The blood dyed the ring red.

Then, under the drizzle, it gradually faded and flowed down the edge of the arena.

Mo Fengwu looked at Yan Qingyu with a contempt and said with a smile:

"Old guy, do you think your little trick can be hidden from me in my eyes?"

Yan Qingyu lay on the ring, stared at Mo Fengwu fiercely and roared:

"You, you are arrogant! How dare you attack me? How dare you attack the Eighth-level Medicine Emperor? You..."

“So what?”

In a simple sentence, Mo Fengwu then took a step forward and came to Yan Qingyu. Then, without waiting for him to come back to his senses, he instantly took out a dagger and waved it hard on his palm...

"ah!"

Another scream, accompanied by the splash of blood, Yan Qingyu's half of his palm was instantly cut off by Mo Fengwu.

Everyone in the audience just came back to the gods and was shocked.

Then a temple elder stood up and shouted: "My daughter, don't mess around!"

Someone next to him came back to his senses and immediately agreed: "Yes, Yan Qingyu is the eighth-level medicine emperor, you can't..."

"You can't! Stop your mouth, otherwise you will chop it together!"

The man froze when he heard this, and then his face turned red with anger, but he really didn't dare to say anything again.

But Mo Fengwu didn't even look at the man. Then he continued:

"You are the eighth-level medicine emperor, but are you really breaking through with your own strength?"

Everyone was stunned, and someone in the audience couldn't help asking:

"Master of the Mo family, what does this mean?"

Mo Fengwu looked motionless, and without looking at who the person asked was, she just said: "You claim to be the eighth-level Medicine Emperor, but your strength is at most sixth level. It's not much different from the old people in the Medicine Master Hall...

...Oh, it's wrong. There seems to be a little taller than you...

And to talk about the reason, I think it should be the insects you raised that helped you.

Even your baby skin without a trace of wrinkles is probably the result of raising a gu!"

Yan Qingyu, who was in unbearable pain, suddenly his pupils shrank. He said hideously:

"You're talking nonsense! I'm old..."

"Nonsense? Hehe, maybe. But you'll know if you try it?" As he said that, Mo Fengwu instantly raised his hand, took out a small jar, and then poured three small bottles of strange powder into the small jar one after another.

Yan Qingyu was stunned, and the next second, he screamed in an instant.

"No! You, you..."

While shouting, Yan Qingyu immediately reached out to knock the small can overturn. However, his foot was nailed to the ring with a spear. He had just crawled two steps and could not move.

"You witch! How dare you? You, you..."

Yan Qingyu roared.

But it's too late.

At this moment, his already red and bloody face instantly stirred. Then, his whole body twitched like a spasm. Then, under everyone's surprise, a light red earthworm

The worm like that crawled out of Yan Qingyu's broken palm.

Then he jumped into the small can next to him.

And with the first one, there is the second one, the third one... Finally, when a bright red worm crawled into the small jar, Mo Fengwu instantly took out the lid and completely sealed the small jar.

Everyone was shocked just now.

Then he couldn't help but turn his head and look at Yan Qingyu... At the moment, he was frozen on the spot.

But I saw that Yan Qingyu, the eighth-level medicine emperor who had just had a long hair and a young face, was already in disgrace at this time.
Chapter completed!