Zuo Mengdao moved very quickly. As soon as Zhao Feng ended the call, he returned to the room with a large-capacity storage wristband.
"Mr. Zhao, please see, here are the materials needed by various poison masters that have been accumulated and stored in the warehouse of the Martial Palace over the years."
As Zuo Mengdao said, he poured out all the contents of the storage bracelet. This room of hundreds of square meters was almost filled with all kinds of materials.
Zhao Feng looked at Zuo Mengdao very strangely, and Zuo Mengdao knew this well: "Master Zhao, you must feel that there is too little material here. It's no wonder that for thousands of years, people who are willing to become poison masters have
There are fewer and fewer warriors, and all the materials that can be used for other purposes are basically sold at low prices. These materials have been placed for many years without anyone paying attention."
"Moreover, there are many materials that have become a pile of waste due to improper preservation, and even more are being thrown away!"
Zhao Feng figured out the reason and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, thinking to himself: "This poison master is not a career with a bright future!"
While Zhao Feng was thinking about it, Zuo Mengdao said: "Because poison masters grow slowly and the process is too dangerous, the status of poison masters has been rising. Many famous poison masters have surpassed alchemists and pharmacists in status."
"Is there such a thing?" Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment.
Zuo Mengdao shook his head, with a strange smile: "If you have a chance, Mr. Zhao will understand the reason after meeting Senior Brother Zuo."
Zhao Feng suddenly remembered that the Martial Arts Palace was recruiting poison masters, but no one came to apply.
"Is Hall Master Zuo's senior brother recruiting poison masters?"
"Recruiting poison masters is the intention of the Martial Arts Palace, but Senior Brother Zuo is responsible for it. The entire Martial Arts Palace spans twelve planes, and there are only a handful of poison masters under his command!"
"So few?" Zhao Feng was shocked.
"There are not many real poison masters, but there are quite a few half-baked poison masters who pretend to be poisoners. Especially in recent years, the phenomenon of poisoning with hidden weapons has emerged, which has led many warriors to secretly ponder poison recipes and production methods."
Zhao Feng roughly understood the current situation of the poison master and did not want to continue to dwell on the matter: "Hall Master Zuo, I want to go find a friend, let's say goodbye!"
Zuo Mengdao was a warm-hearted person. When he heard that Zhao Feng was going to find his friend, he asked: "Where is Mr. Zhao's friend? If it is the Martial Palace, Zuo can help!"
Zhao Feng originally planned to refuse, but the Tianyuan Holy World controlled by Wudou Palace has too many ghosts and secrets, and it really needs the help of an insider.
"Thank you so much, Hall Master Zuo, my friend is fighting on the thousandth floor!"
"Fight?" Zuo Mengdao was a little surprised: "Master Zhao, in the entire Wansheng Restaurant, there is only one place above the thousandth floor, but it is a real place where fish and dragons are mixed, and even the Martial Arts Palace can't get involved!"
"Oh, then I'm going to see it too!" Zhao Feng was not worried at all, but rather looked forward to going up there early to see it.
"Mr. Zhao, there are a lot of liars, thieves and thieves in that place. The people who control it are some self-contained gangs. In fact, these gangs are controlled by the Holy Spirit Tribe, the Elf Tribe and other upper-level tribes. In order to balance the situation, the Martial Arts Palace
Because of the relationship with various major clans, the place is lent out. This is not just the case at Wansheng Restaurant, but also at other places!"
Zuo Mengdao did not tell Zhao Feng all the actual situation. In fact, it was because of the strategic needs of Wudou Palace. Most of the relationships between Wudou Palace and various sects and tribes were good. Of course, no force dared to take the initiative to ask for a fight.
Trouble in the palace.
Zhao Feng followed Zuo Mengdao to the thousandth floor quickly. As soon as they entered the door, the two knew that something was wrong. All the warriors who came here, regardless of their strength, were all concentrated in one place.
"Manager Lin, what happened?" Zuo Mengdao quickly found the head of the Wudou Palace who was responsible for maintaining order here and asked about the situation.
"It turns out to be Hall Master Zuo. Your boss is here. I've seen a lot of excitement today. I don't know which gang has caused trouble. Anyway, people from all gangs have been dispatched. Lin Mou thinks that it won't be long before Boss Fang also comes.
It’s time to show up.”
"What Manager Lin is talking about is Fang Xiaotian who is responsible for running errands for the Holy Spirit Clan?"
"This is the person," Manager Lin approached Hall Master Zuo and whispered: "The cause of the matter is no longer important. I just got the news that Fang Xiaotian's nephew has fallen in love with a girl. It turns out that the girl seems to have a good background. Fang Xiaotian
It’s a wax ride this time!”
When Zuo Mengdao heard this, he cupped his hands and said, "I'll thank Lin for taking care of things. Zuo has something else to do! Take your leave!"
Before Zuo Mengdao left, he handed Steward Lin a small porcelain vase, and Steward Lin immediately beamed with joy.
Zhao Feng saw this in his eyes and understood one thing: "The master of the Zuo Hall is the master of the Hundred Medicine Hall, and the elixir he refines must be extremely effective."
Zhao Feng was walking with Zuo Mengdao, when suddenly the new page of the Seven Mysterious Poison Sutra that he had put into his body revealed its contents.
"To become a poison master, you must first become a qualified pharmacist. Only those who are successful in medicine can practice poison skills! If you want to practice the Seven Mysterious Poison Sutra, you must first practice the Nine Spirits Sacred Scripture!"
Zhao Feng thought for a moment and then felt relieved. As a warrior, he didn't understand the properties of medicines. If he blindly mastered toxic medicines, he would most likely poison himself to death first.
The exercises at the beginning of the Seven Mysterious Poison Sutra are actually designed to increase the resistance of the cultivating warriors to poisons. The medical scripture corresponding to the Seven Mysterious Poison Sutra is called the Nine Spirits Sacred Scripture. Unfortunately, the Nine Spirits Sacred Scripture has been lost long ago. Who can
Never heard of it either.
"Currently, I have mastered four pages of the Seven Mysterious Poison Scriptures, and there are still three pages whose whereabouts are unknown, and the Nine Spirits Sacred Scripture has no clue. It seems that the Poison Master is in no hurry!"
Zhao Feng lowered his head and followed Zuo Mengdao. As he was walking, he suddenly heard someone screaming in front of him.
"ah!"
In the center of the crowd, a man dressed as a young prince was covering the wound on a broken leg. His face was pale, his whole body was shaking, and he cursed viciously at a woman in white:
"You, you little bitch, I will sell you to Xichun Court sooner or later and make you a useless commodity!"
"Really?" Faced with the man's curse, the woman in white sneered. A cold light flashed in her hand, and a sword light flew towards the man. Seeing that the man was about to lose his head, a yellow light suddenly appeared, blocking the woman in white from uttering
The sword light.
"Uncle, help me, my nephew's leg was cut off by this vicious girl!"
Fang Xiaotian had already known that someone was causing trouble on his property. He thought that this matter would not be mentioned, but he did not expect that within a quarter of an hour, things took a turn for the worse and his nephew became a useless person.
"Master, we must be cautious about this matter. This girl has bad intentions. We cannot be careless."
Fang Xiaotian, who was wearing a red warrior robe, was accompanied by a middle-aged man holding a folding fan and wearing a blue scholar's robe. This man was handsome, very elegant, and quite talented.
"Master, this matter has reached this stage and I have no choice but to step forward. If things get difficult later, you have to make a decisive decision!"
"Master, please don't worry, students understand!"