Han Sanqian is actually much younger than the disciples of Yaoshen Pavilion. Even if you can't see Han Sanqian's face, you can judge his general appearance by looking at the skin on his exposed arms and neck.
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At this time, Han Sanqian laughed at their youth, which made them feel extremely funny.
"How dare you utter arrogant words when you are about to die!" the leading disciple shouted coldly with disdain.
"I'll let you kneel down and call us grandpa later." Another disciple also sneered at this time.
The old man in green also had a smile on his face. He had seen those poisons before. There was a sect leader who was no worse than him in cultivation before, but he was still successfully attacked by today's method. In the end, he was poisoned and died in just a quarter of an hour.
"It's still unclear who is about to die." Suddenly, Han Sanqian smiled evilly.
He increased his strength crazily with his left hand and faced the attack of the old man in green with one hand. At the same time, he bit the middle finger of his right hand and when blood came out, he flicked the middle finger towards the four of them.
The four Yaozifu disciples were feeling proud, and they believed that the old man in green had completely restrained Han Sanqian. They did not think that he might suddenly confront him with one hand and attack with the other hand, so they were not well prepared.
The four drops of blood were just right and hit the abdomens of four people.
The four people, who were a little panicked at first, quickly checked their abdomens. When they saw that the clothes on their abdomens were only stained with some blood, they couldn't help but sneer coldly.
"What's wrong? Others have been poisoned by us and their bodies can't bear it. Are you talking about your brain? Hahahaha, damn, are you sick?"
"It's so complicated, you still want to use your poisoned blood to persecute us? Are you stupid? Even if it is really poisonous, so what? We have a fucking antidote. Besides, you sprinkle it on us,
Do you think you can poison us?"
"Looking like a master, in fact, when faced with a dilemma, he is no different from ordinary people. He panics, makes no choice, and does things that are ridiculous."
The four people laughed loudly at each other, and their ridicule was indescribable.
When Mr. Fu in the distance heard this, he laughed with Gou Leg.
"Use your poison? Are you worthy?" Han Sanqian said with a disdainful smile.
With his status as the Poison King, what rubbish is he afraid of reversing yin and yang? In the words of the ginseng baby, these are just adding some seasonings to Han Sanqian's poison. Not only will they not harm him at all, but they will make his poison even more poisonous.
As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples of the Four Medicine Gods were about to laugh again, when suddenly their whole faces suddenly twisted.
There was even more severe pain in the abdomen. When the four people subconsciously looked at their abdomen, their entire faces were ashen.
Where the blood stained the clothes, there was already a hole the size of a fist, and black-red blood was slowly flowing out from the burnt clothes.
Someone moved a little, and a stream of black mucus mixed with what looked like the remains of internal organs rolled directly out of the hole.
"What's going on?" The disciple headed by him had the highest cultivation level and was in the best condition, but his face was pale at this time. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something rolling desperately in his throat, and he couldn't stop it before he could stop it.
Spewed out directly from his mouth.
It was all black blood, and it was flowing out completely uncontrollably, as if someone had turned on the faucet.
"Senior brother, help...save me, I feel so uncomfortable, I..." Before the youngest junior brother could finish his words, his whole body collapsed and fell directly to the ground.
Before he died, his eyes were still staring at Han Sanqian, filled with disbelief.
How could he have thought that the poison he was so proud of was no different from using a sword in front of Han Sanqian.
"It's extremely poisonous!" At this time, the leading disciple fiercely blocked his acupuncture points to stop the violent flow of black blood. At the same time, he reminded his junior brother loudly while crazily stuffing all the poisonous antidotes on his body into his mouth.
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At this time, he no longer cared about the possible serious side effects of taking various antidotes together, he just wanted to save his life.
The other two disciples also quickly followed suit.
These are all kinds of secret antidotes carefully prepared by the master. All the strange poisons in the world are unsolvable. After all, if a disciple of Yaoshen Pavilion is poisoned to death, it is not a human life, but the dignity of a sect.
Especially since Yaoshen Pavilion has just entered the ranks of the three true gods and needs reputation the most.
But in the next second, all three of them were almost equally wide-eyed.
"puff!"
Three people spurted out a mouthful of black blood at the same time!
Black blood filled the sky, like a black blood mist.
"This... this is impossible, this... this is impossible, my master, master usually teaches us how to make and prevent poisons. There is no way you can poison us to death. Who are you?"
The leading disciple looked at Han Sanqian with great reluctance, but it was obvious that he would never get the chance to get the answer. It was not that Han Sanqian was unwilling to speak, but that his life had come to an end.
The three figures, mixed with unwillingness, fear and endless regret for not daring to offend him, fell directly to the ground!
