The three of them hesitated at the door for a while, and knew in their hearts that Wang Cheng probably started practicing again inside and practiced the tiger-shaped fist to a critical moment. The aura emitted made them all frightened and dared not offend them at all.

In fact, all three of them wanted to go in and see the process of condensing and dispersing this boxing technique. But they were afraid of disturbing Wang Cheng, and at the same time they were worried that if Wang Cheng suddenly became manic, no one would stop him.

In the end, Yang Qingyu made the decision and did not open the door to disturb Wang Cheng, so she asked Liu Shicheng and Zhang Shaoyun to work on their own affairs. She sat at the door of Wang Cheng's room, holding a Taoist scripture in her hand and reading it. From time to time, she looked up at the door. Listening to the sounds of heartbeats inside that seemed to hit her heart, her mind was affected and she couldn't sink into the Taoist scriptures in her hand.

Moreover, Yang Qingyu also knew that Wang Cheng and Ping Liangying were both in the room, so she felt a little uncomfortable.

The atmosphere in the room was still very depressing.

Wang Cheng sat on the chair, as if a tiger was entrenched. The carving knife in his hand was still slowly moving on the jade, and a lifelike tiger gradually appeared.

Wang Ying put down the book in her hand, ran to Wang Cheng's side, squatted down, supported her chin with her hands, raised her head, and looked at Wang Cheng's face and focused expression, as well as the tiger in his hand. She was fascinated by the sight, and her heartbeat slowly began to beat with Wang Cheng's heartbeat, and a trace of amber slowly flashed through those pure big eyes.

By imitating the skin of the heartbeat and a trace of breathing secret method, and observing the true meaning of the tiger, you can condense a trace of the true meaning of the tiger that dissipates instantly on yourself. It can be seen that Wang Ying's talent for martial arts is definitely top-notch.

However, she did not continue to imitate because it was a natural behavior just now, and internal martial arts could not be imitated by just looking, and could only be practiced through teaching, and the internal changes were too complicated.

Wang Cheng's nine styles of tiger have reached the real realm of success, and is comprehending the real secret of the tiger's internal family. He has just condensed the power of the tiger. The secret of the circulation of internal qi and blood in his body is almost the most complicated of all the internal martial arts he practices, and is worthy of the inheritance of ancient boxing.

However, the most important thing is that the true intention of the tiger is too domineering, and he is almost unable to control his firm mind, so he has to disperse at this peak moment to achieve the effect of standing and breaking. This is a practice method like a phoenix's Nirvana. Every time the true intention of the tiger is disappearing and rebirth, it will condense and grow again.

Therefore, when Wang Cheng practices the Nine Tiger Styles again next time, he needs a stronger mental control ability to fully control the tiger's aura and prevent himself from being swallowed by the tiger's true intention. He will not lose control and become a beast that can only kill people!

Squeak squeak...

The carving knife moved little by little, and a trace of jade debris fell on the ground. Every time the carving knife moved, the tiger's aura condensed to the peak of his body would be weaker, as if it had merged into the jade tiger in his hand.

As the jade tiger gradually took shape, the tiger breath disappeared faster and faster, and his breathing became slower and slower. The tiger's heartbeat was slowly disappearing, and the qi and blood in his body returned to normal.

call………………

Finally, the carving knife slashed his eyes slightly and stopped moving. Wang Cheng let out a long breath. This breath penetrated every part of his body, bringing out all the breath left by the tiger in his body. The tiger in his heart also completely disappeared at this moment.

The terrifying bloodthirsty aura on his body also disappeared at the same time, and it seemed to have become another person at once.

Holding the emerald tiger and the carving knife in his hand, Wang Cheng instantly became a quiet literary boy immersed in the carving, and his whole body exuded a sense of affinity and quietness.

Wang Ying smiled a little when she saw it, and she couldn't help but want to reach out to touch Wang Cheng's hand. But she still held it back and sat back on the chair, still looking at Wang Cheng opposite her without blinking.

Wang Cheng suddenly looked up at her, showed a warm smile, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Wang Ying also smiled at Wang Cheng, looked at each other, her eyes curled into crescent moons, and she said softly: "Look at Master, Master, you are so handsome. When Xiao Ying grows up, will she marry her master, okay?"

Wang Cheng's heart was very smooth and relaxed. Without the suppression of the tiger's aura, he would not get angry easily, so he was not angry. Instead, he asked according to her words: "Oh? How old is Sakura this year?"

