Nangong Yao, return from hunting tigers

At the top of the creek, a figure gradually appeared like a ghost.

If Old Li and Li Yuan saw this scene, they would definitely faint from fear.

Because this figure was Chen Xun.

Chen Xun stood on the top of the mountain, his eyes overlooking the magnificent mountains and rivers in spring.

The small river town below was also in Chen Xun's vision.

As Xiaohe Peak is also quite high, overlooking from the top of the mountain, Xiaohe Town is really pitifully small.

Chen Xun looked at the scenery for a moment, sat down cross-legged, waved his hand, and a guqin appeared, lying on his knees.

As Chen Xun's fingers slowly moved, the gentle and melodious sound of the piano sounded at the top of the creek.

The beautiful rhythm attracted many birds and butterflies to circle and dance around Chen Xun. Some of them even landed on Chen Xun's shoulder.

Unfortunately, no one could see this scene.

At a certain moment, Chen Xun suddenly stopped moving and pressed his palms gently on the strings. The sound of the piano suddenly disappeared.

Birds and butterflies were reluctant to leave. They flew round and round around Chen Xun, and finally they lost and flew far away.

"If you listen to Xian Le's ears, it is temporarily clear.

Suddenly, a vigorous middle-aged man sounded.

Then a middle-aged man dressed in a plain brocade robe fell from the sky and stood ten feet behind Chen Xun.

The middle-aged man had black and white hair that flowed over his back shoulders. His face was full of Chinese characters. With his sharp eyes and burly figure, he looked dignified.

Chen Xun was not surprised by the sudden appearance of the middle-aged man. He had noticed it when he was playing the piano.

The middle-aged man saw that Chen Xun was still sitting upright, and his eyes were slightly surprised. He immediately walked to stand beside Chen Xun. From the corner of his eye, he saw that there was still no response, and his heart became more and more surprised.

Because this distance was already a very unsafe distance, but it was as unmoving as a mountain, without the slightest vigilance...

After careful thinking, I thought about it.

"I am Nangong Yao, passing through this place, I can't help but find pleasure at first sight. If you disturb fellow daoists, please forgive me."

Nangong Yao turned sideways and gave Chen Xun a slight hand.

As Nangong Yao spoke, he glanced at the wooden sword behind Chen Xun and was slightly curious.

Chen Xun flicked his sleeves, put away his guqin and stood up. He tilted his head to look at Nangong Yao and smiled. "This place belongs to me alone. Why bother?"

Nangong Yao stagnated and smiled.

Interesting, really interesting.

For so many years, I haven t met such an interesting person for a long time.

Unexpectedly, I met him in this corner.

Nangong Yao could not help but ask, "I don't know your surname?"

Chen Xun smiled and shook his head. "We met by chance, so it's fine if we don't mention it."

As the voice fell, a gust of mountain wind blew, and Chen Xun dissipated like gravel.

Nangong Yao looked at this scene with constricted pupils, secretly feeling frightened!

A master!

Nangong Yao returned to his senses after a long while. He could not help but quickly look around, but he did not see the figure again.

Nangong Yao's breathing was a little rapid. At the same time, he felt a sense of loss.

Just now, that scene was like a dream, but he knew that it was real.

"Unexpectedly, I, Nangong Yao, was fortunate enough to meet an expert in such a remote place... Unfortunately, I did not learn the name of that senior."

Nangong Yao shook his head bitterly and murmured.

That senior was the power of the wild crane in the clouds. He had never heard of such a figure in Beixuan before.

I think I'm not from Beixuan anymore. I should have traveled here from other regions.

However, it was also possible that they were from Beixuan. After all, there were countless immortal cultivators in the vast Beixuan. It was normal for some of them to hide in the secular world or in all corners.

However, those kinds of cultivators belonged to a very small minority. After all, the vast majority of immortal cultivators also pursued fame and profit...

In Nangong Yao's view, that kind of cultivator who saw through the world and did not pursue fame and wealth was the real cultivator.

Nangong Yao looked around again, and finally sighed and flew away.

At the same time.

Chen Xun carried the corpse of a black tiger and walked down the mountain.

This black tiger was the one that wanted to attack him and Old Li.

This black tiger was too big to carry without five or six strong years, not to mention on the rugged mountain road.

Chen Xun carried it very easily. Looking carefully, the black tiger was actually not carried by Chen Xun, but floating...

Chen Xun carried the black tiger corpse to the outside of Xiaohe Town in a flash.

In order to avoid causing panic, Chen Xun specially put down the black tiger, went to the town to find a scooter, put the black tiger on the scooter and pulled it into Xiaohe Town.

Just think about it, Chen Xun, such a scholar who makes people look weak, can easily carry the big black tiger into the town and must not scare the townspeople to death.

However, even if Chen Xun pulled the black tiger into the town in this way, it quickly attracted many townspeople to watch!

The townspeople surrounded Chen Xun and looked at the beast corpses on the scooter one by one with shocked expressions!

Black, black tiger?!

Oh my god!

Even some hunters here were shocked to no end!

One had to know that even they were avoiding Black Tiger!

This thing was the overlord of Xiaohe Peak. It ran at an extremely fast speed. Even if it picked up a bow and arrow, it would be difficult to shoot it!

"God, when I went up to the small river peak, I caught a glimpse of the black tiger once from a distance, but it scared me so much that I rolled and crawled out of the small river peak. Fortunately, the black tiger did not chase me, otherwise..."

"Chen, Chen Xun, you didn't kill this black tiger, did you?"

"How is that possible? Look at Chen Xun. His thin arms and legs are not enough to give Black Tiger his teeth!"

"..."

The townspeople talked to each other, and their words were full of shock and astonishment.

"Granny, such a black tiger must be sold for a lot of money!"

"Yeah."

Of course, most of the townspeople were envious.

Chen Xun said with a bitter smile, "Naturally, I didn't kill him. How could I have the ability to do so? Today, I climbed the Xiaohe Peak to view the scenery and was attacked by a black tiger. Fortunately, an immortal suddenly appeared to save the scene. Otherwise, my life would not be guaranteed."

Hearing this, the townspeople were shocked again!

My mother, what the hell? Immortals?

Chen Xun was actually lucky enough to meet an immortal?

Of course, the townspeople knew about the existence of immortals, but immortals were very rare, and they had only heard from the older generation that they had seen immortals flying through the sky.

In recent years, he had not seen it before. He did not expect to be seen by Chen Xun.

This is simply a great blessing!

After some shock, the townspeople couldn't help sighing with emotion when they saw the black tiger.

Isn't it a great blessing?

Look, look, use your butt to think that after the immortal killed this black tiger, he directly gave it to Chen Xun.

Chen Xun is really lucky.

I'm going to sell this Black Tiger. "

Chen Xun said with a smile, then pulled up the scooter and left.

However, there were still many townspeople who wanted to watch the bustle and surrounded Chen Xun.

However, some townspeople looked at Chen Xun's departing back and saw red eyes. Their eyes were filled with envy, jealousy and regret.

Everyone knows that Chen Xun is now a member of the Lao Li family. Once Chen Xun sells the black tiger, the Lao Li family will be rich!

It was no exaggeration to say that by selling this black tiger, the Old Li family could take off in this small river town in an instant!

If only they had taken Chen Xun in...