After Zhang Lingdao had rested for a period of time before, he had actually recovered almost, and his innate strength allowed him to have a lot of internal breath for recovery, and at the same time, he also exercised his body and meridians to be extremely strong.

The only bad thing is that his spirit cannot be restored, which is also the common problem of all recovery drugs in this world, and the spirit is the most mysterious thing in this world, and there is nothing that can soothe it except time.

Zhang Lingdao could only brace his spirits and fight against the enemies who suddenly appeared in front of him, compared to those assassins just now, these guys in front of him were too many professional.

Of course, it's not that those people in Ni Zhuang are not professional enough, although the other party is here to send him intelligence, not to really come to send him to death, but he is also a professional assassin, but everyone knows it in their hearts, and it won't cause him too much pressure.

The people who appeared in front of him now were the ones who really wanted to take his life, and when Zhang Lingdao saw the guys in these people's hands, his face gradually became solemn.

He had encountered many assassins and killers along the way, but apart from the real grandmasters, they didn't bother him too much.

However, each of these people who surrounded him could bring him a dangerous aura, and each of them had the ability to injure or even kill him.

This is simply an impossible thing, Zhang Lingdao himself is even a little confused, or dissatisfied, in his mind, the probability of such a thing happening will not be too high.

What organization would have the heart to send such a force to besiege him?

Zhang Lingdao knew the status of Zhenwu in this Jianghu, and also knew that their sect's unique internal strength actually had a very strong defensive effect, maybe it was not very clear in the battle of the same level, but those who were lower than their own internal strength level or martial arts could not cause him complete damage.

The inner breath of the true martial arts is constantly floating on the surface of the body, and it will form a very weird and soft fantasy big Zhou Tian on the surface of the body and inside the body, such a Zhou Tian will be connected with the big and small Zhou Tian inside the body, and once the internal strength cultivation reaches the grandmaster, it will form an extremely tough film.

So Zhenwu also has these bad nicknames in the rivers and lakes, such as turtles, they always say that the guys of this sect hide behind a thick layer of turtle shells, just waiting for the other party's internal breath to be exhausted so that they can sneak attack.

Zhang Lingdao found that these people all had the means to break through their own defenses and directly cause damage to themselves, which meant that the original defenses were completely lost at this moment.

Either these people's martial arts level is similar to their own, and each of them is a great master above the grandmaster, so they can cause such an impact.

Either they have some means or magic weapons, and they can break these flaws in their bodies in defiance of defense, which can achieve such an effect.

It was precisely because Zhang Lingdao felt such an aura that he would make a choice to hide in this wood, otherwise with the skills of these guys in front of him, he would come out and be tough, and these people might not be able to do anything with him.

But the uneasiness in his heart reminded him that even if those people came along the road, he didn't go directly to the reckless wave, although this way was the least exhausting, and it was also the safest choice for him in his current state.

It's a pity that many times, most things can't go as expected, even if Zhang Lingdao has been deceived once, he still believes in his intuition like a beast.

It might not have been as sensitive as spider sense, but it had saved his life countless times, and he had run far enough before he turned to look at the enemies that were surrounding him.

They were each holding a strange-looking weapon, and those weapons were all glowing green, and it seemed that they should have been quenched with some kind of poison.

And the leader slowly revealed his figure from the cover of his surroundings, he was also a fellow in a scribe's robe, holding a sharp brush in his hand, which was smeared with a rich green liquid, and it looked faint and chilling.

Zhang Lingdao finally understood where his jealousy came from, the toxins smeared on these people's weapons seemed to have an extraordinary effect.

He had heard of a poison in the rivers and lakes before, which could be applied to weapons, draining the enemy's internal breath, and at the same time, it could corrode the enemy's defenses, soaking this poison directly into the opponent's body.

And once this poison is close, it will cause a very terrifying and irreversible effect, it will corrode into the blood of the human body, and use this blood as fuel to corrode the entire human body.

This poison, which has been roaming the rivers and lakes for a long time, has the most obvious effect of emitting a green and faint light, and has an unpleasant pungent smell, like a rotten fish.

Zhang Lingdao's computer-like brain immediately judged the name of this thing, and the countless crises in his brain were already flashing symbols, and they were even crazier in an instant!

When this poison was rampant across the rivers and lakes, it attracted the attention of almost all martial arts sects, and these martial arts factions and heroes joined forces with the imperial court at that time to forcibly strangle such a sect that used poison, and then burned the materials of this poison clean.

This incident happened very early, probably two or three hundred years ago, that is, in the Tang Dynasty, and theoretically no one except for the martial arts sect or the strangled court people at that time could not know the true whereabouts of this poison.

No one would believe that those people really wiped out all such materials, this is the root of human inferiority, but this poison has not appeared in the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, and it should be a sure thing.

The coldness in Zhang Lingdao's expression suddenly appeared, he originally had a little pity for these people before, and wanted to instruct to get rid of the first evil, and then let these people go.

But he could not do anything if they had in their hands a poison that could almost be considered madness, whether or not they had stock in their hands, or whether the men who sent them had more of them.

He will definitely find the root of this poison, just like the green dragon is desperate, when it really cuts the grass and eradicates the roots, and dissipates it in the air, it is a better choice.

(End of chapter)