With the cultivation level of the old devil and the translucent man, ordinary poisons cannot affect them at all, and they can completely force the poison out with their internal strength.
But the pills that Peng Zhan popped into their mouths were very strange. They didn't have the peculiar smell or numbness of common poisons. They tasted sweet with a hint of coolness, like watermelon cream lozenges.
Naturally, they would not believe that Peng Zhan would feed something like watermelon cream lozenges into their mouths. Even if there were no strange phenomena, they would feel that things were not simple.
Sure enough, after a while, they felt their stomachs were churning and they had a strong urge to go to the toilet.
But going to the toilet at this time was obviously unrealistic. They used their internal strength to suppress the surging desire to urinate, and then used their cold murderous aura to lock Peng Zhan, who had just fallen to the ground, firmly.
"Little bastard, what did you feed us just now?" the old devil asked with a frosty face.
"Hehe, that thing isn't worth much, so there's no need to be grateful. Just tell me how it tastes!" Peng Zhan shrugged and joked very relaxedly.
The old devil was stunned for a moment. Under the pressure of such a powerful murderous aura, normal people would have been silent for a long time. Those with slightly weaker martial arts would bleed to death from all their orifices.
Peng Zhan was able to mock him calmly. He was a little unclear about Peng Zhan's details. He even doubted whether Peng Zhan was the new generation of tombkeepers.
At the ancient tomb before, because Ye Xiaowu was present, he only glanced at Peng Zhan and ignored him.
In his eyes at that time, Peng Zhan, like most people who rushed to the ancient tomb, was a dead person.
And he has never been in the habit of paying attention to a dead person. If Peng Zhan is really the gravekeeper, it can only be said that he hides it very deeply.
But soon, the old devil rejected the idea that Peng Zhan was the tombkeeper, because he knew that the tombkeeper had always been isolated from the world, how could he be surrounded by so many modern little girls, and even the little girls from Tiandao Palace were Follow him.
"What is your relationship with Tiandao Palace?" the old devil then asked.
"Hey, I don't know about this. I just know that there seems to be a misunderstanding. The people in Tiandao Palace want to get rid of me quickly. Because of Ling'er, I need to choose a time to visit Tiandao Palace to resolve this misunderstanding."
Peng Zhan's answers were all truthful, but the old devil was confused. He couldn't even count on his fingers the number of sects that dared to become mortal enemies of Tiandao Palace.
But he was very familiar with the people of these sects, especially the masters, and it seemed that there was no such person as Peng Zhan.
With Peng Zhan's ability, he would be the best among young people in any sect. Could he be a descendant of the Yin Sect?
But in this peaceful and prosperous age, there is absolutely no possibility for Hidden Sect to show up in the secular world.
"Old devil, why are you talking so much nonsense to him? Can't we just catch him and find the antidote from his hands?" Translucent said anxiously.
The translucent man's name is Zhao Cang, and he is a descendant of the ancient Nanyue King. As for whether he is a descendant of Zhao Tuo, there is no way of knowing, and he does not want to forcefully establish a relationship, because even if he is not a descendant of Zhao Tuo, his status in the South Vietnamese martial arts world He is also a dean-level existence.
It is not an exaggeration to say that Zhao Cang is the Zhang Sanfeng of the Nanyue Kingdom. In fact, his influence on the martial arts of the Nanyue Kingdom is even greater than Zhang Sanfeng's influence on the martial arts of the Long Kingdom.
If it weren't for the temptation of Zhao Tuo's ancient tomb, he wouldn't have lowered his status and did things that only tomb robbers would do.
He originally thought that as long as he revealed his identity, the others would obediently give in.
Unexpectedly, not only did these people not give him any face, but among the hostile forces, there was actually someone whose martial arts skills matched his own.
