Chapter 59 Cub [White Tiger]

Following Xiaohui all the way straight and passing thousands of tree gates, Lin Feng finally stood at the foot of the main trunk of the tree king. He stroked the skin of the tree trunk after thousands of years of vicissitudes and felt the marks silently carved on the trees by thousands of years. Lin Feng, who was originally hippie and smiling, gradually calmed down, and he felt a power of tranquility.

That's what has been accumulated after countless years of ups and downs. No matter how impetuous people feel this kind of thing, they will not be in a peaceful mood and no longer irritable.

Looking up, the trunk is about ten meters high, and above is the lush leaves.

I couldn't help knocking on the tree trunk, and there was a deep sound of "jumping..."

"Empty?" Lin Feng was stunned, and then saw Xiaohui struggling for a long time and finally standing in a place in the trunk of the tree.

Lin Feng pushed forward curiously, and the door opened under stress, making a heavy sound like years.

A soft light projected from inside, and Lin Feng stared at everything in front of him.

I saw the stairs stretching up and winding to the top of the tree, and the trunk at the corner of every step was inlaid with a night pearl emitting soft light, illuminating the whole trunk as bright as day.

Xiaohui hesitated on the stairs for a long time and finally jumped up the stairs. Lin Feng also followed Xiaohui with Lily on his head. He stepped on every foothold where Xiaohui jumped over, but he understood the power of the fire clan mechanism. The arrows on the outermost part of the forbidden land were enough to make him want to die. He didn't believe that it would be safer inside.

The continuous ladder kept appearing, and Lin Feng felt that he had walked for half an hour before he saw Xiaohui stop.

"Have you arrived?" Lin Feng stretched out his head and looked around doubtfully, and suddenly became speechless.

Looking left and right, Lin Feng finally confirmed a fact that there is no way...

"Xiaohui, are you trying to give me a man to close the door and catch turtles in the urn?" Although the metaphor was very inappropriate, Lin Feng still said it resolutely, and he felt very uncertain.

But Xiaohui pointed to the top of his finger and looked at Lin Feng eagerly.

Lin Feng stretched out his hand and pushed it away, and suddenly a cool wind blew in.

"Cool!" Lin Feng, who breathed the warm and stuffy air for half an hour, couldn't help taking a breath.

Lin Feng rushed up and looked around. He found that he had stood at the place where the trunk began to split. Looking around, I found that the previous maze-like tree door became more and more confusing, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

"Well, where is this? Why are there so many good things? There was a lazy voice from the sea of knowledge.

Suddenly, the voice of the illusion in the sea suddenly became excited: "Kid, where are you? Why are there so many medicinal materials needed to refine three-grade elixir?

Before he finished speaking, Lin Feng found that all kinds of messy vine branches and leaves around him were drilling into his right wrist. From time to time, it is mixed with all kinds of screams.

"Wow, there have been thousands of years of [Lingzhi"?"

"Huh, why is there also [broken intestine grass] on it?"

"Ah, the best [golden snake bitter vine]?"

In the end, there was no other voice in the sea, only a silly smile and a constant smile.

Lin Feng rolled his eyes speechlessly, but he also knew that he had a big hair this time. Now he is slowly walking in one direction along the direction of the branch.

Looking around, they were all branches held by several people, and Lin Feng couldn't help praising them. Smelling the fresh air in the air, looking at the dense tree doors in the distance and stepping on the solid tree trunks under his feet, Lin Feng closed his eyes and sighed, "How nice it would be if he could live on it!"

However, when he saw Xiaohui timidly pointing to the top of his head, Lin Feng suddenly felt tears on his face. Because in higher, higher places, there are several tree houses the size of boxes scattered.

The first reaction is to restrain your own sword and minimize the characteristics of life. Then he gently put down his steps and looked at the high boxes. Lin Feng couldn't help envy and hatred.

"If those are all mine. How nice it should be!" After daydreaming, Lin Feng continued to wander casually, conveniently 'collecting' medicinal herbs and looking for something precious.

He just killed Lin Feng and didn't dare to continue to walk up. He thought with his toes that it must be the strongest existence of a group of fire clans. Who knows if they have found themselves?

"Or do they think they are descendants of the fire clan?" Lin Feng's heart moved, and his eyes turned to make a good calculation.

Do you want to ask for a few treasures as a junior? Lin Feng touched his chin.

"Huh, why is there the smell of a seven-grade monster [White Tiger]?" Huan stopped laughing and tilted his head doubtfully: "It's the breath of [White Tiger], but it's very weak. It's so strange!"

