In the past, I only knew that the Jindan Sect was good at medical skills, but I didn't expect that the use of poison would be so powerful. No matter how down-and-out the Gongxi clan is, they are also one of the ancient families, and their strength is extraordinary, and the people of the Gongxi clan have cultivated physical strength and are far stronger than ordinary people, but they were poisoned by Ling Chuxi so well, and they don't know how powerful her poison is? Duan Feiyu's gaze at Ling Chuxi was a little more curious.

"I didn't force them, they voluntarily taught me the art of forging, and it's not a powerful poison, even if there is no antidote, it will dissolve itself in three days at most, don't believe you ask them." Ling Chuxi noticed Duan Feiyu's gaze, and he would be wrong, and he wanted to cover up and explain. This matter is related to the reputation of the Jindan Sect, and it is careless.

"It's true that the adults didn't force us, I volunteered to teach the adults the art of forging." Gongxi Crazy Knife hummed in with a sentence, and his heart was almost suffocated: You didn't force us, but if it weren't for poisoning, I would have voluntarily taught you the forging technique? I don't know if the poison can be dissolved by itself in three days at most, anyway, who can survive three hours, I don't want the ancestor of the mad knife in the west of the palace, with his surname.

"Shameless, so shameless, she can actually say such shameless words." Lan Xinyu and the others had already seen the power of Ling Chuxi's poison, and it was simply worse than death, so they completely understood the mood of Gongxi Crazy Dao at this time.

Even classmate Xiaohong popped out of Ling Chuxi's pocket and looked at Gongxi Crazy Knife a few times with pity. He had also suffered from Ling Chuxi's poison, and even his Demon Emperor physique had been poisoned to the point that he was half-dead, not to mention the Gongxi Crazy Knife. Looking at the aggrieved eyes of Gongxi Maddao, he actually had a sense of sympathy and sympathy in his heart.

"Well, I understand, I understand." Duan Feiyu wiped a cold sweat, poor Gongxi was crazy, and even said such a disobedient word, which shows how badly he was poisoned. Ling Chuxi, this guy, is really shameless enough. Look at how righteous and awe-inspiring the words are. remembered what Ling Chuxi said before: In fact, these people are reasonable and easy to persuade, as long as they know how to reason and move with emotion, they don't need to speak, they will take the initiative to help. Duan Feiyu's cold sweat broke out even more. One thing is absolutely true, don't be Ling Chuxi's enemy, never.

"Alright, let's go." Ling Chuxi looked at everyone's expressions, knowing that his words of three hundred taels of silver here didn't have any effect, and he didn't bother to explain, so he jumped into the carriage.

Everyone got into the carriage and marched in the direction of Qianzhongling with high spirits.

……

Somewhere in the Holy Realm of the Sect, in a beautifully furnished but elegant room, a middle-aged man with an unusually obese figure stood up straight, with a serious face, which was exactly the gold of the Fengyan Society.

At this time, Jin Buchang had long lost the majesty of being a deacon of the Fengyan Society, but he seemed to be a student who was listening to the teacher's teachings, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, dripping down the tip of his nose onto the bulging belly, but he didn't dare to reach out and wipe it.

A young man who looked to be in his early twenties sat on a red sandalwood chair, his gaze sweeping over Jin Buchang's face from time to time.

At first glance, this man's appearance seems to be very ordinary, but if you look closely, you will find that his facial features are as precise as if they have been measured with a ruler, and the more you look at it, the more you have a kind of magic that captures people's hearts.