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Zhang Zhenyu and Wen Xiaozhi arrived at their destination, Qianhua Mountain, and gave the uncle more than 100 yuan.

Looking at the tall, tree-lined Qianhua Mountain, Zhang Zhenyu put his hands on his hips and sighed: "Damn, it's so high! Forget it, Xiaozhi, let's go!"

"Why are we walking!" Wen Xiaozhi shouted.

Zhang Zhenyu turned to look at Wen Xiaozhi and frowned. "Aren't you going up?"

Wen Xiaozhi shook his head and said, "No!"

Zhang Zhenyu pointed his index finger at himself, "Are you asking me to go to this damn Qianhua Mountain alone?"

"Who said that? Look behind you." Wen Xiaozhi pointed not far behind Zhang Zhenyu.

Zhang Zhenyu turned around and saw a man in black wearing a white mask standing behind him.

Before Zhang Zhenyu could react, Wen Xiaozhi left and said, "Learn from the master and I'll pick you up in two months."

Zhang Zhenyu helplessly looked at Wen Xiaozhi's figure walking further and further away, and cursed: "Damn it!"

The man in black slowly walked over to Zhang Zhenyu and said, "Zi Heng, right!?"

Only then did Zhang Zhenyu remember that this was his name from the Demon Realm, and then he smiled sheepishly, "Master, you should call me Zhang Zhenyu. I'm not used to the name from the Demon Realm yet. I'll wait until later. I'll gradually get better at it."

Changed back."

The man in black patted Zhang Zhenyu on the shoulder, "Zhang Zhenyu, okay, Zhenyu, come with me!" After saying that, the man in black turned around and led the way.

After several hours of hard work, Zhang Zhenyu finally reached one of the tops of Qianhua Mountain and saw several wooden houses and thatched cottages.

The man in black entered one of the wooden houses, brought out two men, and said to Zhang Zhenyu: "These two are also your masters."

Different from the men in black, these two men did not wear black clothes or masks, but they uniformly wore gray and white tunic suits. One of the men had a full beard and said with a smile: "Hahaha, the devil's son is indeed the son of that guy.

So heroic."

Zhang Zhenyu is a smart man. When he heard this, he knew that his father, the Demon King, was on an equal footing with these people. These people might even be higher than the Demon King in terms of seniority. So, he hurriedly clasped his fists and said: "This master, apprentice

How do you call your son?"

"Yes, you are very eye-catching! My name is Guo Chen. I am the second among our three brothers. I wish I were your second master."

Zhang Zhenyu clasped his fists in the direction of another man, "Who is this?"

"Gongzi Qian, your third master." The man who called himself Gongzi Qian had a small pout on his chin.

Just when Zhang Zhenyu wanted to ask the man in black his name, the man in black stretched out his palm and said: "Wait a minute, when you come down the mountain, I will naturally tell you my name. Now I am your master."

Zhang Zhenyu nodded and said he understood.

"Damn it, this old man is pretending to be an outsider and he didn't tell me until then!" Zhang Zhenyu complained in his heart.

"Ahem, it's your first day here. Come with me to kill wild game so that we can eat it in the evening." The master said.

Zhang Zhenyu said "hmm" to express his agreement.

Zhang Zhenyu followed the master to the jungle. After the master looked around, he asked: "Disciple, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"I want to eat meat!" Zhang Zhenyu answered simply. Hey, I have to train. I don't know what kind of training it is. If I don't eat some meat and supplement some nutrition, I'm sorry for myself!

"Have you ever eaten tiger meat?" The master looked forward, as if waiting for something.

"Damn it, you want me to fight a tiger? Damn it, I'm not Wu Song, I can't fight him!" Zhang Zhenyu guessed it smartly.

"I haven't eaten it." Zhang Zhenyu answered honestly.

"Then a tiger will come here. You can handle it and I'll watch."

"Master, how do you know there will be a tiger here?"

"I saw it! Don't say so much." After the master finished speaking, he jumped into the grass.

As expected, the master was not bragging. Soon, a strong tiger, which looked like a Siberian tiger, caught Zhang Zhenyu's eyes. Moreover, this Siberian tiger seemed to have been hungry for a long time.

The Siberian tiger looked at Zhang Zhenyu as if he had discovered a new world, his eyes were shining and his mouth was drooling.

Zhang Zhenyu saw that the Siberian tiger was about to move and wanted to rush over and kill him. He couldn't help but cursed, "Young man, what are you doing? You want to come here. If you come here, you will be finished!"

Zhang Zhenyu's words not only failed to deter the Siberian tiger, but instead aroused the Siberian tiger's desire. Is it the majestic king of animals reduced to being scolded by you, a human being?

With a fierce pounce, the Siberian tiger rushed towards Zhang Zhenyu, opening its bloody mouth and revealing its sharp teeth.

Zhang Zhenyu dodged, but his back was still scratched by the Siberian tiger. It was a war memorial mark, and white flesh was turned out on both sides, and it was bleeding continuously.

Zhang Zhenyu was also angry. He seized the opportunity and jumped on the back of the Siberian tiger, trying to imitate Wu Song in fighting the tiger.

But the Siberian tiger rolled to the ground, and Zhang Zhenyu fell down happily. With a "poof" sound, he vomited blood on the ground.

Without giving Zhang Zhenyu any more time, the Siberian tiger attacked again, pounced fiercely, opened its mouth, and aimed at Zhang Zhenyu's neck.

Zhang Zhenyu became anxious, turned around and kicked the Siberian tiger in the head. Unfortunately, the move was one step away, and the Siberian tiger bit Zhang Zhenyu's left calf.

"Ah - ah -!" Zhang Zhenyu roared because of the pain.

Zhang Zhenyu desperately hit the Siberian tiger on the head with both hands. The Siberian tiger did not get entangled in the calf. It bit Zhang Zhenyu's calf alive and tore off a piece of meat, and then pounced on Zhang Zhenyu.

Zhang Zhenyu was angry, completely angry! No matter whether the master came to help or not, he would kill the Siberian tiger with his own hands today.

Holding his right fist tightly, the divine intelligence was full of despair, watching every move of the Siberian tiger, "Whether you die this time depends on you, my good brother, the hand of the Demon Dragon Emperor." Zhang Zhenyu said softly.

Here it comes, the moment has come, right hook, yes, if a right hook can hit the Siberian tiger, then the Siberian tiger's bite will not only miss him, but he will also be punched back.

Okay! A full blow, right hook!

Zhang Zhenyu hit the Siberian tiger with the greatest strength he thought he had ever used in his life.

But in the end, Zhang Zhenyu was desperate, because his right hand never turned into the hand of the Demon Dragon Emperor. Seeing that the Siberian tiger was about to bite his hand, he had no choice but to close his eyes in despair and wait.

Failure is coming.

Zhang Zhenyu only believes that he will fail, but he never believes that he will die, because if the master comes again, he will definitely not be able to watch himself lose his fortune, otherwise, will his devil father still let him be so carefree?

The master just wants to see how far he has reached, and will not let himself die. But will my desire to tear the Siberian tiger to pieces be ruined like this?

"Crack-" the sound of a Siberian tiger biting into Zhang Zhenyu's right hand sounded.

Just when the Siberian Tiger thought he had won and Zhang Zhenyu thought he had failed, something incredible happened...

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