You're crazy, aren't you? That was fifteen years ago. This time, it was the traitor who colluded with the Five Poisons Sect to seize the mountain. Can you do it? If you can't, go first. Xiao He shouted.

"Okay, why not? However, it has really been fifteen years?" Tang Chao was puzzled, how could he remember that he detonated the formation by himself, and then hung up, and woke up to see a guy like a ghost in front of him. In line with the principle of three points for everyone, call him a fairy, this guy should go down. It's nice to be back, but it's been kicked back. If you calculate the time, isn't it just over a day?

"Don't be reckless, you kid, if you can't run. With the sword array, they can't do anything for a while. Xiao He shouted.

"Dad, mother, I'm back. Tang Chao looked down at the two figures, and just when he detonated the formation, he thought that he would never see these two people again.

"Lao Ding, how long will it take?" Xiao He leaned on a disciple, looking weak, and asked in a low voice.

"It used to take two hours to pay attention to the impact, but now that their attention is not here, it is estimated that two quarters of an hour will be enough. Attention, I'm going to release the antidote. "Ding Wentao, the poison master of the Tang Dynasty, is also the poison master of Shushan. He was given special care, his limbs were broken, and Zhenyuan was sealed. If he hadn't been attacked by Wu Qiang and others, he wouldn't have been caught easily. "I'll shout three numbers, you shout a loud one, help me cover up. The antidote takes two quarters of an hour to take effect. One, two, three!"

"Stinky boy, kill them. Xiao He roared, and the momentum was huge. And in the midst of this loud roar, there was a muffled "poof". "Your uncle, Ding Wentao. "Xiao He's whole face was yellow, and there was a layer of yellow dust hanging on it....... None of this is a problem, the main thing is that it stinks. Looking at the huge ass in front of him, Xiao He burst out and kicked it over. At this time, he couldn't tolerate anything else in his mind except killing intent, he really wanted to kill Ding Wentao. This guy's so-called antidote turned out to be a fart, or a stinky fart, the kind that emitted yellow smoke, and the most outrageous thing was that he actually turned around and released it at him.

"Master of the Gate...... Don't kick it. Ding Wentao, whose limbs were broken, shouted aggrievedly. "Old Xiao, don't be impulsive. I'm just trying to get closer to your source and cover up the sound. ”

"I'm going to ...... I'm going to kill ......" Xiao He glared at Ding Wentao angrily, and was about to rush up and continue fighting. It's just that his words didn't fall, and he rolled his eyes, and he didn't resist after all. Even if they were scattered into the air, diluted countless times by the wind, and blown in front of the poisoned Shushan disciples, their faces were still blue and they vomited. If it's a little worse, it just falls to the ground.

"Uncle Ding, are you sure this is the antidote?" Tang Wanjian's wound that had been peeled off several layers of flesh began to turn yellow and gradually suppurated, and he had to hold his breath and ask.

"What are you talking about, uncle, I have broken limbs, how can I do the antidote? It would be nice to have a fart. If you are seriously ill, you have to be solved by fierce medicine, you kid knows a fart. Ding Wentao looked at the figure of Tang Chao and suddenly scolded in a good mood.

"Your fart, it's really hard for ordinary people to understand. Tang Wanjian muttered, and also looked at Tang Dynasty. However, he didn't worry about the master after all, so he walked over and woke him up. Xiao He, who was woken up, rolled his eyes again, but he still stood strong.

"Look at that kid, he's going to make a move. Ding Wentao looked at Xiao He's unkind eyes and quickly diverted his attention. Sure enough, Xiao He temporarily let go of the idea of killing him.

"Go. Tang Chao stretched out a hand, put two fingers together and pointed forward, and a sword shadow flew out. A hint of surprise appeared on his face, and he rolled over. Just as he was about to land on the flying sword, the flying sword deflected, and he fell, and quickly stretched out a hand and buckled it on the blade. A dramatic scene appeared in mid-air, the shadow of a sword in the sky, and a young man in tattered clothes hung on a speeding flying sword.

"Which bastard taught him the sword? Is this the Shushan swordsmanship? Pull out that bastard and beat him to death. Xiao He looked at the scene of the imperial sword of the Tang Dynasty and scolded angrily. It was only when he looked at Tang Wanjian's expression that he remembered that it seemed that he had taught this sword technique. Because the Tang Dynasty had not officially built a foundation and could not fly with the sword, in order to encourage him to persevere, Xiao He personally took the Tang Dynasty to experience the sword art and taught him by the way.

"Haha...... Is this Shushan's swordsmanship? Aren't you ......" Looking at Tang Chao's startled appearance, a mocking voice came. And this person is Wu Qiang, but before he finished laughing, he was stumbled by a slap.

"Edgeworth ......" Tang Chao suddenly roared, let go of the hand hanging on the flying sword, and there was no sky, and the whole person fell down like this. The next moment, the sword shadow in the sky turned into a breeze and headed towards the Tang Dynasty. Ten thousand swords flew under Tang Dynasty's body, and he lightly stepped on the body of a huge sword. However, the sword shadow in the sky also disappeared at the same time.

"Stinky boy, Tibetan swordsmanship requires concentration. You stare at one, and the others will automatically take it back. Xiao He shouted. He was a little strange, he obviously had nearly 10,000 hidden swords, why didn't he seem to have actually fought in actual combat.

"One stalk is enough. Tang Chao waved his hand, and a fire shadow appeared in his hand. However, it also startled him, and he almost threw his sword away. Xiao He and Tang Wanjian couldn't stand it anymore.

"That's an attribute transformation, and it won't hurt the sword master. How did you get your cultivation?" Xiao He shouted helplessly.

"Sect Master, should we kill this kid?" asked in a low voice from a shadow beside the old man.

"Don't startle the snake. Xiao He, that old thing, must have some conspiracy to get this kid out to act. I really thought the old man was a fool, and he acted too fake. Is there providence?" asked the old man in a low voice.

"Now, I guess it's about to work. This kid's acting skills are really poor. The shadow faded back into the crowd.

A group of people from the Five Poisons Sect looked at the Tang Dynasty like this.

"My cultivation? That dead shadow doesn't know how much cultivation has been added, don't just build a foundation, then it's embarrassing. "Tang Dynasty tried to run the true qi with all his might, but he was embarrassed that he couldn't sense the true qi. After holding it for a long time, I finally squeezed out a little energy fluctuation. "Grandpa, it seems that I can't find my true anger. My anger is gone. Tang Chao had to shout.

"Impossible. This kid can control the sky, and he can control the sword. Is it so quickly gone? That's a tragedy. Lao Ding, your fart...... Your antidote also needs to be able to detoxify?" Xiao He asked with an ugly face.

"That...... Door master, I really want to say that I expect something to go wrong, I'm afraid it will take half an hour. Ding Wentao looked up at the sky, and then said.

"You old thing, why don't you die. Xiao He scolded. "Stinky boy, run. You don't have real anger, you can't beat them. ”