The sound of the desolate tiger roaring echoes between heaven and earth, and lasts for a long time.

In Liu Wuqiu's house, Xiahou Xuan was sitting on a stool, reading a book in the moonlight, Wang Anfeng closed his eyes and practiced his skills, and Huangfu Xiong was forced to drink the medicinal wine with his chin open. He was awake at this time, but he was really bored. He only took the jar of wine and sipped it from time to time.

There was a dead silence outside the house, but the mountain wind was howling, but they could only wait here and prepare to accept the unknown judgment. Just by hearing the energy outside, they knew that this was definitely not something they could intervene.

But sitting and waiting to die is really uncomfortable.

At this moment, other sounds were suddenly mixed with the howling mountain wind, like footsteps, but something was wrong, as if something was holding onto the ground, rubbing out a strange tone that made people tremble all the way. Wang Anfeng slowly opened his eyes and pressed his palm on the dagger at his waist. Xiahou Xuan's eyes also moved away from the book. Huangfu's palm, which was holding the wine jar, burst out involuntarily.

The three of them were beating their hearts gradually accelerated, and the friction sound gradually approached and got closer...

Hurry!

The wooden door was pushed open by someone, and a pungent smell of blood mixed with the mountain peaks brought in, causing the hearts of the three teenagers to reach the fastest instantly. Wang Anfeng's dagger was suddenly unsheathed and turned into a cold light to protect him. The moonlight shone in front of the man, but it was a white-haired old man. He grinned at them and said:

"Ahem, it seems that you are not stupid."

"Liu, Senior Liu."

Only then did Wang Anfeng see clearly that the old man in front of him was Liu Wuqiu who had seen before. However, his clothes were broken and covered in blood. He did not recognize him for a while. According to previous calculations, the old man in front of him had no intention of killing them, and his heart that was beating rapidly slowed down. Liu Wuqiu stretched out his right hand and said:

"Take it."

Wang Anfeng was stunned for a moment, then remembered something, put away the dagger, took the fan from the table beside him, and respectfully handed it to the old man in front of him. The latter took the folding fan, staggered forward, and finally leaned on the ground beside the bed, exhaled a long sigh, spread the folding fan in the moonlight, raised his hand and brushed the hairpin on the folding fan with trembling hands, and said softly:

"I won..."

"I lost for sixty-eight years and won this time..."

"I don't regret it."

Wang Anfeng and the other two stood beside him and remained silent. The old man looked at the folding fan and said something softly to them. However, the relaxation, calmness and remembrance were shared emotions among people. The old man's voice gradually lowered, and then became a description of the arts of the world, mixed with some plain language. Wang Anfeng and the other men naturally fell into what he described because they understood the old man's emotions.

Xiahou Xuan was talented and had a wide range of knowledge and had a high opinion of himself. He naturally looked down on a person like Liu Wuqiu. However, the old man said something in a low voice, and his ears were like thunder. Many parts could be followed by what he learned. He couldn't help but be more attentive. His internal energy spontaneously flowed, and his atmosphere gradually became wider and broad. After a few words, it was as if all rivers returned to the sea, and finally it became broad.

Huangfu Xiong was shocked by the old man's vague description of boxing. He felt that every word of this old man was described in the way of boxing, pointing directly to the mystery. The sound of the tiger roar was still echoing in his ears, so he smashed his understanding of boxing in his heart, and then he formed a tall building from the ruins, standing proudly, looking down at himself just now.

Wang Anfeng had just practiced martial arts and had far inferior to his two friends. At this time, he was just listening to the old man. To be honest, he couldn't understand many things the other party said, but some words made him realize something, and he was confused. He was just confused when the internal energy of the Zen master was activated, and there was some change, not knowing whether it was good or bad.

The old man's voice turned low and gradually stopped. He raised his eyes and looked at Wang Anfeng and the other two and said:

"I have good qualifications. I have learned a lot in my life. I have made many breakthroughs today. You three can't eat them all, but they are not considered empty-handed."

"One is broad, one is high, and the other is pure, the heaven is like this, and human power is not perfect in the end. Is it three points here? Is it a three-pointer standing? Very good... very good..."

The old man looked complicated, murmured a few words softly, and said:

"I'm tired, go to bed."

The three of them didn't understand their intentions, but they also inherited Liu Wuqiu's guidance. They immediately bowed out with a deep courtesy and died overnight. They suddenly seemed like a dream. The silver moon in the sky had already set, and it seemed that fish white rolled and appeared.

Wang Anfeng looked up at the sky, and now he realized that a full night had passed. In this short night, the things he experienced were more heavy than his thirteen years of life combined and were unforgettable. Xiahou and Huangfu next to him also looked a little dazed. Obviously, this kind of experience was absolutely extraordinary to them.

Two streams of light and light suddenly came from the sky. Before they got close, someone shouted loudly:

"Young Master! Youth Master?!"

The two fell to the ground, one was Angzang's man in brocade clothes, with a heavy knife on his back, and the other was a tuberculosis man holding a xylophone. When he saw Xiahou Huangfu and the other sat on the ground, raised his hand to stroke his chest and exhaled, and shouted loudly:

"It's fine at last, it's so good..."

"It's so scary that Lao Liu..."

The man in brocade frowned and explained:

"Just just now, the roaring image of this mountain tiger soared into the sky, forbidden from thousands of miles away, and the traces of thousands of beasts were gone. Someone stepped into the path of the top third-grade martial arts master. Two... three young men had nothing to do, so it was very good."

"In the future, don't separate from me again. If you encounter such a situation again..."

Huangfu Xiong shrugged his shoulders and wanted to touch the wine pot on his waist, but he felt empty again, curled his lips and said:

"You follow me? Can you save the lives of the three of us under the top third graders?"

The man in brocade clothes looked slightly stiff and insisted on defending himself:

"I am defeated by Taoist real person and military general, but if I share my life with each other, I can save my son's life even if I don't help it."

Xiahou Xuan sighed on the side:

"I have a life to share my life? Master Liu is wearing all kinds of ingenuity, and he just thought he had fought a top-third-grade master..."
Chapter completed!