As soon as Lin Feng heard the seven-grade monster, he rushed to the previous hole and jumped down without saying a word. Just kidding, the four-grade monster [blood pine lion] and the five-grade monster [the-armed ape] in their back mountain made themselves stiff for half an hour. After that, he thought he was dead at that time. This time he met the seven-grade monster. Didn't he run to die?

"Stop!" Looking at Lin Feng's timid behavior, he immediately laughed angrily. What kind of contractor are you looking for? The kung fu is not very good, but the sense of escape is first-class.

"What's the matter? Dude doesn't want to die. The wind is tight." Although Lin Feng said this, he still stopped obediently. According to his understanding of illusion, illusion is more afraid of death than him. In this almost inevitable situation, he is still calm and has the leisure to despise him, which shows that it is not a big problem, at least not to threaten his life.

"Well, let me feel it again." Huan sat on the chair and frowned tightly. For a long time, he suddenly patted his head: "I know what's going on. That should be the child of the seven-grade monster [White Tiger]. Now I guess it's the strength of the third-grade monster. No wonder I feel that its breath is so weak. Haha, I'm such a genius that such a profound problem can be solved at once.

Too lazy to deal with the illusion of self-expansion, Lin Feng slipped back to the tree trunk fork when he said [White Tiger] and strode forward.

"Well, Lily, is the cub of the seven-grade monster sure?" Lin Feng suddenly thought of this and asked quickly.

Li'er disdainfully stretched out her middle finger at Lin Feng, then jumped on his head, grabbed his hair and tore and bit it, which made someone feel sad and angry about her unconfidence behavior.

After getting a positive reply, Lin Feng laughed wildly in the sea of knowledge and looked at the illusion.

Looking contemptuously at Lin Feng, who has milk is his mother's unscrupulous, "It's not far in front of you, um, in a small tree house."

Lin Feng immediately rushed to that place.

Sure enough, a delicate tree house is quietly located at the intersection of three forked branches. Lin Feng walked there carefully with Lily in his arms.

The tree house is more than one meter high and more than one meter wide. A half-meter-high door is quietly facing Lin Feng.

Lin Feng looked at it and saw a little thing with alternating black and white stripes sleeping lazily. Its limbs are up to the sky, and its snow-white belly is round and cute. There is a beautiful king on his forehead, which is not as powerful as the king of the forest king, but only endless cute and pleasant.

"Snoring..." The little white tiger snores shallowly, and the small nose on the three-petal mouth has a layer of shallow fluff, which is very cute. Lin Feng involuntarily reached out and touched it gently.

"Roar..." At this moment, the little white tiger, who smelled the breath of strangers, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the hand that was about to reach his nose and bit it without thinking.

Lin Feng felt very bad when he heard the low roar. He immediately broke his hand and retreated quickly. Even so, the skin of the long middle finger was cut by the sharp teeth of the little white tiger, and a small wound was scratched.

"Wow, it's so fierce." The light in Lin Feng's eyes became stronger and stronger, and he loved the little white tiger more and more.

The little white tiger did not bite Lin Feng, but saw the humble smile on Lin Feng's face, which was even more angry. He roared low, and the little white tiger rushed to Lin Feng angrily.

When he saw this situation, he looked at Lily with lingering fright, and then gently covered his eyes with his claws and couldn't bear to look at it. As the victim of the pit cat, it knows the shamelessness of this shameless human cat combination. While meditating for the little white tiger in my heart, I also felt a little gloating. When you think that this little white tiger is far beyond its grade, the silence has turned into gloating. Oh, no matter how advanced your grade is, isn't it a failure to join hands with this pair of shameless guys? Thinking that he might have a younger brother who is higher than himself in the future, Xiaohui became more and more excited. At present, he decisively removed the small claws covering his eyes and prepared to witness the whole process of the birth of his high-level younger brother from beginning to end.

Sure enough, Xiaohui didn't expect that before the action of the little white tiger was made, a powerful breath that was far beyond it suddenly burst out. The little white tiger's four legs suddenly fell to the ground and looked at the snow-white kitten in front of him tremblingly.

"Well, it's good, much better than Xiaohui. It is worthy of being a child of seven monsters. Lin Feng nodded with satisfaction, and then gently touched the head of Xiaohui lying with a gunshot as a sign of comfort.

Looking at the obedient little white tiger in front of him without a trace of arrogance, Lin Feng looked at the blood still gushing from his fingers, and his face showed a **. A smile to the extreme.

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