The young man was slightly stunned, and he could still suppress it, but at this time, he was broken by the old man, thinking of his parents who were trapped in the poisonous mist, his face was anxious, but he couldn't move, and the middle-aged catcher had already frowned and shouted:

"Hurry up, listen to the doctor, start from this neighborhood, and take the villagers away."

"The poisonous fog here is too heavy, and the movements are all neat!"

Accompanied by the stinking sound of the head-catchers, these townsmen quickly crashed into the houses on the street, and without caring about anything else, they straddled back to their waists with the war knives in their hands, and one in each hand, took out the people who were no longer able to walk, and rushed back to a place where the poisonous fog was a little lighter.

And the middle-aged head catcher never left, but stood here with a war knife in hand.

The old man let his apprentice follow, sat on the ground by himself, didn't care about his demeanor, looked at the middle-aged head catcher who threw the special medicinal materials into the fire and roughly refined the medicinal power, gasped twice, and said with a smile:

"It's really hard for you ......"

"Why don't you leave, the old man here can watch alone."

The head catcher did not reply, and said:

"You should be a good leader?"

"When you are older, what you say, you should be a doctor, and you will be your doctor."

"You don't understand."

The old man was slightly stunned, and then laughed out loud, he had practiced medicine in this town for decades, and no one had spoken to him like this in the past, so he laughed quite happily, and after a while, he said:

"Can the old man ask you for something?"

"Say."

"There are too many people poisoned this time, although it is said that the poison is not to death, but it is not easy to deal with, just rely on me, I'm afraid it won't work, you have fast feet, go to the street and shout a few voices."

"Shouting what?"

"Just shout for a doctor, and those who have studied medicine will come out."

The head catcher frowned and said: "At this time, everyone is too busy to take care of themselves, who cares about you, what's the use of shouting this?" ”

The old man laughed out loud, and after half a ring, he said:

"You don't know."

"If you believe me, give it a try."

The head catcher was slightly stunned, and before he could speak, he suddenly noticed something unusual, subconsciously looked up, and then his expression suddenly vibrate.

Shrouded in poisonous fog, the smoke rose to the sky like the beacon fire and wolf smoke at the border of the desert.

The poisonous fog fluctuates violently.

The headcatcher's eyes widened.

He had never been to the desert border pass, but at this time, he actually felt that in the small city here, the flames and green smoke rising in all corners of this poisonous fog were not bad at all.

"This ...... It's ......"

The old man's eyes narrowed, he smiled heartily, supported the ground with one hand, stood up, and from the poisonous mist, a hoarse voice came, as if he had done his best, like a wrestler screaming angrily.

"In the next Huichun Hall Li Si, where are there still medical students?"

"Get out of here!"

"Saving lives is now!"

"In the Li family's pharmacy Li Kong, all the sons of those who study medicine come here!"

"The people first cover their mouths and noses with wet hemp, don't panic!"

"Under ......"

Several voices sounded noisily, noisy and faint, bright and high, and the head catcher opened his mouth and said, "This, this is ......"

The old man laughed heartily, and heard the voice constantly approaching the most poisonous place, looking at the faces of old and young, and in his eyes, the look of pride and piety, laughed:

"Human life is at stake, no matter how far or near it is critical, there is a call!"

"Fang is a healer!"

……………………………………

Above the mountain peaks.

Zhao Guang stood with his hands in his hands, looking coldly at the town below, he could see the rising medicinal smoke clearly, but even if his poisonous fog was too large and the medicinal power dropped significantly, it was definitely not something that a country doctor in such a small place could break through.

And by virtue of them, foolish as wood, also worthy of medicine?

The poisonous fog was thick by this time.

He could almost see the painful appearance of the descendants of the dream jade tree.

Just thinking about it made him want to shout out loud, and his heart was so happy that he almost forgot about the danger behind it.

In his eyes, a faint streak of blood appeared.

Mei Feng looked at the old man in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly.

Three moments have passed since Zhao Guang poisoned, and according to Daqin's reaction speed, Xidingzhou City must have received the news at this time, and the mobilized warriors may have left the state city.

I just don't know how long it will take to come.

If he can't react at that time and misses the best opportunity, it is very likely that he will be regarded as Zhao Guang's fellow party by the Great Qin Wind Chasing Patrol, and then he will really steal chickens and rice, and he will suffer for himself.

At this moment, a strange voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

Zhao Guang and Mei Feng's expressions changed slightly, and at the same time they cast their eyes in the direction where the voice came from, but one stared at the strange flower that was put down somewhere, while the latter subconsciously clenched the weapon in his hand, and his eyes fell on the back of the former.

The sound is getting closer.

