Zhang Yong now has medicinal poison and his medical skills are strong enough, so he doesn't have to worry at all.
But Liu Shaolong is different.
He also knew that he had been poisoned, but unfortunately he had to escape.
If there is a medicinal poison, Liu Shaolong can still think of a way. Now he has no other choice but to rush back to Longhu Temple as soon as possible.
"Boss, that old Taoist priest is so strong. Is it really okay to let him escape?"
Wang Xiaohu thinks that his current strength is pretty good.
In his eyes, only a master of Zhang Yong's level could pose a threat to him.
Unexpectedly, Wang Xiaohu still had a narrow vision.
Liu Shaolong is also very strong, and he is probably only one step away from being a master.
The battle between masters can be won or lost in just an instant.
He knew that such a powerful enemy could never be let go easily!
"Haha, I guess he will probably die on the way!"
This is what Zhang Yong guessed.
Wang Xiaohu suddenly became energetic, "Let's... go pick up the corpses!"
"Haha, you thought of me being together!"
The Gu kings released by Zhang Yong can all be tracked.
How could he let Liu Shaolong go so easily?
What's more, he has already guessed that there is an expert behind Liu Shaolong.
Zhang Yong doesn't want to make too many strong enemies.
The two took a rest and set off soon.
In the evening, Zhang Yong and Wang Xiaohu found Liu Shaolong's body in a mountain near the national highway.
Liu Shaolong was completely black and still had his last breath.
"You...you...who are you?"
Liu Shaolong has been practicing in the Taoist sect for more than thirty years. He is approaching the level of a master only when he is nearly fifty.
At his level, even his master would be called talented.
He has always been confident, but in the hands of Zhang Yong, he was completely defeated!
He even wanted to run away immediately, but in the end, he still didn't escape the bad luck!
"Haha, people are going to die. What's the use of knowing it? Do you plan to reincarnate to seek revenge on me? However, we can exchange information!"
Zhang Yongcai was too lazy to talk nonsense to Liu Shaolong, "Let me ask you, where are you from?"
"Taomen...Taomen Longhu Temple, the master of the temple Hu Wanzong, Taoist name Wan Taoist..."
"Haha, I am just a farmer with some medical skills..."
"..."
If Liu Shaolong wasn't physically weak, he would definitely jump up and curse.
Zhang Yong is so unkind, he is going to die, and he is still playing tricks.
But there was no other way, and he didn't bother to worry about it.
"I just want to know your voodoo skills..."
"Yes, the person who learned it secretly seems to be some kind of idiot Taoist priest named Hu Daxian, haha!"
Liu Shaolong nodded, Hu Daxian was his junior brother, the son of Wan Daoren.
This piece of trash has indeed lost the treasure of Zongzong. Even if it is only part of it, it still makes Zhang Yong like a fish in water.
"Are you going to be here and watch me die?"
"Yes, I will watch you die, but don't try to lie to me. My medical skills can save you, and I can also know whether you are really dead!"
Opponents like Zhang Yong are not too ruthless and are very shrewd.
Liu Shaolong had no way out, and he didn't want to suffer any more pain, so he bit his tongue and committed suicide.
A few minutes later, Zhang Yong carefully inspected Liu Shaolong.
"...so dead!"
"I'll look around and see if he has any good stuff!"
"Wait a minute, there are worms on him, I'll come!"
Since Wang Xiaohu came to pick up the body, of course he was interested in what Liu Shaolong had on him.
Zhang Yong got the Taoist sword, the green gourd, the fly whisk, etc., they all seemed to be good things.
However, the person who refines the poison, even the corpse, has absolute lethality and should not be touched easily!
Zhang Yong also had to be very careful.
Half an hour later, Zhang Yong finally cleaned up Liu Shaolong's belongings.
Not to mention the various Gu kings in Green Gourd, some have been cultivated for at least ten years, and most have been cultivated for twenty or thirty years.
