Tiger mountain.

    Fierce tiger gate station.

    Thanks to the accumulation of generations over the past hundred years, this mountain 30 miles east of the county city belongs to the industry of menghumen.

    Further east of this mountain is the famous Yanmen mountain range.

    In late autumn, the fallen leaves are withered and yellow, the birds have long disappeared, and the peaks are particularly lonely.

    The breeze and the colorful dance of fallen leaves also add a sense of sadness to the place.

    Across the mountain gate and up more than 1000 layers along the stone steps in the mountains, it is a huge manor.

    Play martial arts, calligraphy schools, dozens of small courtyards

    Not to mention anything else, the cost of building such a large manor on this mountain is amazing.

    Today''s tiger sect can not be achieved overnight.

    With his wife''s help, he stood still and looked at this place. Yang Fengfu''s eyes became more and more gloomy.

    "Go to the backyard!"

    With a wave of hand, all the disciples of the sect entered the manor in order.

    Guo fan did not keep up, but consciously dragged the injured body back to the courtyard where he lived.

    Although he is the eldest martial brother of the second generation of disciples, he is not trusted by Yang Fengfu because of the previous generation.

    Nor does it belong to the core group of menghumen.

    Depending on the situation, the sect leader wants to summon people close to him to discuss important matters. He went only to find it boring.

    "Creak..."

    Open the door and you will have a panoramic view of the furnishings in the house.

    Just a bed, a few, a bookcase and a futon.

    The bedding on the bed is stacked neatly. In the bookcase, in addition to martial arts classics, there are all kinds of miscellaneous notes, unofficial history and even poetry and scriptures.

    There are even more books than the private school in the door.

    Guo fan came through and lived a new life, which is no longer so urgent for material enjoyment.

    On the contrary, he is full of curiosity about all kinds of things in the world.

    These, only books and words can satisfy him.

    He doesn''t like playing, food and. He doesn''t seem to care much about women, which makes him an alien in the tiger sect.

    Fortunately, Guo fan''s performance outside has always been relatively dull, but it doesn''t make people think elsewhere.

    "Hoo..."

    With a long breath, he sat down on his knees on the futon, took the healing pill from his arms and took it.

    When the pill enters the abdomen, it immediately turns into a rolling warm current and rushes around the body to supplement qi and blood. At the same time, it also stimulates the itching of the wound.

    As the medicine gradually took effect, the pain at the wound was no longer obvious.

    Guo fan''s mind was frozen, and a powerful white tiger stepping on the sky immediately appeared in his mind.

    Graphics emerge and ideas tighten in an instant.

    At the same time, his flesh trembled slightly, and the subtle parts began to exert force to stimulate Qi and blood and accelerate the recovery of the wound.

    Even a master who has cultivated internal power has never had this ability.

    And the reason why he can do it all depends on his practice.

    White tiger god evil body!

    The name of this skill is domineering. In fact, it is a chicken rib. If possible, he would have to practice it.

    In those years, sun Jieliang, the former head of the tiger sect, accidentally got a white tiger scroll.

    He can see from it that there should be a mysterious martial art hidden in this picture and indulge in it.

    Later, in order to verify what he thought, he forced his disciples to repair the white tiger god evil body.

    Verify the skill with the disciple''s practice process.

    Four disciples, so he killed three alive.

    Had it not been for Guo Fanfu''s great life, he would have followed his younger martial brother''s footsteps until his master became possessed and died early.

    And he could not get rid of the white tiger.

    Although this skill is not perfect, it has various wonderful functions in the body refining stage, which is generally good.

    If it can breed internal power, it is also a powerful martial art.

    But unfortunately, the side effects are greater.

    At the turn of Hai Zi at night, there is an inexplicable evil Qi into the body, which makes people unbearable pain.

    Every day, it hurts for half an hour!

    One of Guo fan''s younger martial brothers just couldn''t stand this inevitable torture and committed suicide.

    Guo fan is fine.

    He was born with divine power and strong flesh, so he was more resistant to pain.

