The grass and trees in the valley were lush, and Zhao Xinming had just come out of the mountain pass, and he felt a chill rushing towards him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoWalking into the Drinking Moon Valley, the sky and the earth were suddenly dark, and only the sporadic sunlight shone down through the layers of branches and leaves, leaving faint spots of light. The forest was unusually silent, and occasionally one or two beast roars were heard, which was also very faint. Zhao Xinming walked slowly by, not daring to be careless at all, anything that jumped out of this dense forest was extremely poisonous, even a rabbit could kill him!

Five days later, Zhao Xinming walked through most of the outer valleys of the "Drinking Moon Valley", and only picked three "Misty Incense", and the rest of the place was either a cliff or a cliff, and it was impossible to get close at all. Zhao Xinming shook his head and continued to walk forward, the more he walked inside, the more lush the grass and trees became, and there was a faint evil aura in the branches and leaves. For thousands of years, even these ordinary plants and trees have become highly poisonous. At this time, it is sunset, and a kind of "blood mosquito" can be seen everywhere in the forest. This blood mosquito is a relic of ancient times, one inch in size, the whole body is blood-red, extremely poisonous, swarms are as few as dozens of hundreds, more than thousands, once stared at, don't say that people are giant beasts that can't resist. Zhao Xinming held the "Xuanyue Pearl" in his hand and walked all the way through the dense forest without any damage.

In the evening of this day, Zhao Xinming was walking, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if he was being targeted by something. Zhao Xinming hurriedly stopped and slowly turned around to look around. At this moment, the dense forest behind moved slightly, and Zhao Xinming knew that it was not good, so he hurriedly rolled out on the front side. A strong wind swept across his face, and then a tiger roar exploded in the air. Zhao Xinming was slightly shocked, reacted immediately, and looked up to see a colorful tiger stopped three feet in front of him, and a pair of cold eyes stared at him coldly. Zhao Xinming's heart sank, and he immediately recognized this thing.

This tiger is called "Rotten Tiger", which is one of the four types of poison in the Poison Codex, and the ferocity is still above the King of the Red Spotted Wolf! The fur of the Rotten Tiger looks colorful and shiny, but in fact it has long been rotten, and it is the main material for the production of "rotting corpse powder" in the Ten Thousand Poison Gate. Legend has it that one or two "carrion powders" can completely melt an adult corpse, leaving even the bones and slag behind! This shows how fierce the poison of the rotting tiger is.

The rotten tiger stared at Zhao Xinming for a while, and suddenly a gust of wind rushed straight in. Zhao Xinming had already prepared, lowered his body and passed through from below. The right fist strikes out the soft flesh of the belly of the rotten tiger in the middle. The punch was like a swamp in the mire, and half of the fist sank in, pulling out a long scratch. As if nothing was happening next to the rotten tiger, the fist gloves sneered and emitted a puff of black smoke, and a rotten stench came to his nose. Zhao Xinming's heart froze, and he hurriedly retracted his fists, retreated, and rolled aside.

This roll landed right behind the rotten tiger. The rotten tiger jumped over, and Zhao Xinming dodged again. The rotten tiger roared, and its half-zhang-long tail suddenly stood up, and its body hit its waist as soon as it was longitudinal. Zhao Xinming hurriedly jumped sideways, only to hear the sound of "hula", like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, and there was a mess within a radius of several zhang. Zhao Xinming's eyes were quick, and when the rotten tiger turned around, he hit the word "king" on the rotten tiger's head with a hook punch in his left hand.

only heard a muffled sound of "dong", and a person and a tiger retreated a few steps at the same time. Zhao Xinming looked up, only to see the rotten tiger shaking his head, and a pair of blood-red eyes swept over again. Although the fur of this rotting tiger is rotten, the word "Wang" on the door of the head is intact. This "king" character is the lifeline of the rotten tiger, which is extremely hard and unafraid of ordinary swords. Although Zhao Xinming's punch has the power of a thousand catties, it can only make this big insect shake its head!

When the rotten tiger was hit by this, he suddenly became furious, and once again a gust of wind pounced on him. Zhao Xinming urged the "Sunset Sutra" and fought and retreated. This battle was so embarrassing that Zhao Xinming had nowhere to start even if he had a lot of kung fu, even if he hit the word "king" on the door of the rotten tiger's head, it was just to anger it again and again. After fighting for more than two hundred times, Zhao Xinming had already retreated more than three hundred zhang, and when he had nowhere to care, a rush of footsteps suddenly came. Zhao Xinming was shocked, and hurriedly shook his fist to repel the rotten tiger, only to see 7 or 8 people coming out of the dense forest, and it was the inner disciple of the Hehuan Sect who saw that the costume was the inner disciple of the Hehuan Sect.

The leader was a senior brother, about thirty years old, with a Chinese face, eight feet tall, quite powerful, dressed in a light blue robe, and holding a sword in his hand. Seeing the person coming, Zhao Xinming was slightly stunned, this person was Cao Heng, the son of the Great Elder, the influential figure of the Hehuan Sect. Cao Heng's qualifications are outstanding, coupled with the support of the Great Elder, he has just turned thirty years old and broke through the realm of Waigang, which is a sensation, and he can be called a century-old genius of the Hehuan Sect!

There was a woman beside Cao Heng, about twenty years old, tall and tall, with a beautiful national color, only slightly inferior to Liu Yue. Seeing this person, Zhao Xinming was stunned again, this person was Feng Yao, the daughter of Elder Feng of the Inner Gate, known as the first beauty of the Hehuan Sect, and her qualifications were even more superior, and she broke through the six layers of internal strength before she was twenty, and she was three points more talented than Cao Heng! In addition to these two people, there was another man and a woman who followed the two closely, and they were also the inner disciples of the sect, following the two closely. Behind them were three outer disciples of the Hehuan Sect, two men and one woman, with a look of awe on their faces, following from a distance.

When the rotten tiger saw the comer, he immediately became irritable, and with a roar of rage, he pounced. Cao Heng smiled coldly, flicked the sword out of the sheath with his right hand, the tip of the sword was slightly raised by a foot, and the sword pointed at the rotten tiger, and the sword stabbed out as fast as lightning. The rotten tiger knew that it was powerful, and the tiger's tail swung to avoid the key point of the brain, and the sword slashed from the shoulder blade to the end, leaving a huge wound more than three feet long. A black blood **** came out, and the sound of "snort" kept ringing. Everyone was shocked and hurriedly fled. Only Cao Heng stood still, and a faint luster on Zhou's body flowed rapidly, bounced out all the black blood.

The rotten tiger roared and took a few steps back. Zhao Xinming looked up, only to see that the wound was squirming rapidly, and countless maggots were churning up and down, disgusting. After a while, the black blood gradually stopped, leaving only a deep scratch. Cao Heng's face was gloomy, he handed his hands forward and stabbed them again. The rotten tiger was furious, and a strong wind swept up. This momentum is three points better than just now. In the blink of an eye, one person and one tiger have fought more than 100 times.

Zhao Xinming watched coldly, this Cao Heng is worthy of being a century-old genius of the Hehuan Sect, and his swordsmanship has entered the realm of natural perfection! Letting the rotten tiger roar and jump is better than a leisurely stroll. If it weren't for the rotten tiger's special physique, it would have died hundreds of times! The rotten tiger saw that the situation was not right, and flew back with his tail clipped. Cao Heng sneered, his figure soared into the sky, and his right hand stabbed down with a sword volley. I only heard a crisp sword sound, a dazzling white light fell from the sky, and the word "king" on the door of the rotten tiger's head was in the middle of the sword, and the three-foot long sword went straight to the hilt! )