The tiger's back was dripping with blood, it should have been cut by the boy with a short sword, the boy was obviously uneven in his steps when he walked around the tiger, Ishikawa looked closely, it turned out that the left thigh was scratched by the tiger a few inches deep, but he sealed the wound with a closed point, so there was not much blood flowing out. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After holding each other for more than ten breaths, with a tiger roar and a broken drink, one person and one tiger moved at the same time.

The tiger roared, pounced forward, the young man was short, the short sword was raised, the blood splashed in the dazzle, and there was a long wound on the tiger's body.

But before the look of joy on the young man's face could bloom, he was struck by the iron whip-like tiger tail to the wound of his left leg, and with a suppressed scream, the young man fell to the side.

The tiger screamed in a low voice after landing, and slowly approached the boy who was sitting on the ground, and the boy tried several times to stand up with the short sword to support his body, but tried several times without success.

Seeing that the distance was already suitable, the tiger roared again, and pounced on the desperate boy in the midst of the fishy wind.

Ishikawa sighed in surprise at this time, because seeing that the kid in the field was about to die, the middle-aged man in the stands closest to him had no intention of intervening, not only that, but the rest of the people also looked indifferent, their bodies were motionless like iron casting, and they looked at the young man who was no longer able to fight back.

As if the life and death of the people in the audience had nothing to do with them.

The tiger, which was about to pounce on the young man, suddenly rolled on its side, swept by his side crookedly, and then fell to the ground motionless.

There was a low noise of discussion in the stands, and a teacher quickly ran to the tiger who fell to the ground, squatted down and looked twice, and then stood up with an angry face, and then the teacher looked up and looked around the stands coldly, and unsurprisingly found Ishikawa sitting still in the last row.

The anger on the man's face gradually faded, replaced by doubts and deep solemnity and jealousy, this person on the stage he had never seen in the manor, and if he made a move, judging from the situation just now, he could stun the huge tiger gently and skillfully with a piece of broken wood at such a distance, instead of killing him with a single throw, it was definitely not something that ordinary people could do, even he couldn't.

Perhaps, Miss Wu Quan can barely do it?

This person, when did he get into the martial arts arena? Not to mention the dozens of children who had not yet learned the arts, the five teachers, including him, did not notice at all, this cultivation, the middle-aged man gasped again.

At this time, everyone in the martial arts arena discovered Ishikawa's existence, and dozens of pairs of eyes all looked at him for a while, but they all quickly twisted to the side in the next moment.

Even the middle-aged man in the center of the arena who had just clenched his fists and was about to open his mouth to ask questions lowered his arms and lowered his head and stood still.

Because Wuquan had already sat down next to Ishikawa at some point.

"Sure enough, as I expected, Your Excellency is not an ordinary person, looking at the casual throw just now, it is definitely not the true yuan of the unbuilt foundation monk that can be easily achieved, if the vision of the Half Moon Lake is your handiwork, Your Excellency's cultivation realm is no longer what I can imagine. Wu Quan's lips opened lightly and said in a low voice.

Ishikawa smiled slightly as a salute, and then said calmly: "Ishikawa is just a loose cultivator who is groping for cultivation alone, Miss Wuquan really overestimated me, the vision on the shore of Half Moon Lake has nothing to do with me, I am just an unlucky guy who was involved for no reason, and I was able to save my life thanks to the rescue of Miss Wuquan and Brother Ling." ”

Speaking of this, Ishikawa paused for a moment, then interrupted Wu Quan, who was about to speak, and said in a cold voice: "If I didn't make a move just now, would you let him be dragged down by the tiger and eaten to death?"

Wu Quan quietly looked at the young man who limped away from the center of the field, and sighed: "The ancestral teachings are like this, and they cannot be passed down from generation to generation. ”

"Joke, is your head full of elm pimples, if you agree, you will accept it, and if you don't, you will change, as far as I know, even if it is a demon sect that has long disappeared, it is only for those who can do it, and those who can't let it protect themselves, do you understand this self-cutting foundation?"

Wu Quan was stunned, and at this time he couldn't even think of how to answer Ishikawa's words.

Ishikawa patted the log under him, and then said in a soothing tone: "Of course this is your own business, what I say as an outsider, Miss Wuquan can laugh and not take it seriously." ”

After saying this, Ishikawa tried to get up, but his ass stopped all movement of his body as if he were less than an inch away from the log, as if maintaining a low horse step.

The moment he got up, an old voice came into his ears from all directions.

"What qualifications do you, a kid who has just condensed the Dan and has not yet turned from virtual to real, to judge my Wu family's family precepts?"

Ishikawa slowly stood up, turned over and jumped out of the wall, and said in a low voice after landing on the ground: "The junior is abrupt, just now I just said it casually with my own shallow opinion, and I didn't mean to slander the senior's family motto." ”

The old man's voice sounded again, "The inside of the head has become an elm pimple and you still say that you don't slander it?" So, what do you mean to slander, do you have to say that your head is full of dung?"

A burst of irritability flashed in his heart, Ishikawa took a deep breath to calm his mind, bowed down, and said: "It's all the juniors, and I hope that the seniors will be magnanimous and don't care." ”

A gust of incense wafted by, and Wu Quan also flew out of the wall, she glanced at Ishikawa, who was bending down to salute, and immediately opened her mouth to complain: "Grandpa, he is a guest I invited, what are you doing so fiercely? Besides, maybe in the future, we still need help in the future, and you will offend people if you do this again." ”

Just after Wu Quan complained, the old man's voice sounded again: "Quan'er, bring this son to the inner garden, the old man can have a good talk with him." ”

Wu Quan sighed, nodded in understanding, and then pulled Ishikawa's sleeve and walked towards the depths of the manor.

Ishikawa hesitated slightly, slightly behind a figure, and followed Wu Quan into the inner garden of the old man's mouth.

The name of the inner garden is called the inner garden, but in terms of area, it gives people a sense of spaciousness and boundlessness, at least in Ishikawa's opinion, the inner garden is more than twice as large as the outer garden where he lives, and the scenery also maintains the usual rough appearance of the outer garden, but it gives people a heavy sense of oppression.

Wuquan walked lightly, and after a short time he led Ishikawa through the woods and lawn to a wooden house built by the stream, and Ishikawa looked up, and there was a white-faced and beardless old man sitting behind a large stone carved square table outside the wooden house, and in front of the old man was a teapot and two small tea bowls, pouring tea into the tea bowls.

The old man gave Ishikawa a very strange feeling, saying that he was a monk in the realm of Ning Dan, but Ishikawa instinctively thought that the old man's cultivation should still be on it, but if he was a real monk who had broken the pill and turned into a god, Ishikawa did not feel the spiritual oppression that half of the Yuan Shen real person should have. (To be continued.) )