Chapter 169: Yanwen Fierce Tiger

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Nine

Two cold lights suddenly appeared at the dark hole, accompanied by heavy breathing, Ye Ziqin covered his lips with both hands, staring at the object at the hole with wide eyes, and his pretty face was pale.

"Ang!" An ear-splitting roar, as if the whole cave was trembling, and through the moon's brilliance, the two finally saw clearly that there was actually a hanging crystal with a white forehead about three meters long standing at the entrance of the cave. Tiger, with red flame marks on his body, blew in the wind and rain, two sharp fangs were exposed in his open mouth, with crystal-like silky saliva hanging from it.

"Leaf, hide behind me." Zhuo Bufan's expression is extremely solemn. If his strength is restored, he can kill the big worm in front of him with one move, but it is a pity that it is extremely difficult for him to gather spiritual energy.

"Ang!" The big tiger once again let out a low whistle, as if seeing delicious food, his eyes burst with cold light, and he jumped up and rushed towards Zhuo Bufan.

Ye Ziqin's flowers faded, and she lost her voice: "Extraordinary, be careful..."

Zhuo Bufan raised the true essence in his body, and suddenly there was a tearing pain behind his back. He endured the pain, his hands caught the big tiger's neck, and one tiger fell directly on the ground and rolled around.

Although aura cannot condense and use spells, fortunately, there is still essence in the body.

When hitting the stone wall, the broken stones fell down with a thud, and the big tiger's furry forefoot suddenly ejected sharp claws on Zhuo Bufan's chest. Zhuo Bufan flew out directly, with five **** paw prints on his chest. It looks terrifying.

"Zhuo Bufan, how are you?" Ye Ziqin looked at the injured Zhuo Bufan, sniffed hard and whimpered with tears.

Zhuo Bufan's chest was ups and downs like a blower, panting heavily. This big tiger weighs at least five hundred jin, and the big tiger's eyes, in addition to the coldness of the beast, actually gave him a hint of wisdom.

"Is it an open-minded beast?" Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth. In the realm of cultivation, the existence of monsters is very common, but Zhuo Bufan has not seen open-minded beasts on earth.

"Um..." Dahu shook his head, shaking off the rubble from his body, his thick hair and dense hair floating looked majestic and majestic, worthy of being the king of beasts.

The big tiger leaped fiercely on Zhuo Bufan's body, opened its mouth and bit at Zhuo Bufan’s neck. Zhuo Bufan’s eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and his two hands directly grabbed the upper and lower jaws of the tiger’s mouth. There was also blood and bad breath coming out of the tiger's mouth, which almost made Zhuo Bufan spit it out.

"Bang!" Zhuo Bufan kicked the big tiger's belly and kicked the big tiger to the ground. The big tiger's eyes became colder and he stared at Zhuo Bufan with anger.

Zhuo Bufan's breathing is getting heavier and heavier, his physical exertion is serious, and the time he can persist is getting less and less.

"Sun Moon Pluto Fist, Moon Formation!" Zhuo Bufan condensed the last point of true essence in his body to draw a half-moon arc in the air.

This was the martial art taught to him by Master Zhuo Bufan. It was unmatched in power. Big Tiger seemed to have a premonition of danger. He suddenly turned around like a hole and leaped away, disappearing into the night.

Zhuo Bufan couldn't use this trick anymore. The true essence in his body was completely consumed. If the big tiger didn't leave just now, he thought that he and Ye Ziqin might become the beast's food.

"There is no way to stay here. You must change to another place." Zhuo Bufan said with a frown. Although the big tiger was not completely enlightened, it was already close to the realm of a first-level monster. The smell of blood on the body is attracted, if it reacts to the injury and persists for a long time, I am afraid that he will come to the door.

Ye Ziqin looked at Zhuo Bufan, who was dripping with blood, and said with red eyes: "But you are injured, and it's dark now, where can we go?"

"Change to a cave, take off your clothes and mine and leave them here, lest the big tiger sniffs over it." Zhuo Bufan warned.

Ye Ziqin hesitated and took off his coat. There was only a small pink dress inside. The figure was wrapped tightly. Two snow lotus roots with white arms hanging between the willow waist, dropped the clothes, just moved, Ye Ziqin oops. With a sound, frowned.

Zhuo Bufan saw that Ye Ziqin's ankle had been hurt by a rock just now, and it was already red and swollen. He simply bent over and said, "Come up, I will walk with you on my back."

"Yeah." In the darkness, Ye Ziqin could not see the blushing face, lying on Zhuo Bufan's back, his soft and smooth arms hooked Zhuo Bufan's neck, mud and water splashed, and he hurried out of the cave.

The rain stopped, but the ground after the rain was muddy. Zhuo Bufan was scalding the mud, stepping on the mud step by step, and Ye Ziqin, who was lying behind him, put his face on his shoulder, and the warmth in his heart was completely dissipated. The cold brought by the coat.

After about ten minutes, they finally found a cave on the right side of the pool, but it was much narrower than the cave just now.

Ye Ziqin smeared Zhuo Bufan’s back, frowning and said: “The rain has stopped, how did your back get wet?” With that, her expression suddenly changed, and her hands were wet and sticky. There is a trace of blood, this is not rain, but blood.

"I was fighting with the beast just now, and the wound on his back was torn. Now I have to take out the bullet embedded in the meat, otherwise I might die." Zhuo Bufan frowned and opened Ye Ziqin's backpack, which happened to be inside. There is a small fruit knife.

"You asked me to use a fruit knife to help you take out the bullet?" Ye Ziqin was stunned.

Zhuo Bufan found weeds, lit a bonfire, and disinfected the blades on the fire. He lay on the ground and said, "Leaves, help me cut the meat and take out the bullets."

"I'll get the bullet, can I do it?" Ye Ziqin stood on the spot holding a fruit knife, and pressed his lips hard.

"I believe you, only you can help me now."

Ye Ziqin turned on the light of the phone, and the wound on the back showed some signs of thickening. Blood kept pouring out. Qianqianyu's hand holding the fruit knife kept trembling. As the president, she had never killed a chicken or duck. How dare she? Knife on people.

Only seeing the wound behind Zhuo Bufan, her tears fell.

"Can't wait any longer, I must heal the wound on my body, otherwise we cannot leave the valley."

"Then bear with me a little bit, I'll try." Ye Yeqin finally made up his mind, holding a fruit knife to cut open the wound carefully.

The sharp fruit knife cut open the wound instantly, the bright red flesh and blood separated, and the metallic luster of the bullet shell was revealed in the flesh.

If it hadn't been for Zhuo Bufan's body that had been tempered and strengthened by spiritual energy, that bullet alone would have killed him.

"The bullet seems to be deep in the meat, how can I get it out? I don't have tweezers on my body." Ye Ziqin's forehead was covered with sweat, it was obviously nervous, and even his hands were shaking.

"Buckle, buckle it out with a knife." Zhuo Bufan said calmly.

Ye Ziqin's eyes were red again. What kind of man was this? Faced with such pain, he didn't even scream.

"I, I can't..." Ye Ziqin shook his head vigorously, Zhuo Bufan's back was already full of blood, Ye Ziqin had not fainted now, and was already considered a strong woman.

At this moment, there was a roar that resounded throughout the world: "Ang!"

"It's the big worm just now. It is estimated that it knew that I was injured and came back. Although the rain has reduced the **** smell, it will not be long before it will come. Don't hesitate!" Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.