The old man on the bamboo chair sighed lightly and did not answer, but waved his hand casually, causing the three warriors to retreat.

The three men did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and very wisely got up and retreated, clenching their fists and walking backwards, until they exited the courtyard, and then turned and left.

I don't know when my back was covered with cold sweat.

One of the women turned to look at the courtyard and exhaled.

The face is respectful, but there are many incomprehensions in the heart.

Although the pharmacology of the Medicine Master Valley's unique tradition has its own uniqueness, the Immortal Pavilion is also a sect that specializes in the art of medicine and poison, and the classics in the door are also the ancestors who have worked hard to achieve it, although the Seven Elders are strong, they are far from exhausting the inheritance of the sect, and they are so obsessed with the martial arts classics of the Medicine Master Valley.

For two years, I didn't give up.

Isn't it the end of the day?

This thought only turned around in her heart, and she never studied it deeply, as a deacon and martial artist in the Immortal Pavilion, although she has seven grades of cultivation, she can speculate on the thoughts of the elders, and it can be regarded as a taboo.

It's just a few breaths, and it's gone.

In the courtyard, the fragrance of tea is curling.

The old man spread out the medicine book in his hand and put it on his lap, leaned on the bamboo chair and swayed leisurely, his eyes looked at the white clouds gathering and scattering above the sky, squinting slightly.

His right hand was bent, and he gently tapped on the armrest of the bamboo chair, and whispered in his mouth, saying:

"Yakushiya ......"

When he said these three words, his expression changed slightly.

It seems to be secretly hateful, it seems to be indignant, but it also seems to be gloating, like a great revenge.

It seems that I have seen the thrilling scene of thirty years ago again.

I saw the middle-aged doctor in green clothes, saw the eyes that were still quite clear, and the defeat that made him extremely remorseful and jealous again and again, and the embarrassment of escaping his life.

I saw the cold gaze of the altar owner.

Three years of suffering from poisonous snakes.

There was a heavy rain back then, and the elegant doctor in green clothes frowned and looked at himself, and after healing himself, he walked away, and before leaving, he sneered and reprimanded:

"The evil sect is crooked, not enough for the peers!"

"You don't deserve to study medicine at all......"

"Get out!"

The drooping palms were clenched, and the old man's face, which was originally peaceful, was distorted for a while, and he suddenly sneered and said:

"Healer, Healer......"

"Dream Yushu, Dream Yushu, it's still you who loses!"

"Thirty years ago, the 'gift' that the old man left for you before leaving, with your mind, it is impossible not to perceive it, from the Four Elephant Pavilion's "Poisonous People's Solution"...... Now it seems that you have not been able to pass the level in your heart after all, and you have fallen into the most despicable evil path. ”

"Hahahaha......"

"It's you who loses!"

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The town is located in the north.

Several warriors with swords and swords on their backs walked slowly, their expressions were cold and hard, their faces were like stones after snowfall, with sharp edges and corners, revealing a compelling chill, and the people in the city knew in their hearts that they could not be provoked, so they avoided it from afar.

In front of these warriors, it turned out to be like an empty city.

But not far away, you can hear the hustle and bustle of the red dust.

The leader was a tall man with an injured eye, and a large knife with a ring on his back.

The eyes that left a scar were stubbornly open, and some of the necrotic eyes were white, which made people feel terrible when they saw it.

He stood still in front of a small courtyard.

Raise your eyes and look.

According to the news, there is the last descendant of the Medicine Man Valley here, and although the Medicine Man Valley, which was also a big faction back then, was wiped out two years ago, for these Jianghu people, what 'medicine man' and 'poison man' are, as long as they are not involved, it is nothing.

Who cares?!

Not many people care, the world is bustling, all for profit, the world is bustling, all for profit.

What is important is the pharmacology and martial arts secrets inherited by the Medicine Valley.

In the past two years, for some reason, there has always been news of cheats and treasures in various places on the rivers and lakes, although many of them are just groundless, and there are disputes in vain, but there are always some true, for the sake of a faction inheritance, it is worth taking some risks.

The man opened his mouth and let out a white breath.

The right hand was raised, and he held it on the hilt, and the handle of the knife was wrapped several circles of coarse cloth to prevent slipping, and the intact left eye swept twice from the side of the courtyard, and the people he brought with him had separated, and each of them drew his weapon, and in addition, other warriors also came, and one of the old men looked at him and shouted:

"Isn't this Zhao Daxia?"

"I have been looking up for a long time, I never thought that I could see Zhao Daxia in this remote place, hahaha......"

The one-eyed dragon frowned slightly, and a sense of vigilance and jealousy rose in his heart, but he didn't make a move, just greeted him twice at random, raised his foot and kicked towards the wooden door.

His martial arts are not bad, and at this time, he is deliberately demonstrating, and this foot has carried seventy percent of the internal force, and the momentum is fierce.

This wooden door is just an ordinary material, how can it be carried? The one-eyed man snorted coldly and went in with a knife, and the rest of the warriors were not to be outdone, or performed light skills, or entered through the door, and the originally quite small courtyard was crowded with seven or eight warriors.

