"What, Zhixian, are you poisoned?" Saint Qianqiu asked with great concern when she heard this. Then she tapped Fan Zhixian's pulse with her finger. After a while, she turned back and said angrily: "What is it?" poison!"
Seeing Saint Qianqiu being so angry, Hong San suddenly felt chills running down his spine, almost suffocating his breath, and couldn't help but beg for mercy. Finally, he gritted his teeth for a long time before recovering, and said with a gloomy smile: "The reputation of the Saint of Qianqiu is indeed well-deserved. It's a pity that the old man's eyes are dim and his ears can't work. Hahahaha!" She smiled unscrupulously, and the Saint of Qianqiu frowned. The brow was silent beside him.
Saint Qianqiu just used a move called Soul Lead. It is exactly the same as the trick used to catch the old lady of Tiechuan Mountain. It is the top method among the Nian Zi Jue. She didn't expect that Hong San was so good that he could resist the soul-inducing method. Just now, she had found out that Fanzhixian was poisoned, but she had no clue whether it could be broken. If Yao Lao was here, she couldn't say what happened. Method. However, Hong San said that Fan Zhixian only had three days. For a moment, Saint Qianqiu was so distraught that she didn't know what to do.
Fan Zhixian, who was standing next to him, smiled slightly and said, "The Fan family will never bow to evil spirits. Hong San, you have chosen the wrong target. Besides, do you know why I am called Zhixian?"
Hong San was a little disapproving: "I have seen many people in this world who keep saying they are not afraid of death, but in the end they were never afraid of death and turned into not wanting to die. Baby, not everyone can handle the old man's poison. When the poison takes effect, , but gods are hard to save, so let’s discuss and let me go. I’m in trouble this time. As long as you let me go, I will never come to the imperial capital again in my lifetime, how about that?”
Fan Zhixian ignored Hong San's words at all and continued: "Your Hong family are all masters of using poison. Haven't you ever heard of certain people not to be messed with?"
Hong San curled his lips after hearing this: "Little baby, everyone can talk big words, but you only have one life, so don't be brave."
"I am born with strong strength - Yaowang Pulse."
Hong San felt something bad at this time: "You are the Medicine King Vein that is invulnerable to all poisons! Impossible! There is no way there is such a person in this world!" Hong San seemed to remember something very terrible, and shouted hysterically
"Nothing is impossible in this world. I heard that you have been using poison to nourish your body since you were young. The Hong family said that you are the most poisonous poison." Fan Zhixian said as he reached out and took out a delicate hand from his sleeve pocket. After speaking, he held the index finger of his left hand that had cut him with the dagger in his right hand, and then a drop of bright red blood dripped down Fan Zhixian's left hand and onto Hong San's arm, and Hong San's arm immediately dripped into it. Then Hong San showed pain on his face, veins popped out, and then he opened his mouth and vomited out a large amount of black and red blood.
"Your exclusive poison is very powerful, but it is easy for me to dissolve it. Hong San, your life is over."
At this time, the black and white elders and Feng Wuhen in the high pavilion were watching everything happening in the hall with great interest. Hearing that Fan Zhixian himself admitted the Yaowang Pulse, Feng Wuhen said with some surprise: "Yaowang Pulse" The pulse is an amazing body vein, I didn’t expect that there is such a strange person in the state religion, hasn’t Mu Lao been looking for this kind of strange body vein?”
Xiaoyaozi said thoughtfully: "This medicine king pulse is also known as the holy medicine of human form. I heard that a mouthful of flesh and blood can bring the dead back to life. I don't know if this little girl saves the day from danger this time, or will increase the trouble in the future."
Zhen Shifang nodded and said: "Qianqiu doesn't seem to know that his disciple is still Yaowangmai. But after all these years, the old bastard and I have not received any well-qualified disciples. Old madman, you have been living in Kunlun for so many years. The sect was established at the beginning of the mountain, and it must have received many good seedlings."
Feng Wuhen shook his head with a wry smile: "There are a few seedlings, but if we talk about picking immortals in the world, they are not worthy. I heard that after the immortal master returned from the northwest, he was valued by the Nine Dragons Soul Chasing Gun. It would be better if he could enter the secret realm of picking immortals. It’s rare.”
The black and white elders looked at each other, and Xiaoyaozi said hesitantly: "There is something you may not know yet. The old man and I taught the Immortal Master for three years, and found that the Immortal Master's inner strength method was strange and abnormal, and every time he practiced it to the extreme, his body There is actually a colorful glow. It seems..."
"The colorful rays of light? This is a very interesting internal skill. The colorful rays of light, is that... legend?" After Feng Wuhen finished speaking, he closed his mouth tightly and did not dare to say any more.
Zhen Shifang shook his head: "I don't know, maybe it's just a coincidence."
"How can there be so many coincidences in the world? Since the Immortal Lord can ascend the throne, he must be a person with great luck. Which of the previous Immortal Lords has a simple role?"
"By the way, old madman, do you have any news about Jun Mochou?" Xiaoyaozi suddenly asked Feng Wuhen again
When Feng Wuhen heard Jun Mochou's name, he closed his eyes sadly: "In the past few years, I have sent people to search for the places where he lives in rumors in the world. I have no clue. I don't know whether he is still alive. If you can't find him, what will happen to you next?
