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The first thousand and twenty-eight chapters

When the eight people heard Zeng Yi's words, they were obviously stunned. After a moment, the old monk said coldly: "Humph! Death is imminent and he is just lingering. Let's take him down together!" The eight people surrounded Zeng Yi.

Yi did not move, but looked at the eight people with a smile!

Seeing that they were about to attack, the old monk suddenly frowned, and then spit out a mouthful of blood! The seven Qiyu people were shocked, "Boss! You..." Before they could finish speaking, the other seven people all turned pale.

green.

"Hahahahahaha! Although I have been poisoned, you can't feel better! Cough...cough cough!" Zeng Yi was seriously poisoned. The poison administered by the eight guys was very powerful. Zeng Yi was so resistant to the poison.

He was so high that he couldn't withstand the poisonous attack, so he quickly sat down cross-legged and worked hard to force out the poison!

The eight people also sat down at the same time and began to use their skills to heal their wounds. Although the situation was serious, Zeng Yi was not worried at all. With his skills behind the eight people and his high poison resistance, he would definitely be able to suppress the poison before the eight people.

! The eight people also understood that it would be bad for them if this continued. The old monk said: "If this continues, we will not be able to compare with this kid. Let us work together as brothers. First, we will heal my wounds and deal with this kid. Then we will help a few brothers."

Brother detoxify!”

"Holy shit! There's such an operation!" Zeng Yi panicked for a moment. He didn't dare to be distracted anymore, and tried his best to suppress the toxins in his physical strength! After about half an hour, the old monk laughed a few times and stood up tremblingly.

, with eight people working together, this old guy has barely suppressed the poison in his physical strength! Fortunately, Zeng Yi is not without gains. Although he failed to suppress the poison in his body, he was able to perform a few moves with the Phantom Yin Finger despite the internal injuries!

The old monk slowly walked up to Zeng Yi and said, "Haha, go to hell, kid!" Then he slapped Zeng Yi with his palm! Zeng Yi, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and smiled at the old monk, with his right hand

A sudden attack was made. Before the old monk could react, Zeng Yi's phantom finger had already passed through his head. The old monk looked at Zeng Yi blankly and fell backwards!

Watching Zeng Yi, he risked his life and launched a move of Phantom Yin Finger. At this time, he was already suffering from internal injuries! But there was no way, this is what he would do if he was injured! After dealing with the poison, the old monk Zeng Yi quickly calmed down and continued to suppress his physical strength.

After half an hour, Zeng Yi finally managed to suppress the toxins in his body! But those seven guys were all trying to suppress the toxins for the old monk, and they had already lost the opportunity.

Standing up tremblingly, Zeng Yi pulled out the Tian Zi knife from behind, "Back then, I was able to snatch the Huan Yin Finger from Chen Kun, and I was tricked by you guys, so you deserved to die!

"Zeng Yi raised the knife from hand to hand and dropped the knife from hand to hand without blinking. He took care of the remaining seven guys in a few strokes. During this period, the seven of them still wanted to struggle, but the poison of the fourth child was not that simple. He had not yet stood up.

When they got up, they all fell down again, unable to resist at all!

Although the eight Chen Kuns were successfully dealt with, Zeng Yi's physical condition was not optimistic. Poisoning and internal injuries would cause great trouble if not treated quickly. Zeng Yi did not leave and sat down on the same spot.

Continue to take drugs to heal the wounds! The small temple on the deserted mountain, the cold moon and the clear breeze, suddenly there is no sound at all.

The eight people's poison was more poisonous than Zeng had expected. He thought that one night, plus the healing medicine in his backpack, would be able to recover, but he didn't expect that even one night could not remove the poison from his body. "

Ma De, this poison is most likely given to eight people by Chen Kun!"

However, a night's hard work was not in vain, and Zeng Yi's medical skills were not in vain. At this time, he already had a clue. Just like an old monk who had entered meditation, he tried his best to force the poison out of the body. It is estimated that it will be eliminated in another hour.

Toxins in the body!

However, God is so ruthless. Half an hour later, at the most critical time for Zeng Yi, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves striking against rocks in the distance. "Fuck! This is going to kill me!"

"Zeng Yi wanted to run away, but now is the critical moment. If he withdraws his attack, he may be poisoned and suffer more serious injuries. He does not dare to move at all! There are two horses galloping in total, and they have arrived.

There was an abrupt stop in front of the temple door, and then there were four knockers on the door, and someone knocked on the door. After a short pause, there were four knockers on the door again. Someone outside the door was heard shouting: "Brother Shangguan, it's me, Qin Laowu."

"Damn it, you're still an accomplice! What the hell are you going to do?" When Zeng Yi was at a loss what to do, he heard a loud bang, and the temple door was violently knocked open. From the sound of the banging, he heard that someone was coming.

His arm strength is not small. As soon as they entered the courtyard, they noticed the smell of blood. One person whispered: "Be careful, the situation has changed. Be prepared for the enemy's plot." The other person shouted loudly: "Good friends, you can hide sneakily.

What kind of hero? Come out and fight me to the death if you have the guts." This man's voice was rough and full of energy. He must be the strong man who pushed the door open. He drank several times, but there was no sound from all around, and said: "The thief has gone early.

It's far away." Another person with a hoarse voice said: "Check around to make sure you don't fall into the enemy's tricks."

The man who called himself Qin Laowu said: "This temple... the eight brothers in the temple are probably in danger. We should be more careful!" Another person stammered: "Brother Qin Wu, let's go back to the temple quickly and report.

...Report...Report to Master." Qin Laowu muttered: "Master told us to send out the invitations as soon as possible and rush to hold the 'Lion Slaying Heroes Meeting' on the Dragon Boat Festival. If something goes wrong, we can't afford to suffer.

."

"This, this is the messenger from Yuanzhen! Damn, we are saved!" Zeng Yi quickly sent a message to the boss Feige, "Boss, where are you? Hurry up, I am seriously injured and am blocked by two disciples of Yuanzhen.

In the small temple!”

"You are insisting on being together, I will be there soon!"

The two people outside had already begun to search the stone trough. At this time, Zeng Yi could only pray not to come to this room, but it backfired. In less than a minute, the door was kicked open, and a bald man walked away.

Come in!

The big man was shocked when he saw the eight corpses in the room. Then he looked at Zeng Yi who was meditating and asked, "Who are you!" The big man pointed his steel knife at Zeng Yi, and he would attack Zeng Yi if he said anything wrong!

"Wait a minute! I am also a disciple of Master Yuanzhen! Yesterday, this place was raided by the Ming Cult. All eight brothers were killed and I was also seriously injured!"

"What! Ming, Mingjiao!" The bald man looked at Zeng Yi doubtfully, and suddenly said: "I, Buddha Tathagata, save all sentient beings."

"Your sister! Here comes the secret code trick again!" Zeng Yi was completely speechless. He already knew that these people had secret codes for their connections, but he didn't know what the next sentence was. How could he answer this? He could only try to delay as much time as possible.

, pretending that the injury recurred, and coughed violently several times!


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