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A tiger more than ten feet long instantly leaped out of the tiger's roar.    

    

Roar!    

    

The translucent tiger bared its fangs and brandished its claws, roaring continuously!    

    

Spirit Tiger!    

    

A spirit beast condensed from spirit energy by a grandmaster painter!    

    

Only a grandmaster painter who had reached the Qi Condensation stage could draw a spirit beast like this tiger.    

    

Don't underestimate this tiger. Its strength was not low, at least at the Demon King level.    

    

"Hiss!"    

    

No matter if it was the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect or the Luomei Sect, all of them took a deep breath.    

    

Especially the disciples of the Luomei Sect. They knew Zheng Ziwang like the back of their hand.    

    

This Zheng Ziwang didn't know how to draw, but even so, he could use his spiritual energy to activate the Demon King level Spirit Tiger!    

    

Rather than saying that Zheng Ziwang was powerful, It's better to say this Tiger Forest Picture is scary!    

    

To be able to make an ordinary Martial Cultivator directly summon the spirit beast within the painting, one could imagine the extent of this Tiger Roar Forest Picture.    

    

"Ji Zizai, this is not a competition at all. By relying on the work of a grandmaster, don't you think that victory is unfair?"    

    

Hua Nichang was furious and glared at Ji Zizai.    

    

"Hahaha, Sect Master Hua, you are wrong. Who stipulates that competing in the art of painting must be done on the spot? If you think that our Luomei Sect won unfairly, you can use the works of our ancestors to compete with us?"    

    

When Ji Zizai heard this, he couldn't stop laughing. His expression showed that he didn't know what to do with Ji Zizai.    

    

"You..."    

    

Hua Nichang immediately became anxious.    

    

Roar!    

    

Just as the two of them were talking, the Spirit Tiger had already roared and pounced towards Ye Meng.    

    

The Spirit Tiger had a mind of its own, so it naturally knew that this little brat in front of it was its opponent.    

    

Therefore, it didn't pay any attention to the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect and Luomei Sect. Instead, it focused its attention on Ye Meng.    

    

"Eldest Martial Brother, be careful!"    

    

"Despicable Luomei Sect, don't you feel ashamed by relying on the works of your ancestors?"    

    

"Even if you win this match, we won't accept it!"    

    

"I wonder if Eldest Martial Brother can block the attack of this spirit beast!"    

    

When the surrounding Hundred Flowers Sect disciples saw the Spirit Tiger roaring and lunging at Ye Meng, all of them cried out in alarm.    

    

How could a Demon King level Spirit Tiger defend against it?    

    

If Ye Meng used any other means, even if he defeated this Spirit Tiger, he would undoubtedly lose.    

    

After all, this was a competition of the Dao of Painting. Although the Luomei Sect's actions were despicable, they did not break the rules of the Dao of Painting competition.    

    

"Little kitty, come to this baby's bowl!"    

    

Ye Meng, on the other hand, was not afraid. He smiled and waved at the Spirit Tiger.    

    

Roar!    

    

The Spirit Tiger suddenly jumped up and threw itself at Ye Meng.    

    

If this pounce were to hit, even a Subtle realm expert would probably be seriously injured.    

    

Everyone in the Hundred Flowers Sect had anxious expressions on their faces.    

    

Seeing that the Spirit Tiger was about to fall, Ye Meng still did not dodge.    

    

Boom!    

    

The Spirit Tiger violently fell. A sharp sound of air being torn apart suddenly exploded.    

    

Many female disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect couldn't bear to see it anymore, so they closed their eyes.    

    

All of a sudden, Ye Meng stretched out his hand.    

    

In the next moment, the Spirit Tiger fell into Ye Meng's hand.    

    

Ha!    

    

The Spirit Tiger, which was over ten meters long and weighed at least a million kilograms, was held high in Ye Meng's hand.    

    

It was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws in the air, roaring continuously, but it was still unable to catch Ye Meng.    

    

"What!?"    

    

Ji Zizai's eyes instantly widened, and his heart skipped a beat.    

    

A Demon King level Spirit Tiger was thrown with all its strength, and even a Spiritual Movement Realm warrior like him didn't dare to receive it with his bare hands.    

    

However, this child in front of him had easily neutralized the impact of a million jin, and didn't even shake his body.