"Hahaha, that's good, since that's the case, I won't stay with Ling Xiaoyou for a long time. When you first arrive in China, you should enjoy the great rivers and mountains of China. Moreover, Dean Ye was gracious and sent someone to invite me to the banquet, and the old man may be out of company. Shang Qingyun said with a smile.

"It just so happens that the juniors also have some things to go back to deal with, so I'll leave first. Shang Xianzun, the green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, we will have a period in the future!" Seeing that Shang Qingyun had already issued an order to expel guests, Ling also took this opportunity to leave. Thinking of this, Ling Lang said with a smile and clenched his fists.

Leaving the southern courtyard of the Elder Pavilion, Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief, he turned his head to look at the immortal cloud-shrouded floor, the smile on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by endless indifference. Today's experience was like an illusory nightmare, and until this point, Ling still felt a little unreal. Although Shang Qingyun is a realm of immortals, he does not have the slightest immortal righteousness on his body, but is gloomy and hypocritical, which makes people's hearts palpitate. He finally understood that the gap between himself and these so-called high-ranking immortals was too great, and the other party could do whatever it took to kill for the sake of the end, even at the expense of his conscience. This kind of ruthless and desperate behavior is simply outrageous, and the soles of the feet are cold. There was a complicated look in Ling's eyes, he was worried, worried that when he reached their heights one day, he would be just as cold-blooded, cruel, and tyrannical as they were.

Ling dragged his tired body back to his resting place in a daze, he had already suffered internal injuries from the battle with Yuwen Longteng in the afternoon, although he was no longer seriously injured after healing, but his body was extremely weak. Later, he was invited by Shang Qingyun to go to the resting place of the cultivators of the Heavenly Hidden Realm, where he witnessed the hypocrisy and cruelty of an immortal, and a series of events exhausted Ling Xin's strength, he just wanted to find a place to be alone and quiet. However, with Xiao Hei and the others' friendship with him, they would definitely not let Ling Anxin fall asleep. Sure enough, seeing Ling returning, Xiao Hei hurriedly greeted him.

"Xiao, that old fox didn't do anything to you, did he? Wu Fatzi said that the surname Shang wanted to propose marriage to you, is it true? Isn't the girl who proposed to you beautiful?" Ling had just walked into the courtyard, and Xiao Hei asked in a chattering voice. Like that, like a woman with a long tongue.

After listening to Xiao Hei's words, Ling Yi's head was black, he had a secret conversation with Shang Qingyun just now, it could be said that he was walking on thin ice, and he was frightened step by step, how could he suddenly say that he was talking about kissing in Xiao Hei's mouth? Ling shook his head helplessly, and told a few people what had happened before.

"What? This old thing killed his apprentice in front of you in order to win you over?" Ling's words surprised Wu Dao and the others, and Xiao Hei's eyes widened even more, revealing a look of disbelief. He swallowed hard and asked in surprise.

With Shang Qingyun's personality, it is not surprising that he can do such a ruthless thing. It's just that I don't know if your ancestors are still willing to let you really return to the Ling family at this moment, and you use the Nine Heavens Ling family as a cover, it's not a long-term solution. After being surprised, Wu Dao said with a frown.

"It's come to this point, we can only take one step at a time. By the way, tomorrow will be the battle between the disciples of the Poison King Department and the Medical Department, which force do you think will win this time?" Ling put aside Shang Qingyun's matter, turned his head and asked softly to Xiao Hei and the others.

"Huaxia is full of people who are skilled in art, and medical skills are also the only category in Huaxia that can be practiced not only by cultivators and ordinary people, so the competition between the cultivators of the medical department will definitely be a dragon and a tiger fight, and I dare not speculate on who will kill the deer. However, there should be no suspense about the winner of the poison king department

, with him entering, it will inevitably make other forces fearful, because this person's poison skills are the best in the world, and no one in China can beat it. Wu Dao shook his head, as if he had thought of someone, he sighed and whispered to Ling.

"Oh, there is such a master among our peers? Who is he? From what sect and sect? Why are you so full of praise for him?" Hearing Wu Dao's high evaluation of this person, Ling was also aroused, although he didn't know poison, he also knew the horror of using poison.

Seeing the curious gazes of Ling and the others, Wu Dao no longer hung everyone's appetite, he raised his hand to the west and said softly: "That person is the descendant of the Poison King Valley, that is, Tu Lie's disciple. Because Tu Lie had no descendants in his life, he was very fond of this disciple. Although this person is only seventeen or eighteen years old, he has long been famous in China. No one knew the name of Tu Lie's disciple, only that everyone else called him the Ten Thousand Poison Prince. This Ten Thousand Poison Son worshiped under Tu Lie's door at the age of seven, and it took only one year to cultivate the Poison Sutra to the Transformation Realm, you know, he was an eight-year-old child at that time! Because considering that the hostile forces would attack this Ten Thousand Poison Prince, Tu Lie recalled him back to the Poison King Valley, and hid it for ten years, until the beginning of this year, he was reborn. ”

"An eighteen-year-old boy, how can it be as exaggerated as you say!" Hearing Wu Dao's praise for the Ten Thousand Poison Son, Xiao Hei pursed his thick lips and said disdainfully. He has always been very arrogant, and he doesn't believe that this poisonous son is really as amazing as Wu Dao said.

