Bai Liang stood aside, not wanting to summon the second Tattoo Beast at all. For an ordinary person, a tattooed beast is already a gap in strength that is absolutely impossible to overcome, and it is necessary to summon a second one, not to mention that the second tattooed beast Bai Liang has just been subdued, and he cannot fully control it. If he could, Bai Liang didn't mind letting it out and enjoying the admiring gaze of many young people in the clan.

"Bai Shao, I think this kid is finished, Bai Shao is mighty!"

"Bai Shao is really powerful and domineering!"

When Bai Liang released the carved beast, the young man who was besieging him was scattered, and he was busy flattering Bai Liang at this time. Bai Shaobai screamed, no matter how fleshy and numb the words were, he could say it.

Bai Liang smiled self-containedly, nodded, and looked at Bu Li's embarrassment of being trapped in the beast, and just smiled.

The tiger kept jumping beside Bu Li, and the wind splashed everywhere. In the bloody wind, blood flowers flew, and the tiger didn't seem to want to kill Bu Li, but played like a cat and mouse. And Cai Xiaoxian, who was enough to make the tiger fearful, seemed to be dead, holding his head, lying in the grass, and letting Bu Li be scarred by the tiger's attack.

"Bai Shao, just kill him!"

"No, I can't. Bai Liang grinned, his snow-white teeth looking a little creepy in the sunset. "This bereaved family test was a candidate set more than ten years ago, and at that time, this kid was the most talented person in the clan. After so many years, I don't know how the road was turned out again, and I actually chose this waste firewood, and sometimes the Hate Mountain Sect is a little unreliable. ”

Speaking of the word genius, Bai Liang's voice became lower. For so many years, no matter how talented he was, there was always a non-existent mountain in front of him, although that mountain seemed so short now, all of this made Bai Liang unwilling to believe it. But for so many years, no matter how hard I tried, I always had the shadow of this mountain around.

When he was five years old, he could already sense soul power, and some people said at that time that he had already done it when he was three years old. When he was nine years old, he had his first carved beast, and some people around him still said that the youngest person in the clan to have a carved beast was still that Buli, and before the age of seven, Buli already had his first carved beast. When Bu Li inexplicably lost his soul power, and the Tattoo Beast was nowhere to be found, Bai Liang originally thought that he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, and he couldn't hear the sounds about Bu Li around him.

But the nightmare continued. Back then, when he had a second Tattooed Beast before he was fourteen years old, he was already the youngest genius in the clan to have two Tattooed Beasts. However, there seems to be a voice that does not know where the road is, but it is always there, saying that if there is no accident in Buli, this glory will belong to Buli.

Step away, two simple words, became the magic thought in Bai Liang's heart. No matter how hard you try, it's like you can't surpass it. Bai Liang looked at Bu Li, who was dodging the tiger attack on the ground in a bit of embarrassment, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. The fierce light flashed away, and Bai Liang immediately regained his demeanor. A brief gaffe that no one even notices. Since childhood, the family has been very strict,

"No, how can I say that he is also a genius sent by the clan to participate in the relict test, how can I kill him. Bai Liang muttered to himself softly, with a gloomy hatred in his tone, this hatred in Bai Liang's heart did not know how many years he had been entangled. Although he can't kill Bu Li with his own hands, and remove the haze in his sky, it seems that it is enough to see Bu Li so embarrassed, and maybe he can also see the picture of Bu Li being killed in the "Relic Trial" on the mirage.

"Then ......" The teenagers around Bai Liang didn't know at all, this time the "Relic Clan's Big Test" clan was arranged to participate in Bu Li, how could such a waste wood participate in the "Bereaved Clan's Big Test"?

"Let him go, I'm still young. In five years' time, I should be able to have a third Tattoo Beast, maybe four. When the time comes, I will win the championship and climb to the top, and the person who will take the Bai Ling Clan out of this mountain is me!" The voice was not loud, it was not so much that Bai Liang said it to the surrounding teenagers, but to himself. One sentence is more firm than the other, no matter what is in front of you, you will be trampled under your feet like an embarrassed and blood-stained step in front of you.

"Bai Shao will definitely succeed when the time comes!"

"Then you still need to say it?!Bai Shao is not only a genius in the clan, even among the hundred clans of the Xishan Heavenly Relic, he is also the most genius! When the time comes, he will definitely be able to take our Bai Ling clan out of the mountains. ”

Walking out of this mountain and out of this poor countryside is the wish of the ancestors of the hundreds of ethnic groups of the Heavenly Heritage. It's a pity that the "Great Test of the Bereaved Clans" is only once every five years, and each time only the young and talented tribe standing at the back of the mountain can get out of this mountain.

When the time comes, he will be stronger, and he will definitely be able to take the Bai Ling Clan out of the city!" Thinking about it, Bai Liang clenched his fists tightly, as if he was affirming his thoughts.

As soon as the fists were clenched, it seemed that the situation had changed suddenly!

A black aura appeared under the tiger's body, and at the same time, Bai Liang felt a piercing pain in his body. This was a sign of the Tattooed Beast's injury, and Bai Liang was anxious and angry. The carved beast is one with the body, and if the carved beast is injured, it will naturally be injured itself. At the moment, I don't care much about the injuries on my body. Bai Liang was furious that his tattooed beast could be hurt in that lingering step away from his hands!

The tiger pounced on Buli's body, its claws bringing blood to it. Buli dragged the injured leg poked outside by the bone stubble and barely avoided the tiger's attacks again and again, but Buli did not give up at all, looking at the tiger, looking for the flaws in each of its attacks.

Finally, the sharp knife in Bu Li's hand found a glimmer of opportunity, although it was only a short moment, Bu Li did not hesitate at all, and did not even dodge the tiger's attack, the sharp knife cut a foot-long wound under the tiger's stomach. The black soul was overflowing, and the tiger was injured, and it was even more fierce. The tiger's tail flicked, and it smashed more fiercely and fiercely on Bu Li's right leg that supported his body.

There was another crisp sound, and Buli was hit by the tiger's tail and thrown out.

Dragging the two distorted legs, letting every flick give way to the pain, the right hand holding the knife still poked the ground, turned a direction in the air with the force, and landed on Cai Xiaoxian's body.

The sharp blade that looks like a pig-killing knife is so black that it is impossible to see the color, and it seems that there is oil deposited on it for I don't know how many years, and it is thick and a little greasy. Slashing across the abdomen of the tiger's soul, a stream of ink-black soul qi wrapped around the pig-killing knife, and disappeared in an instant. Looking at the pig killing knife, which was not very tough, it withstood the force exerted on it by Bu Li's body, and it had no luster and no change, as if it didn't exist at all.

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