    In addition, with the increase of strength, the power of evil Qi torture gradually weakened, but it also persisted.

    I think as long as you achieve internal power, you should be able to be immune to the suffering of evil Qi entering the body.

    While Guo Fanyun was healing, time passed slowly.

    Unknowingly, the night had fallen, the night shrouded the mountains, and only a few lights flashed in the manor.

    "Da... Da..."

    A knock on the door woke him up.

    "Elder martial brother, did you sleep?"

    A clear and pleasant voice followed from outside the door.

    "No, younger martial sister, what''s up?"

    Guo fan opened his eyes and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

    At this time, if you need to find him for anything, it''s the younger martial sister Wanjun, the apple of the sect leader''s eye.

    "Elder martial brother, my father is looking for you."

    Yang Wanjun didn''t push the door in, but whispered outside the door.

    "The sect leader is looking for me?"

    Guo fan''s heart clattered and his face became gloomy.

    He quickly changed his mind and slowly got up: "younger martial sister, wait a minute, I''ll change my clothes and go."

    "Yes."

    Yang Wanjun should be.

    Not long after, Guo fan, who changed his clothes, went out of the door and followed the other party into the main house of the manor.

    Here, the lights are still on.

    Thanks to the mystery of the skill, although he was not close, he already felt several familiar smells inside.

    The sect leader, his wife, three martial uncles and several younger martial brothers

    The core figures of menghumen are all here!

    Is it difficult? They have been discussing it since they came back from the challenge arena?

    "Creak..."

    Yang Wanjun opened the door and saw the scene inside. Sure enough, everyone in the house was there.

    "Dad, elder martial brother is coming."

    "Yes."

    Yang Fengfu nodded slowly and motioned Yang Wanjun to stand aside. Then he looked at Guo fan who followed him in.

    As soon as he opened his mouth, Guo fan''s heart jumped wildly.

    "Guo fan, how did the tiger gate treat you?"

    What''s this for?

    "Door master."

    Guo fan took a deep breath, gave a salute with both hands, and said in a deep voice, "Guo fan was just a street beggar when he was young. If he had not been taken in by his master and taken care of by your predecessors, he would have become a dead bone in the wilderness."

    "Guo Fanyong dare not forget the kindness of menghumen''s reinvention!"

    "Good!"

    Yang Fengfu''s voice said, "you are a big senior brother of the younger generation. You have been sensible since childhood and have set a good example for younger martial brothers and sisters."

    Speaking of this, he turned his voice and said, "I heard that you like reading unofficial allusions recently?"

    "Yes."

    Guo fan whispered, "I have nothing to do besides practicing martial arts. Just look for some books."

    "Don''t be nervous. I don''t mean to blame you."

    Looking at his cautious face, Yang Fengfu couldn''t help smiling and said, "in terms of practicing martial arts hard, none of your younger martial brothers and sisters is like you."

    "The sect leader flattered me."

    Guo fan hung his head and said, "I''m talented and stupid. I can only do some stupid Kung Fu. I''m inferior to others."

    "You, you!"

    Yang Fengfu pointed to Guo fan with emotion on his face.

    This man has talent, is willing to work hard, and has a stable temperament. He doesn''t look like a young man at all.

    If it were not for the apprentice of senior brother, his martial arts were also flawed. He would be a pillar of the door to cultivate.

    But

    With a sigh in his heart, Yang Fengfu said slowly, "you like reading, but you''ve seen the section of Wang Meng''s gratitude."

    "Yes."

    Guo fan lowered his head, making it difficult to see his face.

    The so-called Wang Meng''s gratitude is about a man named Wang Meng who was a slave in the Li family when he was young.

    Although he was a slave, the Li family treated him as if they had gone out.

    Later, Wang Meng left the Li family to wander the Jianghu, learned brilliant martial arts, and finally became a hero.

    At this time, the Li family had declined, offended a big enemy and almost destroyed the family.

    Wang Meng felt the kindness of the Li family when he was young. He took over the Li family''s hatred and died with the big enemy.