Continuous, gradually clear, is the sound of horses' hooves galloping, Mei Feng's brows furrowed slightly, and he was a little undecided in his heart for a while, I don't know if it was a martial artist in this city who was not self-sufficient, or a master of the middle and third grades from Xidingzhou.

And Zhao Guang didn't care about the voice, a pair of eyes, just staring at a small thin white flower on this mountainside.

When the figure had appeared, and the flower was not the slightest bit unusual, the boulder hanging in my heart was finally put down.

This flower is a strange seed that he got by coincidence, usually curled up like a stone, put into the land, but it can open in a moment or three, and it is extremely sensitive to the true qi cultivated by martial artists.

Once a middle and third-grade master approached within three steps, he would not be able to withstand the true qi that the martial artist unconsciously escaped, and the flowers and leaves curled up and trembled.

And at this time, since there is nothing unusual about this flower, that is to say, the person who comes is by no means above the sixth grade, at best, he is just a martial artist of the lower third grade, and he cannot be called a master.

A chill appeared in Zhao Guang's eyes, and he looked at the comer.

Riding a red horse, wearing an ink-colored power suit, his face was cold, and he carried a heavy black knife behind his back.

A strange color appeared in Mei Feng's eyes, and he was slightly relieved when he thought that he had just asked the other disciples what they knew, and understood that the person who came was the young martial artist who killed Zhu Xiao.

Just now, he almost thought that the master of Great Qin had come over, and directly stabbed Zhao Guang in the back of the heart.

Fortunately, he was cautious by nature, so he did not make this mistake.

The palm of the hand holding the handle of the knife was slightly loose, and the five fingers were wet and greasy, and there was already some sweat.

Zhao Guang's eyes were slightly disappointed, but he was swallowed by the fierce light.

It's a pity that it wasn't Meng Yushu's granddaughter......

No, fortunately, it wasn't Meng Yushu's granddaughter!

Just killing her, not enough.

It's not enough!

The only way to let her be lonely, the only way to let her watch her loved ones die in front of her one by one, one by one, and die for herself one by one, only by letting her bear this kind of torture can she let him vent the hatred in his heart!

Zhao Guang sneered, raised his hand and waved it violently, and his strength exploded, smashing all those medicine furnaces, and the hidden mechanism was activated, and the poison hidden in the secret compartment fell, mixed with the poison in the original kiln, the toxicity was complex, and it instantly became more violent.

Above the old man's body, there was a real energy entwined around the Dao.

This energy and the eight medicinal furnaces were entangled, like boiling oil into a fire, becoming more and more violent and terrifying, and the violent energy rushed to the sky, and in an instant, it was withdrawn, turning into a strong poisonous stream like a substance, like a liquid, wrapped around Zhao Guang's body, flowing non-stop.

The ground beneath its feet gradually cracked.

Mei Feng gasped and couldn't help but take a step back, his mind was already blank, and there was only one thought left.

Lunatic!

Utter lunatic!

The man's gaze swept over the eight broken medicine furnaces, and the horror in his eyes grew, since he was an elder in the Immortal Pavilion, his attainments in the art of healing poison were naturally extraordinary.

With just a glance, he had already seen the root of these eight medicine furnaces.

Dry is the sky, Kun is the earth, the earthquake is the thunder, Xun is the wind, the kan is the water, the separation is the fire, the Gen is the mountain, the exchange is the Ze, the martial arts of the Bulao Pavilion are all based on the Tao Sutra, these eight medicine furnaces are divided into two layers inside and outside, just urged by many disciples, but it is just an ordinary medicine.

But Zhao Guang had already exerted his strength to smash the medicine furnace.

The inner and outer layers of drugs are mixed, and the medicinal properties have undergone drastic changes in an instant, and their respective attributes are just the same as the image of the gossip of the Taoist scriptures, and then based on the internal strength of the pavilion, all these poisons are contained in their own strength.

With his own strength, he became a gossip array.

Fang Cai's crazy method was just a bait, and once someone was attracted to it, even if it was a Great Qin Six-Rank martial artist who appeared, it would not be Zhao Guang's opponent at this time.

Even, whether it is the Great Qin patrol, or the people of the city, even if it is him Mei Feng himself, it is just a chess piece in the hands of this madman.

Only for revenge!

And the reason why a madman is called a madman is that he himself is in this game.

From the beginning, he had no intention of leaving himself with any follow-ups.

From the very beginning, he has been deceiving everyone, and he has taken revenge more seriously than the clan.

Really, an out-and-out old madman.

Mei Feng thought of the extremely crazy look on his face after Fang Cai Zhao knew about his plan, and he completely understood it for a while.

At that time, the old madman smiled fiercely and said:

"If they can really endure it, then they will watch their loved ones die in pain, hahahaha, if they can make the descendants of Mengyushu suffer such pain, even if the old man leaves, he is also happy in his heart!"

