Not only Fu Qingtong, but also the many warriors from the Meng and Fu families who were originally guarding the Fangcao Pavilion, fell down one after another like harvested wheat, which looked extremely abrupt.
The soft and charming voice also sounded in Meng Zhao's ears, and he smelled the fragrance of orchid in his nostrils. His mind felt dizzy, and his eyelids seemed to be hung with stones weighing a hundred kilograms, trying hard to close them.
Fortunately, he has a special physique. The purple dragon blood hidden in his strong body boils instantly, and the clouds are steaming and the clouds are glowing. Drop by drop, they gather into a purple dragon, which penetrates his entire body, dispelling a certain mysterious power.
At the same time, his entire skin was illuminated by a purple light, which dispelled the sudden sleepiness.
"Who?"
Meng Zhao bit the tip of his tongue. Under the severe pain, his slightly sluggish thinking returned to normal. His eyes shot out, and the sound of swords and swords sounded in the void.
But deep in his eyes, there is a trace of fear and worry that cannot be erased.
Because as he looked, the people outside the pavilion had almost collapsed, and most of them were snoring like thunder.
The only ones who can still stand and maintain normal mental and thinking functions are Cang Shuyun, Taoist Zhahua, Xue Huaiyong, and an innate warrior guarding Fu Qingtong.
However, what makes Meng Zhao feel sad is that although these four people can still maintain their consciousness, there is a sense of emptiness in their whole bodies, as if they will fall down at any time if a gust of wind blows.
In comparison, it is not as strong as when he came. This is really a strange phenomenon.
When a strong innate martial artist enters the innate realm, he will perform a vitality filling and cleansing of the physical body, which is a leap and sublimation of life.
After infusion, various functions of the human body will be enhanced, such as the activity of the physical body and the functions of the internal organs. Therefore, neither the recovery ability nor the ability to resist toxins can be compared to acquired warriors.
But now, the poison that descended from nowhere seems to be too violent. Even these innate strong men can't resist it, but for some reason, they can't do anything to him.
However, Meng Zhao did not feel any secret joy, because he had no way of knowing who the person who secretly poisoned him was, what kind of power he had, and what he would do to him.
Thinking of this, Meng Zhao wanted to kick Fu Qingtong to death. He came to the appointment because he trusted this boy. He felt that with his family background, the place he chose would be checked in advance to eliminate hidden dangers. Who would have thought that something like this would happen?
Big mistake?
As soon as I saw Di Yu's armor, I gave him a little time, and the rhythm was soaring to the sky. Now there are variables added, and I don't know whether I can pass this level.
"Huh? You can actually resist the power of Zui Chunfeng? It's really not easy!"
The soft and charming voice sounded again, and I don’t know what method was used. I couldn’t hear the distance or the source of the direction at all, and I couldn’t detect its hiding place.
This time, the four great innate warriors who were unparalleled in combat power at their peak could no longer resist the exhaustion coming from the depths of their souls. Their mouths were wide open, their eyes were filled with tears, and they were helpless and unwilling to follow the acquired blood all over the ground.
The warriors fell to the ground together and fell into a deep sleep.
Seeing this scene, Meng Zhao's heart was filled with chills, and so was the others. Cang Shuyun was an innate master of condensing the heart of the sword, and his swordsmanship was extremely terrifying. Even Liang Muqiu was full of praises, and he stopped eating.
What kind of strength does this person have?
Meng Zhao broke into cold sweat and felt that the situation was really at a critical moment. His face turned and his eyes wandered, trying to find out the whereabouts of the person who spoke, but it was all in vain. p>
"Who are you? Now that you have taken control of the current situation, don't you dare to show up and meet me?"
Facing a crisis, he is unwilling to give up, but plans to actively deal with it. As long as he is given a chance to speak, he may survive.
With the sound of a brush, a person was seen floating down from the outer arch of the octagonal pavilion with a graceful manner.
Meng Zhaoqiang took a quick look and his purple eyes shrank, but he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.
Why do you say that?
I saw this person floating down, wearing a gorgeous light red dress, like a noble phoenix descending from the sky.
She has two slender eyebrows, a straight bridge of her nose, rosy pink lips, her skin is as delicate and white as jade balls of mutton fat, and a pair of enchanting red phoenix eyes, which squint with an indescribable charm.
At first glance, she looks like a charming beauty. In terms of beauty, she is not much inferior to Han Luzhuer.
However, if you take a closer look, you can find that this "beauty" has a slightly stocky body, strong limbs, and an extremely tall figure, which can hardly be compared with rare beauties like Liang Muchiu.
The difference is that Liang Muchiu has an extremely hot figure, with bulging front and back, which complements his tall figure.
And this man's chest was flat, even more flat than an airport. Moreover, with Meng Zhao's sharp eyes, even for a moment, he could still see the obvious Adam's apple hidden under his collar.
This should be a relatively feminine man, but his manner and voice are a bit feminine.
Of course, Meng Zhao doesn't care whether the other party is a boy or a girl. He can handle Zhu Guangxi and Eunuch Zhu who are neither boys nor girls, and he is not afraid of such a feminine and enchanting person.
The key is that he is a bit unsure of this person's aura.
On the surface, he looks like a very ordinary ordinary person, who seems to have never practiced even rough boxing and kicking skills.
The steps are heavy, the breathing is short, and the whole person has a raw energy.
However, this is an abnormal phenomenon in itself. How can someone who has never practiced martial arts fall leisurely from the eaves of a two-foot-seven-foot-high pavilion?
If he didn't know martial arts and wasn't a member of the martial arts world, how could he have come up with such amazing means to defeat dozens of people around him, including four innate experts?
Don't worry about whether it's a dirty drugging method, it's easy to do it.
Meng Zhao could not estimate the opponent's strength and was not sure of it, so he had to force out a smile, hold the bronze disc in one hand, and salute with the other, and said,
"My descendant, Meng Zhao, has met an expert. I don't know where I have offended you. Please forgive me. If necessary, Meng Zhao will never talk back."
This feminine man covered his mouth and smiled coquettishly, which was indescribably charming.
"Why, didn't you just clamor for me to come out and meet you?
Now that I have come out and I am standing in front of you, why do you bow your head and admit defeat so quickly? How can you be so heroic and domineering as Mr. Meng?"
Meng Zhao secretly scolded this bastard, but he didn't dare show any disrespect on the outside.
"Just now, I was so anxious that I spoke indiscriminately. I would like to ask the master not to take it to heart.
I am just a little acquired martial artist, how can I dare to be so presumptuous in front of a master like you?
I wonder what price I have to pay for you to raise your hand and put it aside?"
This attitude is low enough.
But Meng Zhao doesn't feel embarrassed either. The dragon can be big or small, can ascend or hide, and he can bend and stretch himself.