"I have also heard of this poisonous son, that incident happened ten years ago, when I was practicing with my master in the Western Desert, and suddenly I heard that a group of robbers suddenly appeared on the border between Zhongzhou and the Southern Wilderness, they burned and looted, and the methods were murderous, specializing in robbing some medium-sized families, because this group of people cooperated tacitly and was well-trained, so that the nearby dynasties and sects were helpless against them. Several forces tried to join forces to wipe it out, but in the end they all failed and suffered heavy casualties. Because of this matter, the nearby imperial dynasty also specially issued a reward order in Huaxia, as long as this gang of robbers can be exterminated, endless treasures will be offered. But because many forces have suffered a lot at the hands of this gang of robbers, no one dares to encircle and suppress them for a long time. At that time, suddenly a teenager broke into the mountains occupied by the robbers alone under the blue sky and daylight, and it took him only a quarter of an hour to kill all the robbers. When the nearby dynasty sent troops to investigate, they found that the group of robbers were bleeding and died in a terrifying manner. Later, after an imperial medical examination, it was found that these people were all poisoned, and the medicine that poisoned them was not refined from some rare and exotic herbs, but collected the most common herbs in the mountains and blended them with those forty-nine herbs. The person who killed that gang of robbers was the Ten Thousand Poison Prince. Hearing Wu Dao's words, Shi Chen's eyes suddenly froze, remembered the rumors many years ago, and said to a few people.

"Little monk, monks are not allowed to gossip, at that time, the Ten Thousand Poisons Son was only seven or eight years old, right? With his own strength, how could he kill all the terrifying robbers in just a quarter of an hour?" Ling was a little unconvinced.

"The little monk really didn't lie to you, I also heard about that. There are not many people on the Huaxia Continent who can have such profound poisonous skills at the age of seven or eight, and this person's appearance is particularly recognizable, so he must be the son of ten thousand poisons. Wu Dao shook his head and said with a firm gaze.

"Everyone, what are you studying? What is recognizable?" At this moment, a laugh suddenly came from the courtyard gate, and Ling and the others turned their heads to look

, found that You Long and Huang Shengtong just came to their residence, and what you said just now was said by You Long.

"We are talking about the masters of the Heavenly Poison King Department and the Department of Medicine, and we mentioned the Ten Thousand Poison Prince, Xiao and Xiao Hei don't believe it, and the little monk and I are explaining it to them!" You Long and the others have become friends with Ling and the others to talk about everything, and seeing the arrival of the two, Wu Dao explained.

"Ten Thousand Poisonous Son?!" Hearing this name, You Long and Huang Shengtong glanced at each other, and their faces showed strange looks. There was bewilderment in their expressions, as if the matter did not need to be argued. And the face that held back a smile in the calm made Ling even more puzzled.

"We can guarantee that Brother Shichen and Brother Wu definitely did not lie to you, this Ten Thousand Poisons Prince is indeed very special, if you don't believe it, you will know when you see him tomorrow. Seeing Ling's face, You Long came to the side of several people, he maintained a strange look and chuckled.

Out of curiosity about this mysterious Ten Thousand Poison Prince, Ling and the others finished freshening up early the next morning and came to the stands of Phoenix Terrace, waiting for the appearance of the Ten Thousand Poison Prince. Ling and Xiao Hei wanted to know what the holy son of Ten Thousand Poisons was, who everyone was familiar with.

Because the exchange between the Dao and Dharma departments had ended, Lei Zixiu and He Jiuzhi summoned the disciples of the Poison King Department and the Medical Department to the Phoenix Terrace, and let everyone draw lots to decide their respective appearance order, just like the previous Dao Law Department. Because this is the second round of competition, the two elders are already familiar with the road. And the disciples of the Poison King Department and the disciples of the Department of Medicine of all forces also know what to do, so the lottery in this field seems to be extraordinarily regular. As for the old man among the people of the Three Realms who came to Huaxia, he was arranged to sit at the bottom of the cliff and sit around the deans of the three major academies. And their disciples also found a resting place in the stands. They only watched the battle with the Immortal Venerables of the Three Realms, and they were not qualified to enter the competition. Ye Ruyu also has her own ideas about doing this, all the immortal cultivators are arrogant, and she hopes that through the grand event, the immortal cultivators will restrain their temper.

And when Lei Zixiu and He Zhizhi finished counting the order of the disciples who entered the entrance and read the name of the Ten Thousand Poison Prince, Xiao Hei and Ling looked towards the Phoenix Platform at the same time. When they saw the thin cultivator on the stage clearly, Ling and the others finally understood why You Long's face was so strange yesterday.

This poisonous boy is about six feet tall, short in stature, and has a thin body, even to the extent of skin and bones. His skin was slightly dark, his face was sallow, and he looked weak and sickly. A pair of figure-eight eyebrows drooped from the corners of his eyes, his eyes were also one big and one small, and his nose was small, but he had a huge mouth big enough to swallow a goose egg. Ten Thousand Poison Gongzi was dressed in a yellow robe, wrapping his thin body tightly, and looking from the side, Ling found that Ten Thousand Poison Gongzi was still hunchbacked, his back was high up, like the hump of a camel.

Ling didn't know how to describe the appearance of the Ten Thousand Poison Prince, if it could be replaced by one word, it should be extremely ugly. However, Ling also saw another thing, that is, there were no cultivators within one zhang centered on the Ten Thousand Poison Prince. Even the two elders of Fenglin Academy didn't seem to be willing to approach him. There was no disdain, no disgust, and no disgust in the eyes of people looking at the prince of ten thousand poisons, but they were full of strong jealousy and a little awe.

"People can't look good, although this Ten Thousand Poison Boy has a strange appearance, but his cultivation is probably not below me!" Ling felt a trace of creepy oppression emanating from the Ten Thousand Poison Prince's body, and muttered to himself in a deep voice.