Even if you leave, you are still happy?!

Mei Feng's heart was full of chills at this point, such a crazy and self-only person, even if he was crazy, even if he was as extreme as a ghost, his courage was far greater than he imagined.

He grew up in the Immortal Pavilion since he was a child, and he never imagined that someone in the rivers and lakes could do such a thing for the sake of anger in his heart.

It's almost all done, just to express the anger in the chest.

At the same time, Zhao Guang looked at Wang Anfeng who was rushing over, and finally couldn't help laughing wildly, and said:

"Come on!"

This is the accumulation of his life.

It was originally prepared for Mengyushu, but now Mengyushu is dead, and Xidingzhou City has changed greatly, and throughout his life, if he wants to take revenge with his own hands, there is almost no possibility.

If that is the case, then take revenge on this man.

As long as he thought that Meng Yushu's granddaughter would suffer for a lifetime in endless remorse and self-blame, his heart almost went crazy with excitement.

If it weren't for this method, he could only prepare in advance and couldn't move, he almost wanted to slaughter the people in this town, leaving Meng Yuexue alone.

Tell her that all of them died because of her!

Wouldn't that be even more wonderful?

At this point, Zhao Guang's face was extremely intoxicated, obviously he had already been as extreme as a demon, his mood was distorted, his hand was raised, and all kinds of strange poisons under his feet flowed uncertainly, forming an extremely treacherous dark green gossip formation, which immediately turned into a wave of qi and lined up in all directions.

raised his hand and opened his five fingers slightly, and grabbed towards Wang Anfeng.

First of all, it is necessary to abolish his martial arts.

Then he cut off his hands and feet, cut off his eyes, and cut off his ears and nose.

Poisonous insects are cultivated on the wounds, and he must be made to howl miserably in this city for ten days and ten nights before he dies of anger!

This change happened in the blink of an eye, and Wang Anzhong didn't know what the person in front of him was thinking, but at this time, the strong poison around him had already made his body hot, and when he was running the Mixed Yuan Gong, there was a burning feeling, which was extraordinary.

However, even if the person in front of him is a six-rank master, even if this poisonous skill is highly toxic, the outcome is not the slightest different.

Wang Anfeng's eyes raised slightly, and thunder flashed among them.

Today, this man will die.

For the sake of the poisoned people today.

It's also for Kawaren.

The extreme madness of the Immortal Pavilion, he has already seen it today, if he takes Chuan Lian and escapes on the road to Fufeng County, he will definitely encounter many difficulties.

Chuanlian's body was already weak, but now he has been poisoned, and he is already about to run out of oil, and he is affected by the slightest conflict.

In such a situation, Wang Anfeng can only think of one way.

A crazy and daring approach, but one that works.

The young man's right hand was raised, and he slowly grasped the handle of the heavy knife behind his back.

In his eyes, the divine light was as sharp as a sword, and he locked on Zhao Guang, who was arrogant and arrogant, and took the initiative to attack him.

Since the Immortal Pavilion has so much energy, as long as it is in no mood to manage the two of them.

The heavy knife was raised slightly, the edge was sharp, and there was a low roar of slaughter, and it sounded deeply.

At this point, the mixed yuan gong around the body accelerated, although this poisonous energy was strong, it could be restrained by Wang Anfeng.

All the distractions in my heart are broken.

The weak self, the gentle self, the self who is often merciful to his subordinates, and the self who can't bear to kill, are all 'cut off' by the young man one by one, and every step at this moment is like stepping on the corpse of "oneself" to move forward, with more and more heart like a mirror, more and more without hesitation.

At the same time, he had never been as distracting as before, and there were other things burning in his heart like a flame.

Invincible self-confidence.

He who will kill him.

When gathering for the warriors to fight, the heart is calm and unhurried, and the body has gone through a hundred battles so far, and at this time it is even more thoughtful. The red thin horse under his crotch noticed the fierce murderous aura on Wang Anfeng's body, and he hissed more and more, and his speed became faster and faster, and a wisp of fire visible to the naked eye appeared.

People take advantage of the horse's momentum, the speed is like a storm, and the killing machine in their hearts rises again and again.

Zhao Guang didn't know why a chill rose in his heart, the madness that had appeared for the first time since thirty years ago couldn't help but restrain him, his palm was raised, and he called the gossip poison array and slashed towards Wang Anfeng.

The wind hisses, and the clouds are wild.

Above the heavenly dome here, the clouds and mist changed, and the celestial phenomena actually changed for it, and the incomparably rich poisonous gas turned into a dark green poisonous dragon, with dazzling scales and armor, fangs and claws, and entangled towards Wang Anfeng.

