Exchanging injuries for injuries is one of the most common ways for warriors to fight each other. But exchanging injuries with a person who cultivates poisonous attacks is not a cost-effective thing no matter how you look at it, which is why Zhang Zhen made such a choice.

Ye Liancheng, who was poisoned by the palm, was indeed very worried, he lowered his head and looked at his chest, and after confirming that this palm did not hit the fox fur brocade made by Eryan, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then took off the brocade and withdrew it into the space ring in front of everyone.

"What do you see, don't you know that fox fur is very expensive?" Ye Liancheng sneered, fox fur is one thing, if the second woman knew that the clothes she made were damaged by Ye Liancheng in less than a day, it would be another matter.

Ye Liancheng, who patted his chest, had palpitations, but fortunately, Zhang Zhen's palm just now hit the triumph of his brocade clothes impartially, only destroying the layer of clothes inside, and did not hurt the fox fur in the slightest.

In addition to Zhang Zhen, the most angry person was Su Xingyu, she stared at Ye Liancheng with beautiful eyes, and she almost couldn't help but rush up to give this guy a bite.

Ye Liancheng has been stared at for so long, and he is used to it, just because the stinky girl's brain is not very good, so he doesn't need to pay attention to it.

Seeing that Ye Liancheng took back his clothes lightly, Zhang was shocked and angry, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, his palm skill was much stronger than when he faced Xu Zhao just now, why was this person still like a nobody?

Facing Zhang Zhen, who was full of bewilderment, Ye Liancheng smiled and said, "You can't practice this poison attack in place, why can't you even let me down?

It is well known that the cauliflower snake is not poisonous and harmless, and the kind that is found in the field only dies under the farmer's hoe.

This sentence can provoke Zhang Zhen to break the defense, the pain he has experienced in cultivating the poisonous attack is unimaginable to ordinary people, this kid actually used this method to humiliate himself, no matter what today, this person waited for Britain to die under his poisonous skills, and let him pay the price for what he said.

Zhang Zhen's palm was crunched, he didn't know what method Ye Liancheng used to get rid of the toxin of his poisonous palm, he knew that this method would definitely not last long, and then take his life.

On the other side, Mei Lao and Ning Qian were in the middle of a battle, and after learning that the treasure long knife had been refined into a smoking gun, Ning Qian, who had no intention of fighting, was like a cat teasing a mouse, and only used five points of strength to deal with Mei Lao, who was returning to the light.

When Ning Qian heard Zhang Zhen's exclamation, he obviously came to his senses, looked over there, and found that although the man in white was holding a knife that looked unsightly, it could break Zhang Zhen's claw skills, and it should be a treasure-level blade.

If you can't get the original treasure, grab another treasure and go back, so wouldn't it be good to go back and forth.

Ning Qian, whose eyes were shining, was almost about to applaud his idea, but he came back to his senses again, and there was a little more cruelty in his eyes when he looked at Mei Lao.

"You don't really think that that cigarette breaker can kill me, do you?" After that, Ning Qian snorted violently, no longer left his strength, the true qi in his body was running rapidly, and the clothes on his upper body directly exploded, leaking out his strong and powerful muscles.

Zhang Zhen, as a middle-aged man who is nearly half a hundred years old, the tendons and flesh of the upper body are still not reduced in the demeanor of the year, as the master of Baiyun Hall, although he has been cultivated by Mei Lao along the way, there are many things to fight with people, resulting in large and small scars on the upper body.

At this time, Mei Lao had lost his initial anger, smoking a dry cigarette, his heart was as calm as water, and he narrowed his eyes in the face of Zhang Zhen, who was about to use all his strength.

Sparring with people and fighting to the death are two different things, and many times, as long as you have the determination to kill, it is not impossible to complete the leapfrog kill.

Mei Lao's momentum changed completely, no longer releasing his true qi outward, but all restrained, like a poisonous snake ready to attack.

Ning Qian, on the other hand, was like a fierce tiger ready to attack, about to tear apart the thin enemy in front of him.

The confrontation between the two entered a white-hot stage, and anyone with a discerning eye knew that the battle would soon end with the death of one of the two sides, and the eyes of those watching the battle couldn't help but widen.

At the last moment, Mei Lao put down the cigarette gun in his hand, and he had smoked enough. As Ning Qian said, this is just a smoking gun, it can still be used to block a knife, if you kill someone, this thing still lacks some heat.

The saber was shattered, and they took the initiative to put down the smoking gun, and in the end, both of them chose to fight the enemy empty-handed.

Unlike Ning Qian's hands, which were clenched into real fists, Mei Lao's hands were clenched, looking weak.

"I haven't taught you this last trick, if you live, I guess you'll be able to learn it later. Mei Lao said indifferently, his restrained momentum had reached its peak.

Ning Qian smiled disdainfully, "You old man, you are still hard-mouthed when you die." ”

At the last moment, the hatred and pain were temporarily put to the back of their minds, and the two martial artists who had pursued martial arts when they were young rushed together with the intention of killing each other.

Fist to fist!

There is no doubt that Mei Lao, whose body has been emaciated to the extreme, cannot be Ning Qian's opponent.

Facing Ning Qian's sandbag-sized fist, Mei Lao's arm was directly twisted by a punch, but he didn't realize it, and his shoulder drove the dislocated arm to quickly get out of the trajectory of Ning Qian's fist.

The swaying arm was like a poisonous snake, and it suddenly came to Ning Qian's eyes.

You hurt my eye sockets with gravel, and now I will destroy your eyes with two fingers!

Mei Lao had been hiding before, the speed of his right arm had surpassed the total amount of the previous battle with Ning Qian, the arm with broken bones and dislocated joints erupted with amazing strength, and his fingers were like piercing into tofu, stabbing Ning Qian's eyes.

In an instant, Ning Qian suffered a great pain, but this could not stop him from smashing his other fist into Mei Lao's head.

The knuckles of his fist bulged slightly, and smashed into Mei Lao's temple like a battering ram.

There was no suspense, Mei Lao's head was like a watermelon, sunken from his temple.

When death was coming, the corners of Mei Lao's mouth rose slightly, if only he could fight with people like this when he was young.

The brain has been damaged, and it is impossible to cure it unless it is said to have passed through the elixir.

At the moment when Mei Lao was about to die of a crash, he urged his other hand to plunge into Ning Qian's throat from the bottom up. ，

As fast as thunder, coupled with the fact that his eyes were poked blind, Ning Qian didn't have time to react at all, and with a snort, Mei Lao's middle finger and index finger were inserted into his throat.

The next moment, the thin arm hung down, and a generation of martial arts giants, opera masters, died under the hands of the people he cultivated with his own hands...