The old man on the bamboo chair chuckled lightly, but did not answer, but waved his hand casually, causing the three warriors to retreat.

The three of them dared not be negligent at all. They stood up and took off wisely, held their fists and walked back until they left the courtyard before they turned around and left.

I don’t know when my back was covered in cold sweat.

One of the women turned around and took a look at the courtyard and breathed out.

There are many confusions in your heart when you are respectful.

Although the pharmacology that is unique in the Medicine Buddha Valley is unique, Bulaoge is also a sect that specializes in medicine and poison. The classics in the sect were also hard-working and achieved only after the ancestors worked hard. Although the seventh elder has a strong cultivation level, he has far from exhausting the inheritance of this sect. For some reason, he is so obsessed with the martial arts classics in the Medicine Buddha Valley.

After two years, I didn't give up.

Wouldn't it be better to lose the foundation?

This thought only changed in her mind and had not been studied in depth. As a deacon warrior in the Bu Lao Pavilion, although she had seventh-level cultivation, she had a false guess about the elder's thoughts, which was considered a taboo. If the warrior in the Law Enforcement Hall knew that she would have to lose a layer of skin, withdraw her eyes, use her body skills, and rise up.

It was just a matter of counting breaths and disappeared.

In the courtyard, the tea fragrance lingers.

The old man spread the Chinese medicine book with his hands upside down on his knees, leaned on the bamboo chair and swayed leisurely, and his eyes watched the white clouds gather and disperse in the sky, narrowing slightly.

He bent his right hand and gently tapped on the armrest of the bamboo chair, murmured in his mouth, saying:

“Pharmacist Valley…”

When talking about these three words, his expression changed slightly.

It seems to be secretly hated, seem to be indignant, but it also seems to be gloating, as happy as if it is avenged by great revenge.

I seemed to see the thrilling scenes thirty years ago again.

I saw the middle-aged doctor wearing blue clothes, saw those still clear eyes, and the defeat that made him regretful and jealous again and again, and escaped from his life.

I saw the cold gaze of the altar master.

Three years of suffering from poisonous snakes.

It was raining heavily back then. The elegant doctor in blue frowned and looked at him. After healing his wounds, he left. Before leaving, he sneered and scolded:

"The evil way is not enough to be a fellow traveler!"

"You are not worthy of studying medicine at all..."

"Get out!"

The drooping palms clenched, and the old man's face, whose peaceful face was twisted, suddenly sneered and said:

"Doctor, doctor..."

"Meng Yushu, Meng Yushu, you are the one who loses!"

"Thirty years ago, the 'gift' I left to you before leaving is impossible with your mind. It comes from the "Hundred Explanations of Poisonous People" by Sixiang Pavilion... Now it seems that you have not been able to pass the hurdle in your heart after all, and have fallen into the most despicable evil path."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"It's you who lost!"

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This town is north of the north.

Several warriors carrying swords and swords walked slowly, with a cold and hard expression, and their faces were like stones after snow. They were clear and angular and exuded a urge to be cold. The people in the city knew they could not provoke them, so they all avoided them from afar.

In front of these warriors, it turned out to be like an empty city.

But not far away, you can hear the hustle and bustle of the world.

The leader was a tall man with one eye injured, with a ring-headed sword on his back.

The eyes that left a scar were opened stubbornly, and the somewhat necrotic eyes were white and dull, making people feel furious.

He stood in front of a small courtyard.

Look up and look.

According to the news, there is the last successor of the Medicine Guard. It was also considered a great sect. Although the Medicine Guard destroyed the sect two years ago when the "medicine man" was involved, for these people in the martial arts world, as long as the "medicine man" and "toxic man" have not been involved in themselves, it is not a big deal.

Who cares?!

Not many people care. The world is bustling, all for profit, and all for profit.

What is important is the pharmacology and martial arts secrets inherited from Pharmacist Valley.

In the past two years, for some reason, there have been news of secret treasures everywhere in the world. Although many of them are just groundless and have a dispute, some of them are always real. It is worth taking risks for the sake of inheritance.

The man opened his mouth and let out a breath of white breath.

He raised his right hand and held it on the hilt. The hilt was wrapped several times around it to prevent slipping. The intact left eye glanced from the courtyard. The people he brought had separated and pulled out their weapons. In addition, other warriors came over. One of the old men shouted:

"Isn't this Zhao Daxia?"

"I have been looking back for a long time, and I never thought that I could see Daxia Zhao in this remote place, hahaha..."

The one-eyed dragon frowned slightly, and a vigilant and fearful heart arose in his heart, but he never took action. He just greeted him twice and raised his foot and kicked him hard at the wooden door.

His martial arts skills were not bad, and he was deliberately demonstrating at this time. His kick developed 70% of his internal strength and his power was fierce.

This wooden door is just an ordinary material, how can it withstand it? He heard two sounds of Kara and flew directly into it. The one-eyed man snorted coldly and entered with a knife. The other warriors were not willing to be outdone, either using light skills or entering from the door. The originally narrow courtyard was immediately filled with seven or eight warriors.

Hearing this sound, a man in the courtyard next to him could no longer sit still. He stood up suddenly, raised his hand to hold the sickle next to him, and was about to go out. He took two steps, but several other people pressed on the ground. His father took two steps, grabbed the sickle from his hand, raised his hand and shaved a shave, lowered his voice, and shouted:

"What are you going to do!!"

