, especially when he felt that his body was full of strength, he couldn't help jumping up happily, hugged Qingyang, and said, "Ah Yang, brother, I can also practice this ancient boxing scripture now, you look at it, it won't be long before you are not my brother's opponent!" He burst out laughing.

Qingyang moved his hand away, turned his head and saw the tiger corpse on the ground, and couldn't help but scold, "Damn!" ”

After scolding, he hurriedly picked up the sharp knife and bucket on the ground and ran towards the south of the village.

But as soon as he ran out of the courtyard, Qingyang felt that the sky and the earth suddenly seemed to be darkened, and when he looked up, he saw that the sun, which was still warming the people on the earth just now, seemed to be covered by something at this time.

Taking a closer look at the thing that covered the sun, Qingyang was so shocked that the bucket and sharp knife in his hand fell to the ground, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

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