Medicine Gu is the king of Gu among the kings of Gu. Unfortunately, the ultimate Gu King is not so easy to cultivate.
Liu Shaolong probably planned to keep cultivating medicinal Gu, because it is difficult for a person who heals others to heal himself.
He is a master of poison, so he must be careful of poisoning himself. Medicinal poison is his trump card.
It's a pity that Zhang Yong was given the advantage.
Wang Xiaohu only dared to look for these things after Zhang Yong disinfected them.
He wanted the green gourd, but Zhang Yong did not refuse.
This thing isn't worth much, it's just a nice-looking container.
"Boss, how come you can't understand this...this crappy book?"
"Let me see!"
When Zhang Yong read the book, he thought it was another part of the Gu technique, and he was very happy.
But after reading it for a while, he was slightly surprised.
This is not the art of Gu, but the art of sword control!
The means of Taoist imperial weapons!
A way to use the true energy in the body to accurately control objects!
Liu Shaolong's flying sword skill just now was the low-level state of sword control.
Although sword control is not a rare book, it can only be practiced by a great sect and orthodox successor, probably from Longhu Temple.
This is an only copy, and the words on it are all pre-Qin characters, Xiaozhuan!
If it weren't for the Medicine Master's Manual, Zhang Yong wouldn't be able to understand it.
"Boss, how are you? What is this?" Wang Xiaohu saw Zhang Yong's happy expression and asked hurriedly.
"The art of sword control, it's a pity that you can't control it now. You must at least be a master, or close to the level of a master, and the true energy in your body will be enough!"
"...It's such a pity!"
Wang Xiaohu was eager, and he also knew that Zhang Yong was not the kind of stingy person.
Liu Shaolong's strength has only just reached a low-level level, and his power is so huge that it is naturally not something that ordinary Qi-refining warriors can practice.
"Here are some basic Taoist fists and kicks. Haha, just right. You and I can both practice it!"
Liu Shaolong is worthy of being a successor of the Taoist sect, and he will inherit the genius of Longhu Temple in the future.
He has so many good things, Zhang Yong will never waste them.
The two started practicing nearby.
Zhang Yong first practiced a little bit of boxing and kicking. Taoist boxing and kicking skills are, after all, orthodox martial arts.
These fists and kicks are very important. After all, Zhang Yong's Nine Transformations Mysterious Skills are equivalent to internal skills and mental techniques.
The basic martial arts of external skills are the means to kill the enemy.
Martial arts moves that condense true energy are more powerful ways to kill enemies.
The two complement each other and are indispensable!
Liu Shaolong was able to escape just now, largely because of his agile fists and feet. He could easily climb over a wall several meters high and escape from the Grandmaster's pursuit in a mortal body within ten seconds.
Until late at night, Zhang Yong finally mastered the art of sword control.
This Taoist inheritance is indeed profound and profound.
He felt that this thing must have hundreds of years of history and needed to be practiced to a very high level.
"Boss...how is it?"
Wang Xiaohu was on the side, practicing his fists and kicks in a decent manner.
He used to fight with street gangsters without any rules.
Now he has orthodox martial arts, coupled with his own true energy drive, he is already in the state of a high-level warrior.
Zhang Yong nodded, "Just take a look at my sword control skills."
Liu Shaolong has a total of nine flying swords, but he can only use three at the moment. One full blow can make Zhang Yong retreat.
As for Zhang Yong's personal use of swordsmanship, his control of true energy has entered a new state of training.
First of all, it requires precision, otherwise it will be difficult to control to the point.
Secondly, it requires strong strength, and without enough infuriating energy, it is unable to control external objects.
The last thing is stability. Infuriating energy is not long-lasting. If you kill half of the enemy and exhaust your own infuriating energy, you are obviously seeking death.
I saw Zhang Yong holding his breath and concentrating, and three flying swords suddenly rose up.
Swish, swish, swish!
The light of the sword is like thunder, shining in the night sky.