Wang Ying stretched out one hand, spread her five snow-white fingers and shook her smiled, "Sakura is five years old, and in another ten years, Sakura can marry her master."

Sure enough, he was only five years old.

"Haha, okay, the master will marry Sakura ten years later."

Wang Cheng agreed without any concern with a light body.

Anyway, Wang Ying has an IQ now, and she doesn't know when she can recover her memory. Naturally, this kind of joke cannot be taken seriously, and it may not be certain whether she will remember it in the future.

However, Wang Ying's eyes lit up, stretched out her fingers, looked at Wang Cheng and said, "Okay, the master keeps his word, and hooks his fingers. Whoever regrets it will be a pig."

Wang Cheng glared at Wang Ying, then continued to bury his head and look at the tiger jade in his hand. The tiger was obviously completely completed.

He carved this tiger jade to dissipate the true meaning of the tiger in his heart. So when the true meaning of the tiger disappears, that is when the work is completed.

I saw that the green tiger jade looked a bit rough at first glance, but when I looked closely, it was shocking. The tiger exuded a bloodthirsty wild aura.

Especially the eyes of the jade tiger seem to be staring at me all the time, and the next moment, they will pounce on me and eat me!

Moreover, the roughness of the details actually made the jade tiger more revealing the aura of a wild beast, as if the real tiger should have been like this.

"Master, pull the hook!"

Wang Ying stretched her fingers to Wang Cheng and shook them, her face was very serious and she said unyieldingly.

Wang Cheng put away the carving knife, held the jade tiger tightly, and sensed the aura of the tiger connected to his interesting bloodline. He knew that this tiger could not keep it in his hands.

He patted Wang Ying's fingers. He said seriously with a stern face again: "Learn well. Don't mess around, remember, boxing is your foundation, practice boxing well, otherwise the master will deal with you."

Wang Ying suddenly pursed her lips and looked at Wang Cheng with contempt. She felt keenly that the current master was different from before, so she was no longer afraid and seemed very casual. She picked up the secret message of Tianpeng on the table and looked at it, muttering, "I just knew that the master was a big liar and a big bad guy."

Wang Cheng ignored Wang Ying, calmed down his mood, adjusted his breathing, and controlled the internal qi and blood with the earth's breathing and the earth's heartbeat. His body and mind felt very at ease, and he walked out with the jade tiger in his single order.

When he opened the door, he saw Yang Qingyu sitting at the door looking at a book.

"Wang Cheng. Are you okay?"

Yang Qingyu hurriedly stood up and asked, looking at Wang Cheng carefully with his eyes. Wang Cheng is now more in line with her image. It is like a steady mountain, not a tiger that reveals danger at any time.

Wang Cheng nodded, grabbed her hand and walked over to sit down, and smiled and said, "It's okay, the Tiger Nine Styles are indeed too domineering. If you don't have enough confidence next time, don't practice it."

He said that, but Wang Cheng knew in his heart that although he seemed to have dispersed the true meaning of a tiger, there was still a seed of a tiger deep in his heart, and he would burst out at any time. So it was not that if he didn't practice it in the future, this boxing technique would really end.

The ancient pictographic boxing technique is so magical and weird.

Not only the Nine Styles of the Tiger, but also the Taoist Pure Yang, Earth Evil Fist, and Dragon Elephant Fist he practiced are the same. The things he has learned can never be discarded, as if they have been imprinted into his life.

"Oh, that's great."

Yang Qingyu took it seriously, showed a hint of excitement, then looked back at Wang Ying who was sitting there reading a book inside, frowned and asked, "How is she?"

Wang Cheng raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice: "She follows me to practice boxing in the future and practice Tianpeng Secrets with you."

"Practice boxing?"

Yang Qingyu was shocked, and thoughtful eyes flashed in her eyes. Then she stopped asking this and stood up and walked towards the kitchen: "The supplements I made for her just now are almost ready."

Wang Cheng nodded, watched Yang Qingyu enter the kitchen, then placed the jade tiger in his hand on the table, looked carefully, and then withdrew his gaze.

Liu Shicheng and Zhang Shaoyun came over and looked carefully. They were obviously interested in this tiger. Both of them knew how valuable Wang Cheng's tiger carvings were, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were worth.

