Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1875: Fighting the Mountain Tiger with Wisdom and Conquering the Mount
  This turned out to be a spiritual beast!
  When he got closer, Zhang Yan could see clearly.

This tiger has a domineering face, but there is a faint diamond-shaped mark on its forehead.

What kind of mythical beast is this? It actually appeared in the Kunlun Mountains.

This Kunlun Mountain is worthy of being called a fairy mountain and a holy land. It is really full of treasures.

"Roar--"

This spiritual beast didn't know what kind of stimulation it was, and it roared again towards the jungle.

Zhang Yan frowned and looked at the place where the tiger was roaring, but didn't find anything strange.

This spiritual beast doesn't roar for no reason. Is there something dirty in the jungle?
  Before Zhang Yan could think about it further, the tiger yelled into the jungle and ran away.

When Zhang Yan ran out after him, he didn't see any shadow at all.

Zhang Yanzheng wondered if it was just the spiritual energy in the mountains that gave birth to the tiger and turned him into a spirit.

Furthermore, Zhang Yan really couldn't think of any other reason to explain this scene.

"Ow—"

From behind Zhang Yan, a mountain tiger jumped out.

Zhang Yan was completely frightened.

Before he could react, he was pressed to the ground by the spiritual beast.

Zhang Yan hurriedly stretched out his palm and hit the tiger in the face.

The mountain tiger was in pain and was slapped against the tree by Zhang Yan.

But he immediately stood up again, staring at Zhang Yan with a pair of brown pupils.

He kept making humming sounds from his mouth.

Zhang Yan showed his God-killing Spear and pointed it directly at Shan Hu.

I didn't expect that this was already at my doorstep, and there would be another fight.

Shanhu spotted Zhang Yan's neck and rushed up, the diamond-shaped mark on his forehead flashed again.

Spiritual beasts cannot be killed easily. Zhang Yan thought of this and took back the God-killing Spear. He might as well take this mountain tiger as a mount. Zhang Yan thought so.

Zhang Yan turned around and jumped into the air. Shan Hu jumped into the air. When he came down again, Zhang Yan was sitting on Shan Hu's body.

"Ow—"

The mountain tiger had a bad temper and let out a long roar, obviously dissatisfied with Zhang Yan sitting on it.

"He really has a violent temper and is hard to control."

Zhang Yan hit the tiger on the forehead again. In an instant, the mountain tiger suddenly became quiet and docile, no longer struggling and roaring.

Zhang Yan smoothed two handfuls of the spirit beast's fur, and it lowered its head as meekly as a kitten.

Zhang Yan left here on his mount.

Zhang Yan changed his mind and decided not to do the dojo and wander around in the air.

Zhang Yan flew all the way and arrived at Jialong Mountain unknowingly.

Spiritual energy surges around Jialong Mountain. Zhang Yan can feel the abundant spiritual energy in this mountain range when he looks down from the air.

There are two water curtain caves in the middle of the mountains, and there are countless exotic flowers and herbs on the cliffs. There are also some herbs that Zhang Yan can't name, which emit a unique fragrance.

A pool of spiritual spring reflects the wonders of the mountains, making it ethereal and unreal.

Zhang Yan traveled around Jialong Mountain and found that it was particularly suitable as a dojo for cultivation.

But he has already built a dojo in Kunlun Mountain.

Zhang Yan thought carefully.

After all, Kunlun Mountain has a lot of troubles, and it often caused trouble when practicing in Kunlun Mountain.

There were only two disputes with members of the Jie Cult. Kunlun Mountain was stained with too much blood, and the spiritual energy was also greatly affected.

Zhang Yan thought over and over again and decided to set up a dojo in Jialong Mountain to be more free and happy.

(End of this chapter)