Zhen Shifang and Xiaoyaozi looked at each other, both of them silent.
In the Palace of the Saint, Hong San had already been taken away. Everyone had no objections to the first competition. Immediately afterwards, the deacon who had distributed silk scarves walked up to the stage and cast his hands on the heroes below. Yili: "Now let's move on to the second competition: the trial road."
"Everyone has the silk scarf I just got. There are a lot of martial arts secrets on the scarf. They belong to different sects. Let's compete. Please use the martial arts secrets on your scarf. Let’s compete in a trial, and the final winner will be determined in the second trial.”
As soon as the deacon finished speaking, there were voices of controversy below.
"How is it possible? Martial arts cannot be achieved overnight. It has only been a few hours, and it is impossible to achieve it."
"Don't talk about the moves, it's good to see them all in such a short time. This competition in the Holy Maiden's Palace is a bit difficult!"
"There are many methods on this scarf that are not fighting methods. If you only get the methods of body skills and internal strength cultivation, wouldn't you definitely lose!"
There was a lot of discussion in the audience. The deacon looked at the Saint Qianqiu with a wry smile. The Saint nodded to her. Then she turned back and took a deep breath: "Quiet!"
This sound had a clanging sound of metal, covering all other sounds for a while.
"Saints of the state religion have always been extremely talented. When Saint Qianqiu entered the state religion at the age of thirteen, she learned the two martial arts of her sect in the time of three sticks of incense. The next competition will only focus on moves, not mental methods. In addition, this The deacon emphasized again that saints have always been blessed with great luck. Those who have obtained body skills and internal skills can only be considered to be very unlucky. Even if they pass this time, they will not be destined to become a saint in the end. "
The deacon said, look at the following: "If there are still objections, you can withdraw now. If not, please go to the martial arts platform now."
At this time, Changsun Wufang looked at the silk scarf in his hand that recorded the "Water Waves Follow the Flow" movement technique and smiled bitterly, and said to the people around him: "It seems that I am no longer lucky? This movement technique is just a matter of practice. There is no ultimate move to win the competition, forget it, just join in the fun today."
Wu Qi next to him curled his lips: "What's so cool about the state religion? Look at the people here pretending to be like big-tailed wolves. If you stay here for a long time, Old Five, you will definitely be led astray. Besides, Come on, if Third Master Uncle and Fourth Master Uncle know that we left you here, they won't skin us when we get back."
Zhuo Bufan also smiled and said: "We are just here to watch the ceremony. Since you are not interested in competing for the position of the saint, just join in the fun... Fourth, you..."
When everyone had already thought that the state religion election was irrelevant to everyone in Tianjimen, Ye Qingcheng took out a white silk scarf from her body. This move also stunned Zhuo Bufan.
Ye Qingcheng also looked at the scarf in disbelief and said nothing. Changsun Wufang got the scarf and said, "Fourth Senior Sister, when did you get this square scarf? Why do I have no memory at all? What? This scarf says "Drunk Fire and Flying Flowers"!"
Zhuo Bufan also took the silk scarf into his hand and looked at it carefully for a long time. He frowned and said, "Fourth, what's going on?"
Ye Qingcheng looked at Zhuo Bufan with some confusion: "I don't know, master taught me this square silk scarf before leaving. I saw the method of "Drunk Fire and Flying Flowers" written on it. I thought master had developed another method. It's a move, but it's the same as what I learned. Master said at the time that it would be of great use if you wear it."
"Senior brother gave it to you?" Zhuo Bufan frowned and thought for a long time while holding the silk scarf before returning it to Ye Qingcheng: "Fourth brother, you can take care of yourself."
Ye Qingcheng took a look at the silk scarf, hesitated for a while and walked out with the sword in hand.
The deacon happened to be looking this way and saw Ye Qingcheng walking over. An uncontrollable smile finally appeared on his face. Before Ye Qingcheng came closer, he reached out and took the silk scarf from her hand. But see the four big characters "Drunken Fire and Flying Flowers" written above.
The smile on the deacon's face became even wider, he leaned forward and said, "Thank you, Miss Ye, please."
Ye Qingcheng turned around and looked at the others. For some reason, he felt inexplicably sad. He bowed to several people from a distance, then turned around and walked into the competition stage.
Ye Qingcheng had a green veil on his face when he went out, but Yashan Ye Qingcheng was well-known in the world. Many people couldn't help but look at Ye Qingcheng when they saw Ye Qingcheng walking to the competition stage. But after all, women are participating in this saint election, and most of them have dagger-like eyes.
The rules of the competition arena have always been about life and death, but because this is an election, if there are any casualties, you will be immediately disqualified.
There were only about one-third of the people in the second competition. Except for those who were eliminated, most of them were people who felt that they could not get the results on the scarf in a short time. Anyway, there was still the last round of competition, so there was no need to worry about it. This is a losing battle because he is injured, so the gain outweighs the loss.
When the deacon saw that the invitees were almost on the stage, he reached out and took out an incense stick. The head of the incense had been lit, and the green smoke was slowly rising.
