Nanwei frowned slightly: "Husband, what the hell is going on? These people are really ugly, and besides, they are so strong, what are they talking about?"

Ziwei said: "They didn't say anything, okay, maybe they are ready to fight." ”

Because he said from the mouth of the wild man with a golden hoop on his head: "There are a lot of treasures on the body of this group of people, and they are not from our shijie, so leave them all behind." ”

A greedy look flashed in the eyes of the group of wildlings as they looked at Nanwei and the other two ladies. They nodded at the same time, and the soles of their feet began to move slowly towards the group of them.

Nearly a dozen people surrounded crape myrtle steadily, and they had already stopped treating crape myrtle as an adult, but as a prey, and they were ready to capture it.

The white-veined tiger was extremely displeased, and with a roar, the sky trembled, and even the mountains under their feet trembled.

The faces of the wild people of the tribe changed slightly, they never imagined that these "things" they regarded as prey could be so strong. But they just chirped a few times. Suddenly, he let out a low roar and rushed towards the white-veined tiger.

"I'm waiting for you, come to the uncle's death." He strode forward, and at the same time, the tiger's paw quickly enlarged, and it was as heavy as a mountain and fiercely discharged towards the group of people in front of him.

The terrible pressure pierced the heavens, and the soles of their feet were shaken out of a bottomless pit. In an instant, the seven savages in front of him were turned into minced meat, and the crimson blood was splattered, splashing all over him. The souls and primordial babies of those savages were directly dispersed without taking them out.

It was simply a nightmare for those wild people to face a mutated high-level divine beast that existed in the True Immortal Seven Heavens. They are not a level of fighting.

The remaining few trembled there, and the steps under their feet couldn't help but retreat backwards, after this moment, there was no longer the wisdom and martial spirit just now.

The white-veined tiger opened his bow left and right, and the two huge tiger palms sank vigorously, and those few people had no chance to escape at all, and after a few rounds, they were all destroyed.

Ziwei smiled: "You kid, your strength has increased again." ”

The white-striped tiger said: "With the boss, it won't work if you don't improve, this group of beasts, if you dare to fight our idea, it's just looking for death." ”

Ziwei said: "Okay, let's go out and have a look first, you come with me!"

He immediately flew to the east, not far away, there is the endless Tarim Basin, continue to move forward, that is the Altyn Mountains, the Qilian Mountains, the Loess Plateau, the Qinling Mountains, Zuihou to reach the endless North China Plain.

As a super immortal in the Department of Geography during his lifetime, he closed his eyes, and even today, he can clearly call these names.

This is a place he is extremely familiar with, and since ancient times, it has been a place of yearning for literati throughout the ages.

At that time, Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty dug the world-famous Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal in order to see the beauty of Qionghua, and even today, thousands of years later, it still plays his role.

Xiao Niang's face is thin and difficult to cry, and the peach leaf eyebrows are easy to understand.

The world is divided into three bright moonlit nights, and the two scoundrels are Yangzhou.

Life only loves Yangzhou to live, and the spring of the weeping poplars on the shore is scented.

Pick the garden flowers and dress up, and the poolside is green and red.

The Qionghua view is incomparably flowery, and the moon is bright and the moon is bright.

Hua Province holds banquets from time to time, and there are divisions to send official sheep on the day.

The silver bed dew coldly invaded the song fan, and Luo recommended the wind lightly attacked the dancing clothes.

The supply of Mo Huainan is heavy, and people still say that it is good to Weiyang.

(Selected from all Tang poems, not a one-person collection)

It's a pity that everything here is an illusion of nothingness, allowing him to see from afar, but not to touch......

Not far away, a silver bell sounded......

(To be continued)