Obviously, it is the convergence of all kinds of rare poisons, and this poisonous dragon looks like a jade and a sense of innocence, but because of this, it just proves the fierceness of this poison.

Mei Feng couldn't help but retreat backwards for a few feet.

There is already a strong sense of retreat in his heart, he may witness such a drug control technique, and be able to witness the lifelong essence of the previous generation of Jianghu evil path masters, even for him, it is a great creation, and the temptation is in his heart, and he is not willing to retreat at all.

The battle was so big at the moment that even he had almost never seen it.

The poisonous dragon hissed.

Heaven and earth are dark.

One man rode in.

The poisonous gas surged, and all that Mei Feng saw were subtle changes that he had never thought of in the past, and he was fascinated by it, the poisonous mist enveloped Wang Anfeng's left and right, and under his body, the speed of the operation of the Mixed Yuan Gong was approaching the bottleneck at this time.

Whether it was the meridians or the flesh and blood, there was an overwhelming stinging pain.

But Wang Anfeng's expression has not changed in the slightest.

The palm of the hand holding the knife is as steady as iron.

The painful voices of the people in the town could still be heard.

How do you convince the wicked to turn back?

Three years ago, Master's answer was to get a service.

Wang Anfeng's skin cracked under his suit, blood flowed out, and collided with the poisonous mist, entangled in a thick mist from his body.

But he refused to use the knife.

The horse neighed, and above his body, a substantial flame had risen, and the fire spread, rising into Wang Anfeng's body, a man and a horse, rushing and rushing, and in the poisonous mist, the flames were rising.

Zhao Guang performed light skills, retreated backwards, shouted angrily in his mouth, and said:

"The light of fireflies also dares to compete with the bright sun!"

"Death to the old man!"

In the midst of the angry shouts, the poisonous dragon roared wildly and tore towards the young man, but he did not use the Admiralty Protector, but only carried the increasingly terrifying poisonous energy.

The Mixed Yuan Gong ran wildly, turning the poisonous power in this gossip poison array into vitality, pouring into Wang Anfeng's dantian, and then being transmitted into the blade.

The knife trembled and roared, and the knife was unwilling to roar, but it was held by the young man.

The sound of horses' hooves became more urgent.

Wang Anfeng's eyes became brighter and brighter, and suddenly the horse neighed, and swept forward ten feet away, and suddenly approached the retreating Zhao Guang, in the latter's surprise, Wang Anfeng rose up, held the long knife in both hands, and jumped forward to slash.

Zhao Guang's expression changed suddenly, and he shouted angrily, and the dark green poisonous gas that had been gradually dissipating suddenly converged in the strange hissing, turning into a giant dragon and swallowing the young man with its mouth open.

There was silence for a moment.

"Huhuhu......"

Zhao Guang stretched out his right hand, his face was already pale, his wheezing voice was hurried, and there was fear in his eyes.

OK......

Fortunately, it's over.

Zhao Guang whispered in his heart, and the five fingers of his right hand were suddenly clenched, and he wanted to make the strength above the poisonous dragon sink inward, melting Wang Anfeng directly, but at this moment, a domineering aura that went straight forward and did not hesitate rose from the poisonous dragon.

Sen sharp knife mang, breaking out of the body, accompanied by a long roar, Wang Anfeng appeared directly from the long dragon, his feet firmly stepped on the dragon's back, obliquely holding the long knife, and ran towards Zhao Guang frantically.

How do you resolve the wicked?

Wang Anfeng's eyes were slightly open, and the hairband was broken, so there was ink hair dancing wildly.

Since he is already a wicked person, how can he be saved?!

Ageless Pavilion......

In this game, it will fall first.

Please!

Stepping heavily on the long dragon where the poisonous mist gathered, the young man jumped up violently, spun around from the air, and slashed diagonally with his sword.

The poisonous gas surged, causing changes in the heavens within a radius of several miles, the clouds and mist were steaming, and the green light was bleak, as if an evil demon had been born, which made people feel uneasy.

At this time, there is a cold light, like a white rainbow.

Cut this cloud to pieces.

On top of the mountain.

Zhao Guang opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything more, laughed miserably, his head was broken from his neck, and he fell directly to his feet, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't blink to death.

The sound of clothes fluttering.

Wang Anfeng landed steadily on the back of the war horse, the flames on the horse's body were fierce, the young man was holding an ink knife, and his momentum was fierce, from his surroundings, the disciples of the Immortal Pavilion who had been spared by him before, all died, and under the blade, there was no trace of life.

How do bhikshus turn wicked people to good?

The boy is looking at him.

The wicked need no degree.

Under the long knife,

It is compassion!

PS: There are some things today, so I will present the two-in-one chapter (hug the fist)

The name of the monk is the name of the monk, this place is more pleasant, anyway, An Feng is also a Shaolin disciple......

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