I saw dozens of stacks of firewood piled up on the valley meadow at some point, and those monkeys, tigers, wild wolves and other carnivores dragged some dead rabbits, deer legs, wild boars and other meat piled up at the entrance of the cave. And the Flying Tiger breathed fire into the firewood one by one, and was very busy.

Yang Zongheng understood that this group of beasts asked him to help them barbecue meat, which made him very speechless, don't these beasts eat them raw? When did they become so particular? What is even more annoying is that those monkeys, you originally ate fruits, why are you still addicted after eating barbecue once?

Yang Zongheng didn't see it, and was about to go back to the cave with a whistle, but who knew that he was seen by the Flying Xuanhu, and came behind Yang Zongheng with a flap of his wings, but dragged him out with a big mouth.

The strong dragon couldn't suppress the ground snake, so Yang Zongheng had to reluctantly walk to the fire and put the meat on the flame.

He wasn't good at roasting meat himself, but he had more nimble hands than the animals, and now there was only one left, and he didn't bother with it among the beasts.

Yang Zongheng was roasting meat, looking at some herbivores looking in the distance, seeing that they did not run away, were they not afraid of being caught by wild beasts?

Later, Yang Zongheng found out that those beasts all went to the outside of the valley to catch animals, and they did not commit any offense against the Qiu in the valley, but watching their own kind roasted on the fire, it was inevitable that they would not tremble.

In the days that followed, Yang Zongheng's main job was to gather around the fire to roast the animals.

Unknowingly, Yang Zongheng had been in this valley for six days, and on the seventh day, Yang Zongheng walked out of the cave and saw that there was no firewood on the grass, which made Yang Zongheng a little surprised.

"Stumped that they got tired of eating so quickly?" Yang Zongheng thought to himself.

Just as he was thinking, the Flying Tiger arched him off the grass, and a familiar scene appeared in front of him, and the animals were all looking at him from afar.

"Again?" Yang glanced at his arm.

only heard a "bang", and the arm that had just grown exploded again, and Yang Zongheng inevitably suffered from the pain of seeking death and life again.

The Flying Xuanhu pounced on it again, biting Yang Zongheng's arm and falling around.

When Yang Zongheng's pain subsided, and he sat on the grass to relieve himself a little, the animals brought the firewood, and the Flying Xuanhu lit the firewood, and then looked at him with wide eyes.

Yang Zongheng raised his arm and scolded: "Lao Tzu is a wounded, do the wounded understand? Grandma, Lao Tzu is like this, and let Lao Tzu serve you, do you want to be beautiful?"

As soon as he finished scolding, he suddenly realized that he could actually lift that arm, and although the color was still black, it was not as heavy as before.

Seeing that those animals were staring at him, especially the Flying Xuanhu roaring at him, it seemed that he would pounce at any time, Yang Zongheng hurriedly said: "I'll bake, I'll bake, okay, as long as my arm can be saved, let alone barbecue, roast myself, you four-legged uncles, I'm also convinced." ”

Yang Zongheng said and slowly crawled to the fire.

As time passed, Yang Zongheng slowly discovered the pattern, his arm would explode every seven days, and after each explosion, Xuanhu would come forward and bite it, and the blood flowing from his arm would slowly turn red, and his skin would slowly return to normal.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Zongheng had been in this valley for more than two months, and his right arm had recovered as before.

It was another seventh day, and Yang Zongheng didn't wait for the Flying Xuanhu to urge, so he ran to the grass and stretched out his arm.

I saw three bright lights flashing on my arm, and then a jet-black tiger head tattoo appeared on the back of my right hand, and a pair of wings of the same color appeared on both sides of my arm.

At this time, Yang Zongheng finally determined: his right arm had become one with the Flying Xuanhu. It's just that he can't figure it out, since the Flying Xuanhu is the treasure knife, what is the Xuanhu in front of him, is it possible that there are two Flying Xuanhu?

Just when Yang Zongheng was puzzled, the Flying Xuanhu suddenly flew towards Yang Zongheng again, wanting to bite Yang Zongheng's right arm.

Yang Zongheng hurriedly dodged his right hand, only to see a treasure knife appear in his hand.

The treasure knife is similar in size to the hidden shadow spit out of the mouth of the Flying Tiger, but it looks darker and heavier.

Yang Zongheng touched the treasure knife and couldn't put it down, "How did this thing come out?" Yang Zongheng thought, inadvertently he opened his palm, but the treasure knife instantly retracted into his palm. "This is the real Tibetan shadow. Yang Zongheng seemed to understand a little why this treasure knife was called Hidden Shadow.

Yang Zongheng clenched his fist, and the hidden shadow reappeared in his hand.

"I don't know how powerful it is?" Yang Zongheng looked at the Hidden Shadow and thought, so he began to unfold the Shadow of the Waves, only to see the Hidden Shadow slash by, and the air immediately surged forward like a huge wave, and there was even a sound of surging waves.

It stands to reason that Yang Zongheng's cultivation can't exert the greatest power of Canglang Shadow at all, but with Hidden Shadow, this is possible.

As the saying goes, "If the mana is not enough, the magic weapon will make up." "With a good magic weapon, it is nothing new for a low grade to defeat a high grade.