    When later generations compiled his story into a book, Wang Meng said to repay his kindness.

    Yang Fengfu said, "what do you think of Wang Meng''s actions?"

    Guo fan didn''t look up, but he could clearly feel that the eyes of everyone in the field were staring at himself.

    At present, he can only harden his head and say, "Wang Meng''s gratitude is admirable and a model for our generation."

    "Good!"

    Yang Fengfu nodded.

    Then he took a long breath and said, "Guo fan, I won''t hide it from you. I lost the contest with Kong Zonghan!"

    "What?"

    Guo fan suddenly looked up and looked surprised.

    Of course, in his mind, he had already expected this.

    "If the competition continues on that day, it will only be the end of my death and his serious injury. This is not his wish, so there is a seven day agreement."

    Yang Fengfu ignored Guo fan''s face and continued: "his wind robbing force in me now will never recover in seven days, but his injury will not have much impact."

    "Therefore, I will die in the martial arts contest after seven days!"

    "Therefore, the tiger gate needs a retreat!"

    "Door master."

    Guo fan''s face coagulated and hugged his fist and said, "if the sect leader has anything to say, I''ll go through fire and water!"

    "I have something to tell you."

    Yang Fengfu''s eyes drooped and his voice suddenly mentioned: "Guo fan, the fifth generation disciple of menghumen, listen to the order!"

    "The disciple is here!"

    Guo fan knelt on one knee and shouted.

    "I''m the fifth head of fierce tiger gate."

    Yang Feng''s residence got up tremblingly, held it high with one hand and said, "before the ancestors'' spiritual throne, you will testify by your fellow disciples. Now you pass on the tiger sect leader to the fifth generation disciple Guo fan!"

    "Door master!"

    Guo fan opened his eyes and fiercely looked up at Yang Fengfu.

    Rao was thinking about what he would encounter before, but he didn''t expect this situation.

    "Disciple Lu Ben, how can he de......"

    "Shut up!"

    Yang Fengfu''s tiger roared, and his breath exploded. Guo fan, who was directly suppressed, couldn''t move at all.

    "In terms of talent, you are the first in the younger generation!"

    "In terms of practicing martial arts hard, let alone the younger generation, even the elders of the school, there is no one like you."

    "Besides, you are the elder martial brother''s disciple. The position of the head of the tiger sect belongs to you."

    Yang Fengfu gasped and continued, "I know what you want to say. It''s just that you don''t have enough strength to convince the public."

    "Don''t worry, I will give up what I''ve learned all my life to help you cultivate your internal power."

    "At that time, there will be no argument about the position of the tiger sect leader!"

    "Door master!"

    Guo fan trembled and said, "no!"

    "Why not?"

    Yang Fengfu strode forward. His clothes were calm and automatic. His eyebrows and eyes were like a fierce tiger down the mountain. He was not angry.

    "Concentrate and take me to the top!"

    With a tiger roar, he stretched his big hands and hit Guo fan on the head from top to bottom.

    "Peng!"

    Light ground shock.

    The invisible aura emerged from the two people and surrounded the whole audience.

    Guo fan clenched his teeth and his muscles shook wildly. With a strange force pouring in from his head, an inexplicable breath also grew inside him.

    At the same time, the atmosphere of Yang Fengfu is also weakening rapidly.

    "Remember, in seven days, you will be the head of the tiger sect. You will lead the rest of the disciples to deal with the wind hall."

    "You must not give up the foundation of the fierce tiger gate. Otherwise, you are the sinner of the fierce tiger gate!"

    The roar lingered in his ears, and at this time Guo fan had already fallen into some kind of consternation.

    But in his knowledge of the sea, a mysterious copper mirror quietly emerged, and subtle waves appeared on the original yellow mirror.

    This mirror was in his sea of knowledge at the moment he came through.

    But from beginning to end, there was no difference.

    Now, there are changes.

    Just when he was stunned, the mirror suddenly flashed.

    The next moment.

    A flash of streamer wrapped Guo fan''s yuan spirit, penetrated the heavens and the world, and went straight into a body.