Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 129 Lighting a Fire of Life
Kill a bear with a chokehold, kill a tiger with a sliding tackle, I believed what my friends said!
Yan Huan rubbed his sword into a spear and stood tall in the wind. The white tiger roared and pounced again.

The white tiger was huge in size, but its speed did not slow down. A wave of its sharp claws was as powerful as thunder. Yan Huan flashed and went behind the white tiger. The surging and domineering tiger paw missed and smashed into the ground, shattering the mountain into pieces.

boom!
Smoke and dust rose up, golden light flashed, and several figures appeared at the bottom of the empty mountain. The white tiger could not see through Yan Huan's illusion of flowing light, so he raised his head, sniffed, and turned his head to look.

Yan Huan's real body is now behind the white tiger.

The white tiger then put its front paws on the ground and raised its waist with all its strength, trying to flip Yan Huan over.

Yan Huan flapped his wings and flew into the air. He pointed with one hand and the weapon fell down. When the white tiger saw that it failed to hit him, it howled angrily. A thunderclap exploded in the forest and the mountain shook. The beast king's aura condensed the murderous intent and collided with the weapon that was pouring down.

"Sister Qingming, take away his diamond skills."

With a thought, the tough aura condensed around the white tiger disappeared for the most part.

In a rage, he raised his tiger tail, which was like a giant pillar reaching to the sky, high up and slashed it towards the air.

With this change of tactics, he took the weapon in the air head-on, intending to exchange injuries with Yan Huan in the air.

"One pounce, one lift, one cut, it seems like you tigers only have these three moves to catch people!"

"Okay! I'll take your cut!" Yan Huan roared.

boom!
The white tiger's long tail is straight and hits Yan Huan's face.

This huge stick, as hard as steel, was extremely powerful. Even though Yan Huan was wearing shining golden armor, it still caused pain in his chest.

"Come again!"

When all three methods failed, the white tiger roared again, turned around and slapped with one palm.

Yan Huan took it again.

"Come again!"

Zhuge Liang was sitting on a tree stump with a smile on his face. If Mr. Shuijing couldn't see through Baihu's tricks, he would suffer a great loss.

Wow!
Yan Huan saw the white tiger flip over and pounce back again, so he raised the spear high with both hands, and then, with all his strength, chopped it down fiercely from the air.

The tiger head raised proudly and pushed back forcefully. The Vajra body protection was broken, leaving a trace of blood on the forehead, which slowly spread out like black and white hair.

Shaking his head, the white tiger calmed down, raised its claws, and slapped Yan Huan, who was as tiny as a moth. This time, it hit him with incredible accuracy.

The tiny body in the golden pupil rolled down more than ten meters and crashed into the fallen trees.

The golden armor was damaged. Yan Huan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and staggered to his feet. This time he gathered the spear into a golden fist and swung it with all his strength towards the white tiger's face. The white tiger did not dodge and took it head on.

The huge body tilted, and it trembled and took a few steps back, and its tail, as thick and hard as a stick, was raised high again.

Yan Huan's fighting spirit surged, and he had no intention of dodging at all. The man and the tiger went back and forth many times, back and forth, like a round-based duel between two tough guys, each taking damage from the other without any scruples.

Boom boom boom!
"Isn't there a need for a dead tree to come back to life in spring?" Bifang said.

"No hurry, no hurry, just play with my big cat first."

"But your body is injured and the pain distracts me, so it becomes difficult for me to maintain my magic." Bifang said helplessly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the white tiger let out a long roar, and dense and tiny traces faded out on the screen wall, and it was about to collapse.

A few sporadic gaps shattered, golden light flashed, and a strong light penetrated through, disturbing Zhuge Qing who had been unable to sleep all night. He sat up suddenly, looked at the extremely cold mountains, immersed in thinking, and decided to move towards the light.

"Didn't you say it was no problem?" Yan Huan wondered when he saw the cube shattered. This was different from what Bifang had blown out before.

"Who told you to mess around? Fix your body first."

"I told you to wait a moment." Yan Huan said stubbornly. Looking at Yan Huan and Qingniao arguing in the distance, Zhuge Liang narrowed his eyes even tighter, "Could it be that Mr. Shuijing has already noticed it?"

The White Tiger is the metal of the west. It is a ferocious and fierce god, in charge of killing and has a murderous nature. When people are around it, their fighting spirit will unconsciously surge until they fall into a mad and disorderly frenzy and become an irrational killing machine.

Those who control the white tiger will, psychologically and physiologically, enter a level that is more adapted to fighting and killing, and will summon a special fighting spirit called the "war god instinct."

This is the White Tiger's murderous technique.

"Ah - I haven't done this for a long time. I really don't like the feeling of pain." Yan Huan wiped the corner of his mouth.

"How is it, are you feeling better?"

"I haven't moved for 1,800 years. Now my blood circulation should be smooth again."

The white tiger was stunned, its golden pupils flashing with a faint light, and it took a few deep breaths.

"Haha." Zhuge Liang laughed, "As expected, Mr. Shuijing really likes to mess around in this life."

But things will not end here. Baihu is proud and arrogant, and this little bit of compassion cannot control him. If you want Baihu to completely recognize his master, there is only one way, defeat him, completely defeat him.

There is no other way out.

"Mr. Shuijing has wood essence, and his body damage can be repaired, but Baihu can't. If the stalemate lasts for a while, the outcome will be decided."

"Hu——" Yan Huan let out a long sigh.

"Your technique also has an influence on people's minds. If you continue to use it, my meditation skills will be broken."

"So, let me show you something. Let's also show it to Mr. Kong Ming."

Yan Huan opened his palms, and a ball of light blue fire emerged.

Clean, bright, pure, an extremely beautiful fire of life.

"When?" Zhuge Liang stood up from the tree stump.

It is the True Fire and Samadhi without a doubt, and it is very pure True Fire.

"Just after Mr. Kong Ming told me about the 'king' that the sorcerer wanted."

Heaven and man are one, heaven, man and earth are the three elements.

Essence, energy and spirit are the three treasures of the human body and are the inner foundation of all human spiritual consciousness and physical activities.

Human survival is inseparable from heaven, man and earth. The three treasures of man can also be regarded as the projection of heaven, man and earth in the human body.

Essence is the essence of Qi, which is a highly condensed Qi. Essence is like the earth, thick, steady, quiet and reserved, and must not be leaked out. Human Qi is in the middle, communicating between heaven and earth, and looking at others on the left and right. Qi is the feeling of the spirit. The gods in heaven are above, constantly moving and changing, knowing the subtle and wonderful, and achieving the unity of man and nature.

Refining essence into Qi, refining Qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness, this is the normal way.

"A sorcerer follows the laws of nature, and walks from his body to the heaven and earth, so he works from the inside out. He starts with the essence of the lower elixir, and lights up the three treasures in turn. When the three samadhis gather together at the place where the gods of heaven are connected, this is called the true fire."

"Mr. Kong Ming, your fire really pleases me."

Whoosh!

True Fire Samadhi roared out from the palm of his hand, bringing with it bursts of blue flames that spread out like ripples, enveloping the ferocious white tiger on the opposite side.

"Accepted."

(End of this chapter)