In order to save Wang Yuyan, Duan Yu decided to become Su Xinghe's disciple.
But at this moment,
Murong Fu and Duan Yanqing, who had escaped early, returned.
Murong Fu didn't say much when he came back. He took out a bottle and gave it to Baotong to smell.
"Young Master?" Bao Dingbu woke up and immediately saluted when he saw it was Murong Fu.
"Here you go, rescue Feng Si, and then bring back Deng Baichuan's body." Murong Fu threw the porcelain bottle in his hand to Bao Bubu, hugged Wang Yuyan and left.
Duan Yanqing also woke up the other three villains.
It turned out that they were members of the Xingxiu Sect who were fleeing. They were encountered by them and were in a bad mood, so these people suffered great misfortune.
After being frightened of being killed, these people knelt down and begged for mercy and handed over the antidote.
The disciples of the Xingxiu Sect have the antidote, which is why everyone else was poisoned and they were fine.
"Wang, Miss Wang..."
When Duan Yu saw Wang Yuyan being taken away, he immediately became anxious and Luck chased her out with a slight step.
"Damn it, the cooked duck flew away."
Su Xinghe couldn't help but cursed.
The best tool man is gone.
Glancing at Zhu Danchen on the ground, Duan Yu is too unreliable.
Su Xinghe said to Kang Guangling beside him: "Go and notify Xue Muhua later to detoxify these Shaolin disciples and Zhu Danchen."
Then he added: "After their poison has been cured, drive them off Leigu Mountain! You can go and catch the escaped Xingxiu Sect disciples."
Although it was a pity to lose Duan Yu as a tool, Su Xinghe didn't care too much.
Duan Yu is actually not easy to use as a tool. Just now, he just asked him to become his disciple because he wanted to be cheap and not take advantage of the bastard.
This Duan Yu is not the honest person he takes for granted, he is very cunning and shameless.
Murong Fu is a villain, but his demeanor is indeed good enough. If you think about your woman being loved all day long, you are generous enough not to bury Duan Yu immediately.
The secret book left by Li Qiu Shui at Langhuan Blessed Land said that practitioners should kill all the members of the Xiaoyao sect. He used self-hypnosis to kill all the Xiaoyao sect. Later, when he saw Xu Zhu, he completely forgot about it.
Su Xinghe asked him to kill an enemy, and he might also persuade Su Xinghe that it was not good to kill people, and that he should put down his butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately.
So I didn’t care much when I left.
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"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" A series of knocks on the door sounded.
"That bastard is so noisy." came a manic voice.
"Master! It's me," Su Xinghe said quickly.
"Didn't I tell you not to disturb me?" Wu Yazi said angrily.
Su Xinghe understood Wu Yazi's attitude very well. The person who revised the "Shenzhao Jing" was not as knowledgeable in martial arts as Wu Yazi, and was probably even more powerful. The research and interpretation during this period of time made Wuyazi very angry, and the hair on his head that was nourished by Beiming's true energy turned white.
"Master! Please take a look." After speaking, Su Xinghe clapped his hands.
Two young deaf-mute disciples walked in, dragging Ding Chunqiu who was like mud.
"This is it?" Wu Yazi couldn't recognize it for a moment.
"Master! Master... Master? Why is this old guy Wu Yazi still alive?" Ding Chunqiu was the first to recognize Wu Yazi's identity.
"Hmm!!!" Wu Yazi's eyes narrowed.
Wu Yazi immediately recognized who the person in front of him was.
"Ding Chunqiu is your traitor!" Wu Yazi's eyes burst out with strong murderous intent.
It was the person in front of him who caused him to become like this.
Thinking about what a proud man Wu Yazi was back then, he was now a paralyzed loser. He had to rely on a rope to pull himself down in order to sit up, and he had to be waited on by others to urinate and urinate. This made him feel deeply insulted. Feeling that if his hatred for Ding Chunqiu hadn't supported him, he would have committed suicide long ago.
"Good! Good! Good! Xinghe did a good job." Wu Yazi glanced at Su Xinghe appreciatively, becoming more and more satisfied with this apprentice.
"Master! Have mercy on me!" Ding Chunqiu quickly begged for mercy. No one is not afraid of death.
"It was because of my softness that I was harmed by you. I won't be soft-hearted anymore." Wu Yazi said angrily.
Wu Yazi blew out a powerful breath from his mouth, hitting Ding Chunqiu right in the face. His face was okay, but the back of his head suddenly exploded, and the wall was sprayed with red and white. It was extremely disgusting. Fortunately, Su Xinghe dodge quickly, otherwise he would have been splashed. Covered in blood.
"Drag him down and throw him into the wild. I want him to be devoured by wild wolves and die without his body intact." Wu Yazi said unknowingly.
Su Xinghe also waved his hands to the two disciples, asking them to follow suit.
Ding Chunqiu used poison to kill people, and most of the poison was corrosive poison. He basically died without a whole body, and it was extremely painful. It was considered karma!
"Xinghe did a good job, you will be the leader of Xiaoyao Sect from now on." After saying that, Wu Yazi threw the Seven Treasure Ring to Su Xinghe.
This Seven Treasures Ring, also known as the Seven Treasures Xiaoyao Immortal Ring, is a token of the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect.
Su Xinghe tried to evade for a while but had no choice but to accept. This was not hypocrisy, but a real lack of interest in this leader.
There are only a few members of the Xiaoyao sect, and each of them has established his own branch. The leader is just a polished commander, which is not interesting.
Wu Yazi has been paralyzed for these years and has been thinking about killing Ding Chunqiu all the time. Now that he has done it, he is naturally happy, but it is meaningless compared to him standing up again.
After Su Xinghe saw that Wu Yazi was immersed in the study of "Shenzhao Jing" again, he left the room alone and stopped disturbing Wu Yazi. It would be good for him to analyze it as soon as possible.
