In the past, I only knew that the Jindan Sect was good at medicine, but I didn't expect that it could be so powerful in using poison. No matter how downcast the Gongxi clan is, they are still one of the ancient aristocratic families with extraordinary strength. The people of the Gongxi clan practice physical strength and their willpower is even more unparalleled.
She was better than ordinary people, but she was so poisoned by Ling Chuxi, and she didn't know how powerful her poison was? Duan Feiyu looked at Ling Chuxi with a little more curiosity.
"I didn't force them, they voluntarily taught me blacksmithing skills, and it's not a powerful poison. Even if there is no antidote, it will resolve itself in three days at most. If you don't believe me, ask them." Ling Chuxi noticed Duan Feiyu
His eyes may have misunderstood his meaning, so he tried to conceal his meaning and explained. This matter is related to the reputation of Jindan Sect, so you should not be careless.
"Sir, you did not force us. It was me who volunteered to teach you the art of forging." Gong Xi Kuangdao echoed angrily, feeling almost depressed: You didn't force us, but if it weren't for the poison,
Will I volunteer to teach you the blacksmithing technique? I don’t know if the poison can resolve itself in three days at most. Anyway, if anyone can survive three hours, I, the ancestor of Gong Xi Kuang Dao, will not want to take his surname.
"Shameless, so shameless, she can actually say such shameless words." Lan Xinyu and others have already seen the power of Ling Chuxi's poison, which is simply worse than life, so they completely understand Gong Xi's crazy sword.
mood at the time.
Even classmate Xiao Hong popped his head out of Ling Chuxi's pocket and glanced at Gong Xi Kuangdao with pity. He had also suffered from Ling Chuxi's poison, and even his Demon Emperor's physique was poisoned.
He was half-dead, not to mention Gong Xi Kuang Dao. Looking at Gong Xi Kuang Dao's aggrieved eyes, he actually felt a sense of sympathy for each other in his heart.
"Well, I understand, I understand." Duan Feiyu wiped his cold sweat. Poor Gong Xi Kuangdao even said such a thing against his will, which shows how miserable he was after being poisoned. Ling Chuxi, this guy, really has enough
Shameless. Look how righteous and awe-inspiring the words were. Thinking of Lingchu before
What Xi said: In fact, these people are reasonable and easy to persuade. As long as Xiaozhi uses reason to move his emotions, they will take the initiative to help without opening his mouth. Duan Feiyu broke out in cold sweat. One thing is absolutely true,
Don’t become Ling Chuxi’s enemy, ever.
"Okay, let's go." Ling Chuxi looked at everyone's expressions and knew that her three hundred taels of silver had no effect, so she didn't bother to explain and jumped on the carriage.
Everyone got on their carriages and headed towards the Qianzhong Mountains with high spirits.
…
Somewhere in the sect's holy land, in a beautifully decorated yet elegant room, an unusually fat middle-aged man stood upright with a serious look on his face. He was Jin Buhuan of Fengyan Club.
At this time, Jin Buhuan no longer had the majesty of being a deacon of the Fengyan Society. Instead, he looked like a student listening to his teacher's teachings. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, dripping down the tip of his nose and onto his protruding belly.
I dare not reach out and wipe it.
A young man who looked to be in his early twenties was sitting on a red sandalwood chair, his eyes glancing over Jin Buhuan's face from time to time.
At first glance, this man's appearance seems to be very ordinary, but if you look closely, you will find that his facial features are as precise as if they were measured with a ruler. The more you look at him, the more fascinating it becomes.