The man struggled for a while and couldn't get rid of it, saying:

"They are evil people, I have to go and save them..."

"You save me! You're just going to die..."

The young man said with a hard neck:

"If you can't save it, you have to go..."

"That little girl has been here for a month. Isn't my grandma's life saved?"

"I know those are people from the world, but if you beat him, you can only replace one life with another, which is worthy of your ancestors."

"You can't be deaf at this time!"

"Dad, brother, there are enough deaf people in our city. We have been deaf people in the past, but this is the life-saving benefactor, so we can't ignore it!"

And at this time, in the courtyard.

Without speaking, just using eye contact, two warriors stepped forward, took out the ink-colored crossbow from their backs, pulled the mechanism, and mounted five stainless steel crossbow arrows. This characteristic crossbow arrow is enough to instantly pierce a mountain rock about one meter thick. If it weren't for a warrior, it would be difficult to use it. There were two totals, and ten crossbow arrows aimed at this small wooden house.

The crack is exploding.

Ten crossbow arrows penetrated directly through the wooden house and shot into it.

There was a dead silence.

The one-eyed warrior tightened the long sword in his hand, and the air flowed in his body. He slowly approached the wooden house, raised his left hand and gently pressed the wooden door. With the creaking sound, the wooden house slowly opened.

He looked up at the room and had never seen anyone. The warrior breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned again, and looked left and right. When he turned to the right, he suddenly heard the sound of clothes flying in his ears. The hairs behind his neck suddenly stood up. Before he could react, he had already stepped out from the left.

A pain came from his still intact right eye. Even a warrior could not bear such severe pain. He couldn't help but scream. After a few breaths, he staggered out of the door, his steps became unstable, and he lay directly on the ground, twitched for a moment, and lost his rest.

"Xia Zhao?!"

"What's wrong with you, Daxia Zhao?"

The warrior outside the door felt cold in his heart, and he spoke repeatedly. After a few breaths, one person stepped up and turned the man open. He saw that several acupuncture points around his body had been penetrated by silver needles, and there was blood in his right eye. He raised his hand and placed it between his nose, but he had no breath and his face darkened.

However, in just a short time, a good rank eighth-grade master was killed here. Everyone looked solemn and wanted to retreat, but they were unwilling to leave.

At this moment, the face of the warrior who had just raised his hand to turn the one-eyed dragon over suddenly changed drastically, and then he kept silent and fell to the ground. He twitched for several times, and his palm was even more blue and purple.

With a clamor, the fierce warrior who had just taken a few steps back suddenly, his face turned pale, and one of the old men shouted:

"It's that female devil!"

"She poisons! Dear fellows, be careful!"

While there was a noise in the yard, a hundred meters away from here, a warrior in the Bulao Pavilion in blue stood on the eaves and took out a piece of thick incense from his arms. His fingers were only a twig of incense on the head of the incense and ignited it directly, and a strange fragrance rose up, which gradually drifted away with the wind.

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Wang Anfeng stepped into the wooden house.

There was a man lodged on the bed, with a short figure, wide eyes wide open, a sword wound on his heart, and a sharp bone-clearing knife in his left hand, and his palm was still grasping the drawer in the room. It seemed that he was looking for something, but someone took advantage of the situation and killed him with a sword in his heart.

Seeing that the deceased was not Chuan Lian or Meng Yuexue, Wang Anfeng felt relieved and then a little calmer-

The scenes that happened in front of us, whether it was the warrior ambushing in the courtyard or the man who died in the house and was smashing things, it was undoubtedly obvious that Chuan Lian and the others were in danger at this time.

I don't know where these warriors got the news.

Since they fought each other, they probably did not come from the Bu Lao Pavilion... and judging from the martial arts that he used well, they were not martial arts like medicine and poison.

Could it be that a martial artist in the world?

Wang Anfeng frowned slightly, feeling that the matter was almost messy and full of fog. He turned around and walked out quickly, but the young man holding the sword had disappeared. He must have seen the young man in a hurry to enter and took the courage to escape.

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth, turned around and looked at the two five-foot men embedded in the wall.

He was particularly rational in his anger just now. In addition, these two warriors, who were also quite bad, were only seriously injured and unconscious at this time and did not die. However, waking up from this coma requires some time to apply needles and exercise the exercises. The situation in front of him is obviously extremely critical, and the most lacking is time.

Wang Anfeng felt a little restless for a moment.

Just because he came suddenly, he had no idea about this matter. At this time, he lacked intelligence and was difficult to make a judgment. He was almost blind. While he was considering whether to use more rough methods, his eyes suddenly fell on the dark-patterned sack on his waist, and his expression changed slightly.

Then he thought of what Tan Yurou said to him when he left today.

"If the young hero encounters some difficulties during this trip, he might as well open the tips and take a look."

Thinking of the girl's methods, Wang Anfeng was sure of his heart. He took off the brocade bag from his waist and gently opened it. There was a porcelain bottle and a note. Wang Anfeng unfolded the note, raised his eyes and glanced over, his expression was slightly stunned, and then he calmed down in an instant.

“That’s right!”
Chapter completed!