Hearing this sound, a man in the courtyard next to him could no longer sit still, stood up suddenly, raised his hand to hold the sickle next to him, and was about to go out, only two steps, but was pressed to the ground by several other people, his old father took two steps, snatched the sickle in his hand, raised his hand is an ear scraper, lowered his voice, and shouted:

"What are you going to do!!"

The man struggled, but could not get out, and said:

"They're gangsters, I have to save them......"

"You save a fart! You're just sending your life to ......"

The young man stiffened his neck and said:

"If you can't save it, you have to go to ......"

"That little girl has been here for a month, didn't Grandma's life be saved?"

"I know that those are Jianghu people, and I can't beat him, but one life is exchanged for another, and he is worthy of his ancestors."

"You can't be deaf at this time!"

"Daddy, Brother, there are enough deaf people in our city, and we have been deaf in the past, but this is a life-saving benefactor, we can't ignore it!"

And at this time, in the courtyard.

Without speaking, only with eye contact, two warriors stepped forward, took out the ink-colored crossbow from their backs, pulled the mechanism, and set up five stainless steel crossbow arrows, the crossbow arrows of this quality are enough to instantly pierce the mountain rock more than one meter thick, if it is not a warrior, it is difficult to use, a total of two handles, ten crossbow arrows aimed at this small wooden house.

Clicking and popping.

Ten crossbow bolts, straight through the wooden house, shot into it.

There was a dead silence.

The one-eyed warrior clenched the long knife in his hand, the air in his body swirled, and he slowly approached the wooden house, raised his left hand, and gently pressed the wooden door, and in the creaking, the wooden house slowly opened.

Raising his eyes and looking into the room, he didn't see anyone, the warrior first breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned, looked left and right, and when he turned to the right, he suddenly heard the sound of clothes flying in his ears, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up suddenly, and before he could react, a person had stepped out from the left side.

There was a burst of pain from his still intact right eye, even if it was a martial artist, he couldn't bear such a sharp pain, he couldn't help screaming, and after a few breaths, he staggered out of the door, his steps were unsteady, and he lay directly on the ground, convulsed for a moment, and lost his breath.

"Zhao Daxia?!"

"Zhao Daxia, what's wrong with you?"

Outside the door, the warrior's heart was cold, and he opened his mouth again and again, and after a few breaths, only one person stepped up and turned this person open, only to see that several acupoints around his body had been pierced by silver needles, and his right eye was covered with blood.

However, in a short period of time, a good player of the eighth grade has been killed here, and everyone's faces are solemn for a while, and they have a sense of retreat, but they are unwilling to leave.

At this moment, the face of the warrior who had just raised his hand to turn the one-eyed dragon over suddenly changed drastically, shook it twice, and then fell silently, and fell directly to the ground, convulsed a few times, lost his breath, and his palm was even more bruised.

In the uproar, the warrior who was still fierce suddenly retreated a few steps, his face was pale, and one of the old men shouted:

"It's the devil!"

"She's poisoned! Fellow travelers, be careful! ”

In this courtyard, when there was a noise, there was a hundred meters away from here, a warrior in green clothes stood on the eaves, took out a piece of coarse incense from his arms, and his fingers only took a pinch of this incense head, and then ignited it directly, and a curling fragrance rose, gradually drifting away with the wind.

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Wang Anfeng stepped into the wooden house.

On the top of the bed lay a man, five short stature, angry eyes, a sword wound on the heart, and a boning knife in his left hand, and the palm of his hand was still grasping the drawer in this room, as if he was rummaging for something, he was taken advantage of his unpreparedness and killed directly in the heart with a sword.

Seeing that the deceased was not Chuan Lian or Meng Yuexue, Wang Anfeng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then he was a little condensed-

The scene in front of him, whether it was the warrior who was ambushed in the courtyard, or the man who died in the house and was smashing things, undoubtedly showed that Chuan Lian and the two were in a dangerous situation at this time.

I don't know where these warriors got the news.

Since they are fighting each other, they must not be from the Immortal Pavilion...... And judging from the martial arts it makes good use, it is not a kind of martial arts such as poison treatment.

Isn't it, a warrior?

Wang Anfeng frowned slightly, only to feel that this matter was almost a mess, and there was fog everywhere, so he turned around and walked out quickly, but he was no longer the sword-wielding young man.

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth, turned around and looked at the two five-foot men embedded in the wall.

Just now, under his anger, he is especially sensible, plus these two martial artists who are not bad, at this time they are only seriously injured and unconscious, and they are not dead, but when they wake up from this coma, it takes some time to perform acupuncture exercises, and the situation in front of them is obviously extremely critical, and the most lacking thing is time.

Wang Anfeng's heart was a little restless for a while.

Just because he came suddenly, he didn't know much about this matter, and at this time he lacked information, it was difficult to make a judgment, and he was almost blind in both eyes, and when he was considering whether to use rather rough methods, his eyes suddenly fell on the dark stripe on his waist, and his expression changed slightly.

I thought about what Tan Yurou said to herself when I left today.

"Young man's trip, if you encounter some difficulties, you might as well open your bag and take a look."

Thinking of the girl's means, Wang Anfeng was sure in his heart, untied the bag from his waist, and opened it gently, among which there was a porcelain bottle and a note, Wang Anfeng unfolded the note, raised his eyes and swept it, his expression was slightly stunned, and then settled down in an instant.

"That's just right!"

PS: Second Update......