Chapter 633: Martial Arts Conference 4

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Without water, Su Luan would not be able to take the antidote, and if the poison was not solved within two hours, it would really be hopeless.

I don't know how much water there is in this Luqing Villa that can be drunk.

Suddenly, many people came to Lu Muchen to speak, and the martial arts conference was still in chaos at this time. No one paid attention to the things in the ring anymore, and they all came to Lu Muchen to ask for an antidote.

Instead, Hua Xiaoxi pulled out the saber in Qingyin's hand with his free hand, threw it into the air, his arm crossed an arc in mid-air, and his wrist slashed lightly on the blade, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

"Miss!" Qing Yin exclaimed, and the sword had fallen to the ground.

Hua Xiaoxi didn't delay for a moment, and directly put his wrist to Su Luan's mouth, and the red blood slowly flowed into Su Luan's mouth, flushing down the antidote that had been put in.

"Miss!" Seven people rushed up behind him, surrounding Hua Xiaoxi, Qing Yin quickly picked up the sword that fell to the ground, and cut off a piece of his sleeve with a sword, and some of the others took out the wound medicine from their arms, and cooperated to stop the bleeding and bandage the injury on Hua Xiaoxi's wrist.

"Hahahahahaha, hahahahaha!" Lu Jiaxu's voice sounded from nowhere, and the laughing one was called arrogant,

Hua Xiaoxi raised his eyes, Lu Jiaxu didn't know where he came from, he was standing in the middle of the ring at this time, smiling arrogantly.

If it weren't for Hua Xiaoxi still holding Su Luan, who had fainted, he really wanted to pull out his sword and cut that Lu Jiaxu into eight halves.

However, someone rushed forward as soon as possible and stood in front of Lu Jiaxu.

It was Wen Xuan, the long sword was already unsheathed, but he couldn't get close to him, because there were seven or eight people standing in front of Lu Jiaxu, Hua Xiaoxi didn't recognize it, but Wen Xuan recognized it.

It's the one who was captured by the dragon.

"Xu'er, come down, what are you doing?!" Facing Lu Muchen's questioning, the smile on Lu Jiaxu's face was not reduced at all.

"Dad, don't you think I'm unproductive? I'll show you now, and soon, your son and I will become the first person to rule the rivers and lakes. Lu Jiaxu snorted lightly, and then raised his voice and said around: "One of you is the poison of the eighth prince, and you will definitely die if there is no antidote in two hours." Of course, you know the eighth son, right? This poison is naturally unsolvable except for the eighth prince, if you agree to follow me, I will detoxify you, if you insist on resisting, then the dragon capturer, will also give you a ride. ”

"Xu'er! You ......" Lu Mu pointed angrily at Lu Jiaxu's hands trembling, "How dare you?" ”

Lu Jiaxu looked at his father, and a contemptuous smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, "Dad, I don't want to be an unfilial son." ”

After that, he motioned to the servant on the side and said, "My father is confused, take him back to rest." ”

"You dare!"

Although Lu Muchen's old face was already blue with anger, he still let a few servants who came up stand up, it turned out that he was also poisoned, but Lu Jiaxu gave Lu Muchen a different poison in order to make more people poison unknowingly, but it only suppressed the internal strength in his body.

"You are presumptuous!" Lu Muchen's thunderous jump was useless, and he was still taken down by a few servants who knew some martial arts.

"Senior brother!" The disciple who was originally following Lu Muchen stood up to block their way, and said sharply: "If you do this, won't you make the master ruined!" ”

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