Chapter 892: Waste Antidote

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The gunshots were deafening, and the sound did not stop, and everyone checked to see if they had been shot, only Wu Zhiyuan stared at Jin Zhuni. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Kim Joo-ni had a smile on her face, but now the smile froze, and she covered her right shoulder with her left hand, and blood was already flowing out between her fingers.

"Which despicable villain secretly shot and injured someone?" Kim Joo Ni turned to look around and scolded sharply.

Wu Zhiyuan smiled helplessly, in fact, he had long known who this person was, and he had expected that this person would shoot, but this person had been slow to act, and Wu Zhiyuan couldn't wait.

As soon as Jin Zhuni's voice fell, all the disciples of the Black Descending Sect present looked left and right, and at this moment, a wild laughter sounded from behind the crowd, and everyone looked behind them, dodged a path, and a person walked out slowly, holding a shell gun in his hand, and there was a trace of green smoke from the muzzle.

"You? Yang Chengzong! Jin Zhuni recognized Yang Chengzong, with a surprised expression on his face, and said angrily, "As the head of the Maoshan Sect, you ignore the danger of the Maoshan faction, but you hide in the dark to hurt people and spread it, and you are not afraid of the shame of the people in the rivers and lakes?" ā€

Yang Chengzong glanced at Wu Zhiyuan and Zhang Zefang one by one, and finally stopped his gaze on Jin Zhuni, and said with a smile: "This is wrong, if I had ignored the danger of the Maoshan faction, I wouldn't have fired this shot just now, what do you need to talk about in the open and the dark to deal with a demon girl like you?" ā€

"You ......" Jin Zhuni was trembling with anger, but she was helpless, she covered the gunshot wound on her shoulder, and waited for Yang Chengzong viciously.

Yang Chengzong snorted coldly, glanced at Jin Zhuni with disdain, turned to Wu Zhiyuan, and said with a smile: "How about it, Senior Nephew Wu, it's not too late for me to shoot this time, right?" ā€

Wu Zhiyuan sneered, at this time half of his body was already numb, at this speed, within half an hour, the venom would be all over his body, he said coldly: "I know that if you don't urge Jin Zhuni to give me the antidote, you won't shoot." ā€

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Zefang understood Wu Zhiyuan's good intentions.

It turned out that Wu Zhiyuan had long known that Yang Chengzong was hiding in the dark with a gun, and he pretended to give in to Jin Zhuni to ask for an antidote, just to force Yang Chengzong to attack Jin Zhuni, because with Yang Chengzong's character, Jin Zhuni would never be allowed to give Wu Zhiyuan an antidote. Wu Zhiyuan is a stumbling block to his occupation of Maoshan Mountain, and it is also an obstacle to his fame, he has long regarded Wu Zhiyuan as a thorn in the flesh.

"Haha, Master Wu's nephew is really smart!" Yang Chengzong laughed proudly when he heard this, "I did plan to wait for you to die of poison before showing up to clean up this demon girl, but I can't watch you take this demon girl's antidote and be at the mercy of this demon girl in the future, so I will stand up in advance and help Master Wu's nephew you!" ā€

When Zhang Zefang heard Yang Chengzong's words, he immediately became angry, and he was about to rush forward when he pulled out the Blood Shadow Demon Knife, he had never been afraid of Yang Chengzong, and now it was the same.

Seeing this, Yang Chengzong immediately pulled the trigger, only to hear a "bang", and the bullet hit Zhang Zefang's feet, splashing dirt everywhere.

"Zhang Zefang, you give me honesty!" The corners of Yang Chengzong's mouth twitched, and he ordered, "Throw the Blood Shadow Demon Knife in your hand!" ā€

Zhang Zefang stood in place, although he was very angry, but he had no choice but to do so, and threw the Blood Shadow Demon Knife at Yang Chengzong's feet.

Yang Chengzong picked up the Blood Shadow Demon Knife, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, and let out a "tsk" exclamation from his mouth.

At this time, Jin Zhuni suddenly sneered a few times, and the laughter was heart-numbing.

"What are you laughing at?" Yang Chengzong looked at Jin Zhuni and asked.

"It turns out that I'm just a fool who was teased, Wu Zhiyuan, I underestimated you." Jin Zhuni looked at Wu Zhiyuan coldly, his eyes as if he wanted to kill someone.

"You didn't underestimate me, you underestimated him." Wu Zhiyuan looked at Yang Chengzong and said, "The disciple of Maoshan actually used firearms to protect himself, you are not worthy of being the heir of Maoshan!" ā€

Yang Chengzong sneered disapprovingly and said, "Didn't you also use the Blood Shadow Demon Knife to defend yourself?" Any firearms and weapons are just the extension of limbs, so you don't want to laugh at 50 steps and laugh at 100 steps. ā€

As soon as the words fell, Jin Zhuni angrily reprimanded: "None of the two of you is a good thing, one is scheming, the other is secretly shooting and hurting people, and all of you stinky Taoist priests of the Maoshan faction are raccoon dogs!" ā€

"Senior nephew Wu, did you hear that? This demon girl slanders the reputation of our Maoshan faction so much, you can still stand here as if nothing happened? Yang Chengzong didn't feel ashamed at all, and actually ridiculed Wu Zhiyuan in turn.

Wu Zhiyuan let out a sneer in his heart, and was about to ridicule Yang Chengzong, but at this moment, Yang Chengzong suddenly raised the gun that had been hanging down, and without saying a word, he pulled the trigger on Jin Zhuni.

The shot hit Kim Joo-ni in the left shoulder, her hand tucked into her arms.

"Throw your gun over here!" Yang Chengzong ordered.

Jin Zhuni was shot in both shoulders, and she was already a little weak, she gritted her teeth and took out a shell gun from her arms and threw it at Yang Chengzong.

The shell gun fell at Yang Chengzong's feet, Yang Chengzong pinned the Blood Shadow Demon Knife to his back and waist, picked up the gun with his free hand, and pinned it into his belt.

"I didn't show up because I was afraid of you. You are doing something wrong in our Maoshan Mountain, how can I be easy to be presumptuous? So I've long been observing your every move clearly in the dark, and I want to draw a gun under my nose, you really underestimate me! Yang Chengzong sneered, his face sank, and he ordered, "Throw Wu Zhiyuan's antidote over too!" ā€

Jin Zhuni looked at Yang Chengzong viciously, she was vicious, but today she met an opponent, enduring the pain of gunshot wounds on both arms, Jin Zhuni took out a paper bag folded of straw paper from his arms and threw it to Yang Chengzong.

Yang Chengzong grabbed the paper bag in his hand, and immediately smiled, looking at Wu Zhiyuan triumphantly, while opening the paper bag layer by layer.

"Senior nephew Wu, this is the antidote you want." Yang Chengzong opened the paper bag, looked at the gray powder in the paper bag, and then flipped his palm and spilled all the antidote on the ground.

A gust of wind blew, and the powder was blown everywhere, and it was no longer possible to collect it.

"Yang Chengzong, you ......" Zhang Zefang looked at Yang Chengzong angrily, so angry that he couldn't say a word.

Seeing this, Jin Zhuni nodded slowly, and sighed playfully: "I, Jin Zhuni, am ruthless, but I didn't expect that there are more vicious people in this world than me. ā€

As soon as the words fell, Yang Chengzong laughed proudly, and he seemed to regard Jin Zhuni's words as a compliment, rather than sarcasm and curse.

Jin Zhuni smiled, made a flattering appearance, and said softly: "Yang Zhangjiao, I still have a bag here, do you want to give it to you too?" ā€