"I'll take you to see how they're doing. ”

Deacon Xie took Ye Hao and the others to the place where the medicine farmers lived, and there were three thousand medicine farmers to take care of this land, and the place where they lived was like a small village.

Originally, this village was supposed to be harmonious and peaceful, living a life free from the world, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

But a plague swept in, making them incapacitated, and the whole village was a little desolate, which made people feel inexplicable grief and sorrow.

"This force is definitely not a natural formation, but someone deliberately did it. ”

Ye Hao's face was heavy, strictly speaking, this power should be the prototype of the true domain of the Innate Great Perfection Martial Artist, condensed into a plague realm.

However, this side of the plague realm is more than the ordinary martial arts true domain rudimentary. Moreover, Ye Hao glanced at the entire village, but he never noticed that there was a master of the Innate Great Perfection hidden here.

After a while, Deacon Xie and Ye Hao came to the place where the crowd of people gathered in the village, where many medicine farmers were pale, and there were wisps of black lines on their cheeks, which were hideous and terrifying.

Among this group of medicine farmers, there was an old man with a white beard, who sometimes frowned, sometimes sighed, and kept watching the medicine farmer's symptoms.

"Old Zhou, how's the progress?"

Although Deacon Xie could guess from the other party's expression, he still asked.

"It's not good, these days, the old rotten tea doesn't think about it, I don't want to eat, but I still haven't been able to find a way to crack it. ”

There was a trace of shame and self-blame between Old Zhou's words, he was a real pharmacist, but he couldn't even solve this little problem, which made him deeply blame himself.

In the past few days, a small number of medicine farmers have turned into a pool of black blood because of the plague. This made him feel even more sad and guilty.

"Deacon Xie, who are these two?"

Zhou Lao's eyes fell on Ye Hao and the others, and he felt that these two people were not as simple as they seemed on the outside.

"She is Cheng Feiyan, a disciple of Elder Qi. ”

Deacon Xie introduced Zhou Lao, and Zhou Lao couldn't help but be solemn when he heard this. For this disciple of Elder Qi. He had heard a little about it, and knew that his alchemy level was still above him, so he didn't dare to rely on his age.

"This is the first place in this alchemy conference, Ye Hao!"

When Deacon Xie introduced Ye Hao, Old Zhou was not surprised in his heart: "My God, I heard that the first place in this alchemy conference has refined the ninth-order best spirit pill, I didn't expect this person to be so young. Having such attainments in alchemy is really rare to see in a hundred years, no, it is an alchemy genius that is rare to see in a thousand years. ”

"If I can get the guidance of the two of them, maybe the old man, my alchemy level can go further, and I am expected to hit the position of alchemy master. ”

Zhou Lao secretly said in his heart, his face was respectful, and he introduced the situation of this plague to the two of them: "This plague started three days ago. So far, about a thousand medicine farmers have been ravaged by the plague. There was no warning. It seems to appear for no reason, which is really weird. ”

"Have you ever found out the cause of this plague?"

Cheng Feiyan frowned slightly, this is the task assigned to her by the master, if she can't complete it, it's not easy to go back.

And, witnessing the miserable condition of so many medicine farmers. She couldn't help but feel compassion in her heart.

Zhou Lao shook his head and sighed: "No, but according to the old man's speculation, this plague may have been committed by a certain demon master!"

"Have you provoked any enemies?"

Ye Hao suddenly asked, even if he is a person in the Demon Dao, he should not hurt people for no reason. What's more, these medicine farmers can barely be regarded as people from the Xiandan Sect.

And in the huge Guang'an County, there are very few martial artists who dare to go against the Xiandanmen, and if it weren't for the reason, no one would have done such an unwise thing.

Deacon Xie and Zhou Lao both shook their heads in unison, saying that they had never provoked any enemies, so this matter was a little strange.

Ye Hao's eyes fell on a young man who was plague-ridden, his face was pale, and between his eyebrows, there were wisps of black qi running around.

The man was weak, slumped to the ground, looking weak, and it could be seen from his expression that he was suffering from extreme pain.

At a glance, Ye Hao had a clear understanding of this person's situation. Not only did this person have a faint aura of plague, but even the void of this village was filled with a faint aura of plague, as if wisps of black qi were hiding in the void and constantly scurrying.

These black qi are the source of the plague, eroding the body and corroding the spirit, and this is because the young man is an acquired quadruple martial artist, and his qi and blood are one point stronger than ordinary people, so he can barely support until now.

Otherwise, before Ye Hao arrived, he would have turned into a pool of blood. Ye Hao stretched out his hand and grabbed the young man's arm.

His grasp was not a simple palm, but contained the mystery of the eighteen styles of the cloak and the Rongtian handprint. If someone can see through the young man's body, they will find that in his body, the invisible air currents are intertwined, condensing into a handprint of air flow, grabbing towards wisps of black qi.

But those black qi were extraordinary, not only could they erode flesh and blood, but even the mysteries that Ye Hao had made with the eighteenth style of his cloak could erode them, and his airflow handprints did not last for a moment, and they collapsed under the erosion of black qi.

"Stand back!"

Ye Hao said to Cheng Feiyan and the others, his eyes looked around the audience, and in his field of vision, there were nearly a thousand people lying horizontally and vertically. The situation of these people is precarious, and if they continue to delay, they may not be able to hold out for a few days.

Ye Hao sat cross-legged, and he sat down at random like this, giving people the illusion that he was out of reach, as if he had turned into a mountain, which was unattainable.

"Such a profound martial arts attainment, this person is not only proficient in alchemy, but also has an amazing talent in martial arts!"

Zhou Lao didn't know what words to use to describe Ye Hao, because Ye Hao just sat down cross-legged casually, giving him an irresistible illusion. If the two of them fought and before they could make a move, he would be shocked back by Ye Hao's momentum.

"Whew!"

Ye Hao exhaled lightly, his eyes raised slightly, and behind him, a round of life and death roulette slowly rose, lifelike, vivid, and full of vitality.

Buzz!

The forces of life and death are intertwined, turning into the true realm of life and death, covering a radius of hundreds of zhang, and this space is transformed into a black and white world.

"It turns out that he is a genuine Innate Great Perfection martial artist, no wonder I can't bring up the slightest idea of resisting, old man. ”

Zhou Lao is no stranger to the means of the Innate Great Perfection, and at this time, Ye Hao showed the means of the Innate Great Perfection, but he thought it was normal.

"How many secrets are you still hiding?"

Cheng Feiyan's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance, the alchemy master, and the innate Great Perfection of martial arts cultivation all proved Ye Hao's amazing talent. (To be continued.) )