Chapter 1124： Fat Tiger's past

​"Bing Yuguo? That thing does grow in the wind, cold and snow prison. I ate it as a snack when I was young." Fat Tiger's face revealed a proud look.

"Oh? Is it your lair there?" Ye Feng asked curiously.

"How do you say it? How can it be called Lao Lao? It should be called Lao Lao!" Fat Hu corrected.

"Okay... Then why don't you take us to your lair?" Shui Bing'er smiled, and she felt that this fat tiger is actually quite cute.

"Well... to be honest... Benhu hasn't been back for a long time... I also advise you not to go, that place is very dangerous now." Fat Tiger shook his head and sighed. There is both fear and unwillingness in a pair of tiger eyes.

"Oh? What happened there?" Ye Feng frowned and asked.

"Thirty thousand years ago, when I was a good-looking tiger who could roll coquettishly in Ma Ma’s arms, one day a 60,000-year-old soul beast called Wind Chill Jiao came to our Wind Cold Snow Prison. It killed My mother died, the regiment annihilated my people, and occupied our nest. Now my cultivation base has been 60,000 years old, and his cultivation base is estimated to have exceeded 90,000 years. If we had passed by There is only a dead end."

After Fat Tiger finished speaking, he sighed heavily.

be honest.

Fat Tiger thinks about revenge for his mother and his people every day, but he is limited in strength after all!

It is precisely for this reason!

That's why Fat Tiger has developed this kind of a little bit cowardly character!

Because he can't die!

You can't die!

He must develop wretchedly, and one day, he will return to Fenghanxue Hell to avenge his mother-killing!

He is actually very brave!

"Nine-thousand-year soul beast? If it's only 90,000-year-old, the problem shouldn't be particularly serious. Take me there, and I'll take revenge for you by the way." Ye Feng put his cheeks in his hands and touched his chin.

Use the night wind to understand yourself.

If he really had full firepower now, there would be no big problem in defeating a 90,000-year-old soul beast.

Although his soul power cultivation base is now only forty-ninth level.

But the spirit power in his body was much more solid than a normal spirit master.

In addition, his main fighting method is to use ninjutsu.

His spirit power can now be transformed into several times the chakra, and the total amount is actually not low, and there is a Yin Seal that can provide him with explosive power.

"You can beat a 90,000-year-old soul beast? We can't brag like that?" Fat Hu shook his head, his face showing a complete disbelief.

"Why? Don't you believe it?" Ye Feng patted Fat Tiger's head and asked: "Then I will ask you, the 90,000-year-old soul beast you mentioned, if he wants to kill you, how long will it take? time?"

"Um... it's very difficult for people to answer your question..." Fat Tiger blushed, bit the bullet and said, "I think...I should be able to last for three days and five days. .."

"How much?" Ye Feng grabbed Fat Hu's big ears in an annoyed manner, "You say more?"

"Hey hey, don't tuck, don't tugging, one day, just one day is not enough?" Fat Tiger endured the pain and quickly changed his words.

"It's just you? Can you hold on for a day in front of the 90,000-year soul beast?" Ye Feng said disdainfully, and the strength to pull his ears increased by three points.

"Yeah, it's okay, I won't pretend it, it's a showdown. In one hour, it only takes one hour. This tiger can be hammered to death by the wind-chilling scorpion. Can you let it go now?" Fat Huzhi The big ears are sharp, and the pain is about to scream.

"Think about it clearly?" Ye Feng frowned.

"..." The old fat tiger blushed, weak and weak: "Hey... ten minutes... ten minutes I can't hold on..."

"Ten minutes?" Ye Feng frowned.

"Ten minutes you don't believe it? Do you want to be so excessive? This tiger is also a 60,000-year-old soul beast, okay! Ten minutes is absolutely certain! This is the bottom line of this tiger! It can't be less!" Fat Tiger broke free from Ye Feng's hands and looked at Ye Feng with vows.

Can't be shorter!

If the truth that he can only persist for three minutes is known to outsiders, Fat Tiger feels that he will never be able to hold his head up in front of Ye Feng in the future!

"Ten minutes... this is too short..."

Shui Bing'er whispered beside him.

Although Shui Bing'er felt that the excessive persistence of night wind would make people a little overwhelmed.

But ten minutes is really too short!

"Ten minutes, okay, then we will test it. You can see if I can hammer you to half death in ten minutes. As long as I can hammer you to half death, that doesn't mean that I am not more than 90,000 years old. Is the soul beast bad?" Ye Feng shrugged.

This is called the reference object comparison method.

Very scientific!

"Don't make trouble... People have given up... How can you beat them half to death... You still don't talk about martial arts?" Fat Tiger couldn't help but hit a sharp spirit, his chubby body shrank. Became a ball.

Humanity!

It's terrible!

"Isn't this to prove to you my strength, so that you can have the confidence to take me to the Wind Cold Snow Prison?" Ye Feng looked at Fat Tiger gently and laughed, and said very intimately: "Don't worry, I am a man. Healing Spirit Master, even if he beats you to half death, I can still heal you."

"Don't think about it! I'm afraid of pain! I won't let you hit!" Fat Tiger shook his head like a rattle.

Is death the most terrible thing?

Pain is the most terrible, right?

Give me a cure?

Fight after cure, cure after cure?

How about using this tiger as a sandbag?

Don't this tiger's 60,000-year-old big soul beast need no face at all?

"Then what do you say? I want to go to the Wind-Cold Snow Prison at all. If you don't need me to prove it, then just take me there." Ye Feng said.

"That's not okay, I don't want to die!" Fat Tiger shook his head cowardly.

This tiger is a real dog!

Now there is a dilemma.

How to do it?

Sudden.

Fat Tiger's big eyes rolled around, and suddenly he got a good idea.

"Well, I have a deadly opponent. He is a three-headed wolf and a soul beast of 60,000 years. His strength is not bad with me. He is just as bad as I am. Go and hit him. , If you are really awesome, then I believe you!" Fat Tiger came up with such a great idea.

"Counsel! You are counseling!"

Ye Feng shook his head.

He didn't dare to go, and even let him use other soul beasts as reference objects, this fat tiger was too embarrassed.

"No, no, this can't be called counseling, this is called wisdom! This tiger is a high-end big soul beast that combines strength and mind! Understand?" Fat Tiger showed a proud face, as if saying, you guys What wisdom do humans know!