"Just guessing will kill us, why?" Gu Fenghua asked.
"If you know after death, you will know the answer. But now, I can't tell you." Zhou Wenjun shook his head and said. This matter is too confidential and must not be allowed to be known to outsiders, even the person who is about to die.
, can’t even say.
"Okay, I understand, you can go and die." Gu Fenghua showed his innocent and gentle smile again.
"Hahahaha, boss, you are right, they were so scared that they actually asked us to die." The tea ceremony master was startled at first, and then, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, he started laughing wildly with his hands in his hands.
.
There are just a few Dharma Saints, the highest of which is only seventh grade, but they actually let an eighth-grade Soul Saint and two eighth-grade Dharma Saints die. Isn’t this the funniest joke in the world? Wouldn’t she?
Counting, I wonder if the strongest among them is one level worse than the weakest on my side?
"Today's young people are less and less aware of how high the sky is and how high it is. Let me let you gain some knowledge before you die." Zhou Wenjun said and walked towards Gu Fenghua. Facing such a low-level opponent,
He didn't even bother to draw his sword.
"Wait a minute, do you feel that the tip of your tongue is a little numb, and your feet are a little shaky?" Gu Fenghua asked calmly.
Zhou Wenjun stopped. Gu Fenghua didn't say that he didn't feel it yet, but now he suddenly realized that the tip of his tongue was a little numb, and his feet were indeed a little fluttery. With his eighth-grade soul saint cultivation, such a situation should never happen.
.He suddenly raised his head and looked at Gu Fenghua, with surprise and some inexplicable uneasiness in his eyes.
"Don't be so surprised. This is just the beginning. In the next step, you will feel numb all over your body, and the speed of the holy energy will become slower and slower..." Gu Fenghua's smile is still so gentle.
, even weak.
The sound was like a lullaby to the ears of Zhou Wenjun and others. An unstoppable numbness quickly spread throughout the body, and even the eyelids began to tremble.
"You poisoned us!" Zhou Wenjun bit the tip of his tongue hard and asked with force. There was deep fear in his trembling voice. This poison is so terrible that even his eighth-grade Soul Saint
No amount of cultivation can resolve it.
"The answer is correct, but there is no reward." Gu Fenghua clapped his hands.
"Impossible, when did you poison me?" Zhou Wenjun looked at Gu Fenghua in disbelief. Although he had been chatting with Gu Fenghua and others, secretly he never let down his guard for a moment. If Gu Fenghua wanted to poison him,
, how could it be hidden from his eyes?
"Hoola!" The little white flower that was still lying on the corpse suddenly jumped up, changing its previously half-cooked appearance. The petals spread out, exuding a crystal luster full of vitality. A tough vine waved all over the sky, sending out
The roaring sound of the wind.
Although it may not be completely immune to the high temperature of magma like the Blue Blood King Orchid, a little boiling water obviously can't hurt it. The reason why it lies down until now is just to cooperate with Gu Fenghua's acting.
"Demon plant!" Zhou Wenjun finally understood that the tacky-looking little white flower that Gu Fenghua inserted in her ear was actually a demon plant. The vine spikes obviously contained highly toxic substances. She just "accidentally"
When the little white flower fell into the tea, it was poisoned.