Yang Zongheng was practicing, only to see the Flying Xuanhu pacing a few steps beside him, and suddenly opened his wings, and countless treasure knives similar to hidden shadows stabbed towards Yang Zongheng.

Yang Zongheng hurriedly used the Canglang Shadow's moves to resist, but soon the Hidden Shadow passed through the qi waves he emitted, and Yang Zongheng was shocked and jumped into the sky with the power of the phoenix feather.

The Flying Heavenly Xuanhu didn't let him go, waved his wings, and the hidden shadow turned sharply in the air like a tide, attacking Yang Zongheng again.

Yang Zongheng couldn't perform the eight directions of thunder in the air, so he had to directly sacrifice the phoenix feather, and the blood phoenix immediately flew towards the hidden shadow of the Xuanhu.

The Blood Phoenix swept away the Hidden Shadow like a tide and broke it in half, but when the power wore off, the remaining Hidden Shadow was still pressing on him.

At this time, Yang Zongheng had already fallen heavily on the grass, and when he saw the Hidden Shadow coming, he hurriedly stood up, holding the Hidden Shadow tightly and wanted to fight with his body.

I saw that he was angry and bloody, roared, and was just about to pounce forward, when suddenly the wings on his right arm flashed, and a white light flashed out, and a huge air shield was formed in front of him, and how could two wings appear behind him that were half a head taller than him, and if you look closely, the wings are actually composed of countless hidden shadow-like treasure knives.

Yang Zongheng saw that the Flying Heavenly Xuanhu's sword array was blocked from the qi wave, and his confidence increased greatly, only to see him wave the hidden shadow in his hand, and the wings behind him scattered into countless hidden shadows and flew towards the Flying Heavenly Xuanhu.

The hidden shadow emitted by Yang Zongheng and the treasure knife emitted by Xuanhu intertwined like two dark clouds, flashing bright lights, like lightning, bluffing the birds and beasts in the valley in panic.

After a long time, the dark clouds began to slowly approach the Flying Tiger, and suddenly, the dark clouds drowned the Flying Tiger like an eagle, and then there were bursts of wails from the Flying Tiger.

Yang Zongheng hurriedly put away the hidden shadow, and the dark cloud immediately flew back behind Yang Zongheng, reforming two huge wings like a feather, and instantly returning to Yang Zongheng's right arm.

The Flying Xuanhu had blood all over his body, lying on the grass panting and looking at Yang Zongheng.

Yang Zongheng knew that he was too heavy, and he gently stroked Xuanhu's forehead and blamed himself.

In the following days, in addition to helping those animals barbecue and taking care of the Flying Tiger, Yang Zongheng spent the rest of his time practicing mastering the laws of Tibetan shadows. By the time Xuanhu recovered, he had been in the valley for half a year.

Finally one day, Yang Zongheng looked at Taniguchi in a daze, and the Flying Xuanhu seemed to know Yang Zongheng's thoughts, and nodded at him.

That night, Yang Zongheng roasted a lot of meat for those beasts to entertain those carnivorous beasts, and then said a lot of words of thanks, but those beasts only cared about feasting, and did not pay attention to what Yang Zongheng was saying, Yang Zongheng of course did not care about this, the only regret was that he did not know what to prepare for those herbivores.

The next day, Yang Zongheng and Feitian Xuanhu came to the mountain pass, Feitian Xuanhu gently bowed down, Yang Zongheng knew that Xuanhu meant to let him ride on its back, but Xuanhu took him to get the real Tibetan Shadow, and taught him how to exert the power of Tibetan Shadow, which can be described as a benefactor and teacher for him, Yang Zongheng was a little unbearable when he thought of this.

But if he wants to get out of here, flying is the best way, and when he is in a dilemma, he suddenly thinks that since the hidden shadow can be turned into wings, he doesn't know if he can fly.

So he was busy concentrating and launching the Tibetan shadow, a pair of huge wings appeared on his back, Yang Zongheng tried to pat twice, only to feel that his feet were a little about to rise, he was happy in his heart and hurriedly slapped twice, and his whole person rushed into the sky.

Due to the fact that he had practiced a lot of Tibetan shadows before, Yang Zongheng quickly mastered the trick after adapting to it in the air for a while.

At this time, the Flying Xuanhu also flew into the sky, leading the way in front of Yang Zongheng, and one person and one tiger flew towards the mountains and forests.

After a short time, Xuanhu landed in the mountains and forests, and Yang Zongheng looked around only to find that it was the place where he was taken away by the Flying Xuanhu.

Yang Zongheng could also see a new wooden house built in the place where Xue Wuwu had built a human bone house. He was wondering who lived here, when he saw a girl dressed as a farmer, carrying a bamboo basket on her back.

Yang Zongheng hurriedly took a few steps forward and was about to speak, and couldn't help but be stunned, and the girl couldn't help but stop when she saw Yang Zongheng.

And Yang Zongheng shouted in surprise: "Liu Xiaoxiao?"

Liu Xiaoxiao was startled when she saw him, and then she saw Liu Xiaoxiao look at him again, as if she wanted him to leave quickly.

Yang Zongheng was puzzled, and only one person laughed: "Boy, you let me find it easy." ”

Yang Zongheng hurriedly turned his head and saw an acquaintance half-lying on a branch staring at him, it turned out to be Mo Xingyan.