Li Zhengxiang of Donghai City is still promoting Wang Cheng's white jade tiger, and the starting price is 50 million. According to the news Zhang Shaoyun got from Li Zhengxiang, several wealthy families have already made 500 million in private and wanted to trade in person in person, but Li Zhengxiang refused.

There are also several martial arts families who want to exchange for the same priceless antiques, but Li Zhengxiang refused. What he wants is to place the tiger carving at the auction to create a sensation effect instead of quietly trading it privately. In that way, no matter how high the price is, no one knows it, and it will not attract popularity. For his auction house and the author Wang Cheng, neither the grade nor the fame can be raised.

This is also one of the reasons why Li Zhengxiang promised Wang Cheng not to trade and get a commission.

Now, Zhang Shaoyun and Liu Shi knew in Chengdu that the newly released jade tiger was definitely worth more than the white tiger. For warriors who practice tiger-shaped fist, this jade tiger is no less than the secrets of the magical skills of tiger-shaped fist, which is equivalent to a master who condenses the true meaning of tiger-shaped fist to guide him at any time.

Just looking at this, Zhang Shaoyun and Liu Shicheng felt a bloodthirsty breath coming to their faces, just like Wang Cheng before.

"Master, this thing is so awesome."

Zhang Shaoyun had to give his master a thumbs up. The appearance of this jade tiger looks very ordinary at first glance, and even the knife skills are a little rough.

But overall, it looks like a natural ingenuity, as if it has not been carved by knife skills, and it seems that a tiger has become smaller. And it is a hungry tiger hunting, and the eyes of everyone looking at him are full of bloodthirsty breath.

It's so incredible and wonderful.

Liu Shicheng also exclaimed: "This tiger is too precious to those who practice tiger-shaped fist."

Wang Cheng laughed and said indifferently: "The poem is what you want, then I will give it to you."

Liu Shicheng was slightly stunned, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and then he waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, I can't ask for it. This is too precious. Our Liu family does not have the inheritance of Tiger Fist, so it's a waste to ask for it. You should keep it."

Wang Cheng shook his head and said seriously: "I won't stay."

Liu Shicheng also had some understanding of Wang Cheng's way of practicing tiger-shaped fist, so it was not surprising that he just nodded and stopped asking more questions.

Scream... Scream... Scream...

At this time, a few rapid brake sounds sounded outside.

Zhang Shaoyun flashed a little surprised, nodded to his master, then raised his legs and ran out, and suddenly saw a three-legged army green off-road vehicle parked at the door.

The car door opened and seven or eight people walked out of the car.

Most people carry a strong aura, the aura of a warrior, and the serious military and human aura.

However, everyone was wearing plain clothes, and the person in charge was Wen Jiancheng, who Zhang Shaoyun knew!

"Xiao Zhang, tell your master, I'm here to bother you again."

Wen Jiancheng got out of the car and said to Zhang Shaoyun with a smile, as if he was an old man from his neighbor's house who came to visit and gave gifts.

However, several murderous and serious faces beside him told Zhang Shaoyun that they were obviously not here to visit him casually. This Wen Jiancheng had contacted his master Wang Cheng several times, and he knew that the other party must have had some intentions.

"I'll tell the master, you guys wait a moment."

Zhang Shaoyun stood in the middle of the gate, without giving in, and said seriously.

A middle-aged man next to Wen Jiancheng's eyes flashed in his eyes, and he immediately said in a deep voice: "Is there any need to inform me? Do you know our identity? Who do he think he is?"

If it were Zhang Shaoyun from the past, he would have admitted his defeat immediately.

But now he is not afraid, because he knows that he represents his master Wang Cheng and Wu Shengshan of the master, so he is not willing to give in at this moment. He endured the impact of the other party's breath, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and said in a deep voice: "We are not a person, but ordinary people, so we are not qualified to see you, so please come back..."

The middle-aged man was shocked, his feet condensed, and his strength suddenly broke, and he almost couldn't help but take action.

Wen Jiancheng hurriedly waved his hand and stopped him, saying to Zhang Shaoyun who was a little nervous: "Xiao Zhang, this is Colonel Zhang and you are my family. He was joking. We are here to let you tell your master, and then say that Xiaoxin's grandfather is here and congratulate him on winning the championship. Last time your master gave Xiaoxin's book, that girl was fascinated by reading it. Haha, next time Xiaoxin comes, you may be your junior sister."
Chapter completed!