The dense forest path, the power of divine suppression, enveloped the carriage, and for a moment, the entire carriage was still.

Mo Yunqian felt stiff all over, imprisoned by a vast force, up and down her body, she couldn't even move a finger, she could only look at Jiang Daoming in horror with a pair of eyes.

Jiang Daoming entered the carriage, a handsome young man with long hair and a shawl, wearing a white robe, and his face was pale, it was Yang Xuanming.

Yang Xuanming was also imprisoned, and he could only watch the people coming.

It's too terrifying, this breath is definitely an eighth-layer martial artist, I'm afraid that only my father can compare with it.

Yang Xuanming had never seen his father make a move, and the strongest person he had seen temporarily in his life was his father at the peak of the eighth layer, Yang Xuantian, the deputy leader of the martial arts alliance.

Jiang Daoming pressed his right palm, and the dragon elephant's true qi submerged into his body.

There is a highly poisonous force in Yang Xuanming's body, and the poison has spread to the whole body, and the true qi in his body is entangled with the poison, and it is already somewhat uncontrollable.

What surprised him was that in Yang Xuanming's true qi, there was actually a pure and peaceful Taoist aura, and it was precisely because of this Taoist aura that he could suppress the poison.

The dragon elephant true qi entered the body, releasing the power of divine suppression, and the poison that spread to the whole body quickly contracted, and was pressed into a ball by the dragon elephant true qi.

Jiang Daoming frowned, this poison is good, but for him, it can be easily forced out.

It's just that now that he is forced out, Yang Xuanming has no reason to go to the Tianshan Poison King.

Thinking of this, he withdrew his hand, leaving only a trace of the dragon elephant true qi to help suppress the poison.

After doing this, Jiang Daoming left the carriage and returned to his previous position.

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The power of divine suppression dissipated, and the horses fell as if nothing had happened.

"Brother Ming. ”

Mo Yunqian grabbed the reins, exclaimed, and hurriedly rushed into the carriage.

Inside the carriage, the poison was suppressed, Yang Xuanming's pale complexion gradually became a little more ruddy, and his breath was no longer weak.

"Qian'er, I'm fine. Yang Xuanming hurriedly hugged Mo Yunqian and said, "That senior just now helped me suppress the poison, I'll go out first to thank you." ”

"Good, good. Mo Yunqian's expression was overjoyed, and the poison was suppressed

Lifting the curtain of the carriage, Mo Yunqian helped Yang Xuanming and walked out of the carriage.

Outside the carriage, Jiang Daoming and the three of them stood leisurely, looking at the little couple indifferently.

"Thank you seniors for helping you suppress toxicity. Yang Xuanming arched his hand and said: "Under Yang Xuanming, dare to ask the names of the three seniors, and they will definitely be rewarded in the future." ”

Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "One drink, help you once, two clear." ”

"Senior ......"

Yang Xuanming was stunned, he naturally knew what was happening outside.

Just because of a meal, I helped myself, how can there be such a good thing

He knew that the eighth-layer martial artist was not something that ordinary money and mundane things could touch.

Could it be ......

He thought of a possibility that these three people were sent by his father

As the deputy leader of the martial arts alliance, my father is still in my father's sphere of influence, so I am afraid that my father already knows his current situation.

If there were no accidents, he estimated that he would not be able to hold out to the Medicine King Valley, so his father sent someone to help him suppress the poison so that he could persist in arriving at it.

If that's the case, then it makes sense.

Jiang Daoming said lightly: "Your poison, the master of the hall can force it out, but the young man's affairs, the young man can solve it by himself, and your wine can only suppress the poison." ”

Zhu Hongyan frowned slightly, Jiang Daoming didn't hide it at all

Shouldn't we take the opportunity to get closer to each other and let Yang Xuanming take us to the Medicine King Valley

"Thank you seniors, Xuan Ming understands. ”

Yang Xuanming arched his hand and said, what he said was so obvious, how could he not understand

It's just that he suppressed the poison, he didn't help himself solve it, and continued to let himself go to the Medicine King Valley, this is to temper himself!

This is too similar to my father's approach, which was definitely sent by my father.

"Brother Ming" Mo Yunqian was stunned for a moment, her eyes rolled, and she hurriedly said: "Senior, Yunqian can invite you to eat a lot of wine, and ask your seniors to save Brother Ming." ”

The person in front of him can solve the poison, why don't you ask him to solve it directly, I understand

"The lord of this hall only wants to take this meal of wine from you, not more. Jiang Daoming said lightly.

"Senior ......"

"Qian'er, don't force it. Yang Xuanming arched his hand and said: "The kindness of the predecessors, Xuanming will always remember it in his heart, and he will be rewarded in the future." ”

Mo Yunqian was puzzled, Brother Ming, what was wrong

The opportunity to save lives is right in front of you, and you can't take advantage of it

Zhu Hongyan took a step forward and said lightly: "It's getting late, it's better to rest for a while, how about rushing tomorrow?"

Yang Xuanming pondered for a moment, and arched his hand: "Listen to the orders of the seniors." ”

Since it was sent by my father, let me rest for the night, Mo Fei, what else do I have to tell myself

"I'm going to hunt some game. The hunchbacked old man said, and after speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared.

Yang Xuanming's pupils shrank, this speed, eighth-layer martial artist!

Could it be that these three are all eighth-layer martial artists

What's going on with my father this time, he sent three eighth-layer martial artists at once

Doesn't it mean that eighth-layer martial artists don't easily meddle in the world

Or is it that my father is too worried about himself and cares too much

Not long after, the old man with a hunchback arrived, bringing back a hare, three pheasants, and a wild deer.

"Senior, I'll come. ”

Yang Xuanming took the initiative to ask for help and deal with it.

Although he is the son of the leader of the martial arts alliance, since he broke into the rivers and lakes, he has already practiced good cooking skills by himself.

Mo Yunqian also said: "Brother Ming, the craftsmanship is very good, and the three seniors are blessed." ”

"No matter how good it is, it is not as good as Qian'er, at the beginning, Qian'er's cooking skills were admired, but the chefs of those big restaurants admired it. Yang Xuanming said with a smile.

Jiang Daoming's expression was indifferent, and the money bag was thrown to the hunchbacked old man: "Get some spirits." ”

"Yes. The hunchbacked old man took the money bag and nodded slightly.

"Senior, this deep mountain ......"

As soon as Yang Xuanming and the others spoke, the hunchbacked old man had already risen to the sky and stepped away.

Well, eight-layer martial artist, capricious, when I didn't say it!

Mo Yunqian lit a fire, Yang Xuanming handled the prey, and Jiang Daoming sat leaning on the big tree, quietly watching them busy.

Zhu Hongyan sat down beside him and said in a low voice: "This kid seems to be very enthusiastic, he won't treat us as his father's people."

"Possibly. Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "Yang Xuanming has the aura of Daomen exercises in his body, I don't know if it is another opportunity or what." ”

"Daomen" Zhu Hongyan pondered: "I haven't investigated in detail, but we just borrowed him to find the Poison King, so we shouldn't have a conflict with Daomen." ”

"Hmm. Jiang Daoming hummed and stopped talking.

He can't afford to conflict with the Daomen, he doesn't care, unless the Daomen can send a ninth-layer martial artist out, he is just curious about the Taoist atmosphere.

Soon the hunchbacked old man returned, bringing back a dozen jars of spirits, and the game was roasted.

"Senior, let's sit by the fire. Mo Yunqian invited: "The game will be roasted immediately, and the three seniors are satisfied." ”