Is the White Tiger dead?

It seems that no, at that moment of life and death, the white tiger dodged such a blow.

Although the lion king's attack range was large, the damage was not so significant, but the earth spear still pierced one of the white tiger's arms.

"Roar..."

The white tiger licked its wounds and let out a few low roars from time to time, the pain and blood made it even more excited.

"Roar..."

The Lion King roared, looking at the white tiger with disdain who dared to challenge its authority.

One step or two steps, the lion king walked slowly with the white tiger, every step was so elegant, like a king, every step brought great pressure to the white tiger.

It seems that in the eyes of the lion king, the white tiger is already a thing in the mouth and a food for the stomach.

"Kill it, kill it!"

The crowd in the Colosseum shouted, as if they had seen the silver flowing into their pockets.

Zhou Yi smiled slightly, "Sure enough, the vision of the savages from the poor countryside is not good, remember, keep an eye on them, and as soon as they leave the Colosseum, they will solve it for me." ”

At this time, the lion king was already close to the white tiger, and the white tiger was still licking the wound, and it seemed that it was already the end of the crossbow.

Boom!

The lion king stretched out his forefoot and stomped the white tiger's head under his feet.

"Roar..."

The white tiger roared, but could not break free, as if the lion king could easily crush its head if he wanted to.

"Roar~"

The lion king raised his head and roared at the sky, as if symbolizing his authority.

Immediately afterwards, the lion king raised his foot and stepped on it violently amid the cheers of the people.

Boom...

Blood splattered and dust rose everywhere, obscuring people's vision.

Wednesday Jin shook his head and said to Ouyang, "It seems that you lost the bet." ”

"No, the White Tiger won. Ouyang smiled and said, "I like this little kitten a lot, what's the matter, Sanfat, are you interested in selling it to me?"

Wednesday Kim wondered, "White Tiger, isn't he dead?"

The dust gradually fell, and the white tiger's head was trampled by the lion king, but the lion king fell in a pool of blood, his eyes were wide open, as if he was dead, and the white tiger did not show off anything, but silently ate its spoils.

There was an uproar in the Colosseum, and few people could see clearly how the lion king died.

"Die... He's dead... The Lion King is dead?"

I don't know who shouted,

"Black Whistle!"

Then the Colosseum boiled!

"Black whistle!

"Return the money!

“.......”

"Everyone, please be quiet..."

A middle-aged man came to power, he was Zhou Heng, the third uncle of Wednesday Jin, and one of the heads of the Xuanhuang Colosseum, which belonged to the more authoritative kind.

"Is it a black whistle, let's just look at the big screen replay. ”

Everyone stared at the big screen, that scene was when the lion king stepped on the white tiger, only to see the lion king slowly raise his forefoot, at this time the speed slowed down a lot, when the lion king raised his forefoot, the white tiger quickly broke away from the lion king, and the lion king still proudly raised his head to the sky and roared, at this time the purple thunder and lightning shrouded between the white tiger's claws, broke through the lion king in an instant, and the front paws directly tore the lion king's neck, and at this time the lion king's forefeet also stepped heavily on the ground, blood splashed, dust everywhere.

Everything is in an instant, in a few tenths of a second, the speed of the white tiger can be described as very fast, it can be said that it is worthy of the cloud from the dragon, the wind from the tiger, the white tiger in one go, without dragging the mud and water, perfectly completed the counter-killing.

"Everybody sees it. Zhou Heng said, "There is no black whistle, it is this lion king who is too confident, which led to being overshadowed by the white tiger, who can blame him?"

For a while, the voices of the people became quieter, and several people who were not convinced were also thrown out by the staff in the Colosseum.

"Three fat, how. Ouyang said, "I said, that cat will win." ”

"you. Wednesday Jin Dao, "I think you're blind, right?"

Ouyang didn't refute, "What, can you sell this cat to me?" ”

"It's just a monster, if you like it, it doesn't matter if you give it to you. Wednesday Jin Dao, "It's just that this Xuanhuang Colosseum is now in charge of my third uncle, and I still have to ask him." ”

When Ouyang saw this white tiger for the first time, he faintly found that there was some kind of golden special pattern in the white tiger's body, and he didn't care about it at first, until he later noticed when he saw the white tiger fighting, the white tiger was actually suppressing his own strength, and when it killed the lion king, Ouyang saw the golden lines hidden in the blood of the white tiger, Ouyang did not doubt that this white tiger flowed with the blood of the Dongsha Divine Beast White Tiger, and even Ouyang had some doubts that this white tiger was the descendant of the Dongsha Divine Beast White Tiger.

On Wednesday, Jin took Ouyang into the area of the Colosseum staff, and at this time the white tiger had been transferred to the animal cage, and several veterinarians were bandaging the white tiger's wounds.

After Zhou Heng saw Wednesday Jin, his expression was a little not good.

"You don't practice hard at home, what are you doing in this kind of place?!" Zhou Heng looked a little hated that iron could not become steel, "Several younger brothers in the family have broken through the Xuanwu Realm, and you are still in the Lingwu Realm, are you embarrassed?"

"Cultivation is not my life. Wednesday Jin seemed a little indifferent, "The path I took was different from theirs, and it wasn't cultivation that was the only way out." ”

"Alas, after all, you are just lazy, afraid of hardship, and unwilling to cultivate. Zhou Yi said earnestly, "Your own strength is the most important thing, if you don't have the identity of the Zhou family's side son one day, who will pay attention to you?"

"Understood, understood. As soon as he heard about the cultivation, Wednesday Jin's head was big, "Third uncle, I didn't come to talk to you about this today." ”

Zhou Heng has long been accustomed to Wednesday Jin's laziness.

"Say, you've fallen in love with that monster again?"

"Hehe~" Wednesday Jin smiled lewdly, "I want the white tiger who won the game today." ”

"This..."Zhou Heng looked a little embarrassed, "This white tiger does not belong to the Xuanhuang Colosseum, but a friend of your father has placed it here." ”

"If it's a thing with a master, forget it. Ouyang didn't want to be strong, "But can you ask Mr. Zhou to let Ouyang watch the white tiger?"

"It's okay to take a look, it's just that this white tiger is different from other fierce beasts. ”

Ouyang was curious, "Is it afraid of life?" or does it like to attack people?"

"Not really. Zhou Heng shook his head and said with a wry smile, "You can take a look for yourself." ”

Ouyang came to the cage where the white tiger was kept, and was really startled by the scenery in front of him.

The white tiger was half-lying on the ground with his back against the wall, stilting Erlang's legs, looking at Ouyang with disdain, his eyes full of disdain.

"Damn..."

"Roar..."

The white tiger roared, as if he was very unhappy to be disturbed by the human in front of him.

"Hey... Kittens. Ouyang said, "Are you interested in being my pet?" ”

"Roar..."

The white tiger looked at Ouyang with a strange look, and that look seemed to say, are you mentally retarded?