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Li Zhichang heard the tiger heading east, exerting its light skills, chasing it from the slanting road. At this time, the world was vast, and the so-called "clouds follow the dragon, wind follow the tiger". Where the tiger passed, the wind sounded loudly, and the snow in the branches of the forest fell down, rolling down the sky was covered with white balls.

The tiger roared at the mountains and forests, agile and flexible, running freely in the mountains, and was really fast. But Li Zhichang is not an ordinary person, and every step is ten thousand distance away. At the same time, Li Zhichang heard someone coming from afar, probably a hunter in the mountains. Li Zhichang thought to himself: It's a good time, he has long known the direction in the white mountains and black waters, and just happened to ask the hunter where he has been now.

Li Zhichang kept walking, and after thinking about it, he stopped two tigers. The tiger was not afraid of seeing people, and roared at Li Zhichang. He opened his bloody mouth and rushed towards Li Zhichang. Li Zhichang had a palm on the tiger's forehead. The tiger was knocked to the ground after being hit by this.

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But this beast is different from humans. Even if a martial arts master is hit hard, he will not survive. But the tiger just roared in pain and was completely fine. The tiger roared with pain, held its tail, turned around and ran, which was quite spiritual. The other tiger no longer had a fight and followed.

At this time, another heroic voice shouted: "Kimiji, Kuruyibaco." Li Zhichang heard the language of the alien race at first, and thought that it was already white mountains and black waters, not Han people. But he recalled the sound very familiar. He rarely dealt with the alien race, where did the familiarity of the voice come from? This was Khitan, which means: "Brother. I'll help you."

I saw a man coming out first, wearing a hunting robe, tall and curly bearded. The man rushed over and blocked the way of the two tigers. He raised his right hand, aimed at the tiger's forehead and a palm. With a bang, the tiger turned over and fell into a bucket, roaring like thunder, and pounced on the hunter again.

The man turned sideways slightly. With his empty hand, he fell on the tiger's waist and abdomen. Then another tiger rushed towards the hunter. The hunter was not afraid at all. He lowered his body and hit the tiger's abdomen. The man's palm contained extremely powerful dark force. After the attack, the tiger's internal organs were shattered.

Li Zhichang clapped his high-high and said with a smile: "Paiyun's palms, and the palms of the clouds are so powerful."

The man was very surprised. The row of cloud palms was a martial art that he had been proud of in his life. But they were rarely used in front of others. Even those old friends before were rarely known. In this quiet wilderness, someone could tell the story in one mouthful. He turned around and saw a young man in ragged clothes. He was introverted, thin, and vaguely familiar with his face. He was stepping on another tiger to the ground with one foot.

Since the hunter left Middle-earth, the old friend has long been cut off. Seeing this young man’s face familiar but can’t remember it for a moment.

Li Zhichang smiled and said, "Brother Qiao is really 'Where is no meeting in life'. Can't you recognize me now?"

Qiao Feng slapped his head, looked happy, and said happily: "It's you, Brother Li, I haven't seen you for a year. You have changed a little from the past. I didn't recognize you for a while."

Li Zhi always pointed at his tattered clothes and smiled bitterly: "Look at my outfit, even I can't recognize who I am."

Qiao Feng has always loved his friends as his life. Since he was expelled from the Beggars' Sect, he has formed a deep hatred with Shaolin because of his father. After he came outside the pass, his former friends were completely clean. He was very depressed. Today, he accidentally met Li Zhichang, and his joy was hard to describe, but he still had a layer of concern.

Qiao Feng said, "Brother Li, I have already confirmed that I am a Khitan, and I have changed my name to Xiao Feng. If you look down on me, a foreign race, and don't want to make friends with me now, I won't blame you."

Li Zhichang let out a long roar, and the sound shook the forest and his blood was surging. Qiao Feng became more and more impressed when he heard his roar, thinking that if he really parted ways with this good brother because of Hu Han, it would be a great regret in life.

After Li Zhichang finished roaring, he looked at Xiao Feng with regret. Xiao Feng felt a sudden heart and smiled bitterly: "Brother Li is a hero among the Han people, so he naturally refused to discuss friendship with me, the Hu people, and he was abrupt."

Li Zhichang shook his head and said, "It's not true, Brother Qiao said that day, the key to your friendship is to be close. Whether it is Han or Hu, they are all heroes in my eyes, and I have known your life experience for a long time."

Xiao Feng was overjoyed when he heard this and did not lose Li Zhichang as a friend. The two of them dragged the dead tiger and slowly walked out of the forest. Xiao Feng was very familiar with this area and would not get lost even in the heavy wind and snow. Turning over the two valleys, he saw a camp tent on the southeast slope. Xiao Feng said, "I'm back, my wife."

Li Zhichang thought to himself: It turns out that Brother Xiao has become a relative.

?A young woman walked out of the camp and said softly: "Why did you come back so early today?" This beautiful young woman smiled like a flower, and she had a charming charm. Her skin was white and tender, smooth and crystal clear, and her figure was petite and exquisite.

Xiao Feng said: "I met a great event today. Come on, I will introduce you to me, my brother." He waved to the young woman.

The young woman walked up to her and saw Li Zhichang. She brows revealed a thoughtful look and said in surprise: "Isn't this Xianggong Li?"

Li Zhichang was also very surprised and said, "Miss Azhu, it turns out that you have tied the knot with Brother Xiao. Unfortunately, I have nothing to do now, otherwise I should have prepared the next big gift."

Xiao Feng said in surprise: "It turns out that you and Brother Li have known each other for a long time."

Azhu looked at Xiao Feng with a angrily voice and said, "Why have you known each other for a long time? Mr. Li is your wife's life-saving benefactor."

The sound is crisp, like a pearl falling from a jade plate, which is extremely beautiful. It complements Xiao Feng's rough voice and is born with a pair.

Although Li Zhichang congratulated him, he sighed in his heart that the power of fate is so powerful that the two of them can still get together. It seems that there is an invisible big hand in the dark, manipulating everything.

Xiao Feng said strangely: "It turns out that Brother Li actually saved his son."

?Azhu looked like a smile and said, "Okay, you must be curious and you should invite Mr. Li to the house. It's windy and snowy, you are not cold, but I am very cold."

Xiao Feng slapped his forehead and smiled silly, "Mrs. I'm talking about it, Brother Li, let's go to drink now."

Li Zhichang said: "Okay, just as we were about to ask about Brother Xiao's recent situation, we were talking while eating."

The three of them entered the tent, and Li Zhichang and Xiao Feng carried the two dead tigers in. Ah Zhu had always known that Xiao Feng's magical power was amazing. It was no big deal to bring a dead tiger in an understatement, but Li Zhichang could also carry the dead tiger casually. It seemed that he did not use his true power, so he was slightly surprised. (To be continued...)
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