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Chapter 7 The Tiger-Slaughtering Boy

The water baby jumped out of the water like a diving dragon, causing a large number of waves. It’s a pity that the pool is too small to travel freely.

A white shadow appeared not far away, but flashed by again.

Shuiwa didn't notice it, so he just scrubbed it and walked ashore. His body was filled with white breath, as if it was steamed.

After the air dry, I put on my clothes, I stride towards the mountain again.

After walking for another half an hour, I still couldn't see the top of the mountain, which shows how high the Taoshan Mountain is.

In front of me was a flat ground covered with weeds and several large trees covered with silver.

Suddenly, there was a roar like a thunderbolt, and the snow on the trees slid down one after another.

Shuiwa suddenly felt a wind coming from behind her head. She turned around and found that she was a tiger with a hanging eye of more than half a person.

The bold and powerful Shuiwa couldn't help but be shocked. When he went into the wilderness alone, he only fought with jackals and wild dogs. He had never encountered such a fierce wild animal before.

The big insect was covered with golden marks, which was particularly eye-catching in the snow and ice.

Its eyes were fierce and fangs were like swords and whiskers, and its bloody mouth was whispered with white breath. Its whole body shook twice and then rushed towards Shuiwa.

Shuiwa took a quick turn to dodge, and the big insect turned around and attacked.

Shuiwa did not dodge again this time, and her arms struggled to resist the claws of the big insect, which became a stalemate.

He found the right time to pull out his right fist and hit the big worm's bloody mouth. The big worm let go of his sharp claws and rolled on the ground again.

When he stood up again, he saw that his jaw was dislocated and his mouth could not be closed, but he rushed towards Shuiwa.

Perhaps because the ground was slippery, its front paw accidentally fell and lay on the snow.

Shuiwa took the opportunity to jump onto the tiger's back, and swung his right fist hard toward the tiger's head, and actually smashed the huge tiger's head to pieces.

He turned over and jumped off again, held the tiger's tail with both hands, and threw the big worm more than ten feet away.

A bang was heard from afar, and the big insect had no breath.

Shuiwa knew that she was born with divine power, but she didn't expect that this divine power was so powerful.

He couldn't help but roaring to the sky, and it was even more shocking than the roar of the big insect, and the remaining snow on the surrounding trees fell to the branches one after another.

Shuiwa, who was lonely and independent, suffered from cold swords, has grown into a tiger-slaughtering boy.

Suddenly, I heard a few more tiger roars, and then the sound of stepping on the snow was like thunder. In an instant, several colorful insects rushed out, and there were ten.

Shuiwa was surprised when the leading worm roared wildly and rushed over.

Shuiwa was even more disdainful of dodging, and kicked the tiger's mouth with a kick.

The big insect was immediately thrown out more than two feet away, spitting out a mouthful of blood and struggling to get up, shaking off the snowflakes on its body and about to attack.

The second big worm had already arrived, and Shuiwa shouted and jumped up. He pressed the tiger's head with both hands and rushed down, and even smashed the big worm's front body into the ground for more than a foot.

Shuiwa swung his punch again, and the tiger's head turned into blood mud again.

The third one, the fourth one...

Shuiwa was just wearing brute force, and she was still not in the time to move. Her limbs were scratched by sharp claws. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, but her clothes were stained with blood.

The boy in blood was not afraid of fighting alone in the tigers. His blood and snowflakes flew together, and his shouts and howlings resonated with him. The Taoshan Mountain seemed to have become a slaughterhouse.

When the blood flowed and the force was over, Shuiwa gradually felt exhausted. She was unable to resist being pressed on the bloody ground by a big worm. He pressed the tiger's mouth with one hand, but the tiger's mouth gradually approached his throat...

In despair, I suddenly heard a stern shout in the air: "Don't hurt anyone, beast!"

The loud noise of thunder was like thunder, and several worms shook their tails and left in a panting.

Shuiwa struggled to get up, and blood was almost flowing into a river on the ground, and there were still a few dead tiger corpses lying.

Two feet away from him was a white-headed old man, wearing a white robe, looking at him with a smile.

Shuiwa came to her senses and bowed to the old man, "Thank you for your help."

The old man looked at the boy in blood and had no trace of pity, and nodded and smiled:

"Yes, it's indeed a good fairy bone."

Suddenly a golden light flashed in front of him, and a pill appeared out of thin air.

The pill was automatically blown without wind and floated horizontally in front of Shuiwa.

The old man said again: "Take it quickly, your injury will soon heal."

Shuiwa felt pain all over her body, and she couldn't help but reach out to take it. It turned out to be just a pill the size of a bean.

However, he also firmly believed that the old god in front of him was an old god, but he couldn't understand why he was so kind to him...

"What, do you think I will harm you? Take it quickly, otherwise you will lose blood and die." The old man stroked his beard and smiled.

Shuiwa couldn't hesitate anymore, so she raised her head and swallowed it.

Although his flesh and blood do not know the heat, he felt a stream of heat in his body swimming around.

Occasionally, I feel discomfort, but my internal organs become more and more comfortable. The pain in my body gradually fades, and the wound that was bleeding just now has closed.

Only then did Shuiwa realize that the immortals used it in a second time, and then said respectfully: "Thank you, Immortals, for casting spells to save me, otherwise I, Shuiwa, would have been buried in the tiger's mouth."

The old man looked at Shuiwa again and said:

"Shuiwa? You should be called Yang Jian. What I gave you just now was an ordinary immortal pill, just because there was too much dirt in your body, and you still couldn't use the Daluo Golden Pill."

"Yang Jian? The immortal leader may have recognized the wrong person, my name is Shuiwa." Shuiwa said in confusion.

The old man said amiably:

"Yang Jian, I will not read it wrong. You are the bone of the fusion of immortals and mortals. And the purple mark on your eyebrows is where the heavenly eyes are created, and you are the only one in the world. You seem to be born at the wrong time, but you are actually the only one in heaven. It is the creation of heaven and earth."

Shuiwa did not think about her forehead and said:

"The immortal is the Daluo Jinxian, and everything cannot escape the immortal's magic eyes. To be honest, I, Shuiwa, have indeed had a strange appearance. But I was an orphan since I was a child. I was raised by a kind-hearted grandmother. I have never seen my biological parents before, and I don't know who they are. How did the immortal know that my surname is Yang?"

"Haha," the old man smiled again, "When your mother was in trouble, she had no choice but to abandon you in the Tongtian River and was rescued by Yifan's wife. You must have a piece of Tianling Weaving Weaving on you."

"Tianling Embroidery?" Shuiwa thought for a moment, and couldn't help but take out the piece of red silk that the grandmother gave him from her arms.

This is his own thing, and he will carry it with him no matter how many swords and seas of fire.

The red silk is as bright as blood, but even though it has experienced a bloody storm just now, it has not stained with blood.

In a trance, a gust of wind blew, and the red silk appeared in the old man's hands for no reason.

The old man looked at it carefully, then nodded and said, "Yes, it's indeed the embroidery worker of Fairy Yunhua. It's just these three fairy birds... a bad fate."

"Xiassenger, who is Fairy Yunhua?" Shuiwa asked again.

"It is your biological mother, but now he should also be called Mrs. Yunhua."

After the old man said that, he waved his sleeves lightly, and the spiritual embroidery floated back to the Shuiwa's hand that day.

Shuiwa ignored this immortal method and was still half-believing and half-doubting about the old man's words, but said anxiously:

"I'm also bothered Lao Xiansheng to tell me why my biological parents didn't want me at the beginning?"
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