After saying this, Xia Sheng didn't wait for Huai'an to respond, so he took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it over.

When Xia Sheng left the Changshui Inn, he brought a total of three poisons with him, with different poisons, strong and weak, for example, when he was at Uncle Li's house, the bottle of dark red poisonous mist used on Brother Jing only had the effect of causing him to be unconscious, but the small black bottle that he threw at Mo Lin earlier was a full five hundred strains of "Dizangling" highly poisonous!

It was the most toxic medicine that Xia Sheng could make at this stage.

In addition, Xia Sheng also had three bottles of restorative potion on his body, and when he was in the carriage, he gave Huai'an a bottle to help him recover some of his vitality, and thanks to the medicinal effect of that bottle of medicine, Huai'an was able to reluctantly exert a sword qi to deter Cheng Liran.

And at this moment, Xia Sheng handed the second bottle into Huai'an's hands.

This is actually a very helpless thing, because he only has a total of six bottles of medicine on him, and now he has not even reached Maoling County, so there are only two bottles left.

It can only be said that Xia Sheng's luck is too bad.

Now he has become a spiritual and martial dual cultivator, a martial arts and a general, and a spiritual master realm, according to common sense, he already has enough capital to gain a foothold in this world, but on the contrary, the enemies he has encountered are stronger than himself.

White Horse Town is just a small town with limited resources, and Xia Sheng thinks that with Kang Wuwei escorting him along the way, he should not encounter too much danger, so the potions he configures are at the highest according to the standard of the king level.

This level of elixir, exhausted the resources of the entire White Horse Town, coupled with the cultivation of Yaori White Spring, Xia Sheng only made twelve bottles.

The other six bottles have been left behind in Blackwater Town, and if there is no accident, I am afraid that they would have been destroyed in the fire of the Changshui Inn.

But even if there were only six bottles of medicine left, if it was just for him alone, it would be more than enough.

It is not easy to cultivate, even if you look at the entire Dajin Dynasty, the number of king-level powerhouses will not exceed three hundred, and it is already difficult for Xia Sheng to encounter one or two king-level enemies, and at that time, he only needs to sacrifice the Jizo Ling, and he will definitely be able to sneak attack successfully.

Just like he did to Brother Jing and Mo Lin.

In addition, the three bottles of Tiannan Dew in Xia Sheng's hand, for his current realm, no matter how seriously injured he was, he only needed to take a small sip to heal instantly.

But this kind of medicinal effect, if it is placed in front of a strong person in the Martial Venerable Realm, it is a little insufficient.

Huai'an drank a whole bottle for the first time, and in the end, he only condensed a wisp of his thin sword qi, although he frightened Cheng Liran in a short period of time, but he was still exposed under Mo Lin's investigation.

Presumably, even if Xia Sheng gave Huai'an all three bottles of medicine, he probably wouldn't be able to recover half of his strength.

But in the next action, Xia Sheng needed Huai'an's help very much.

He knew better than anyone how big the gap was between himself and a Spirit Emperor Realm powerhouse, and he would definitely not be able to win with the swords in the hands of Poor Sang and Huai'an alone.

Being able to use a bottle of Dizang Ling to sneak attack Mo Lin and kill it instantaneously is already a lot of luck in it, and it is tantamount to a fantasy to use these small means to plot against a Spirit Emperor.

So he had to rely on Huai'an's power.

Even if Huai'an could only condense one inch of sword qi, it was also a supreme-level power!

After arranging everything, Xia Sheng and Huai'an did not leave this place, but each found a favorable position to hide their figures, and the next thing they needed to do was wait.

Wait for Cheng Liran to send it to the door.

This is not a gamble, nor is it a test of luck, but something that will happen.

Once it is found that the three of them have not returned for a long time, Cheng Liran will definitely come to check.

At that time, it will be the best opportunity for Xia Sheng and Huai'an.

Who would have thought that this kind of wait would be waited for almost half an hour, but Cheng Liran never appeared.

Fortunately, whether it is Xia Sheng or Huai'an, they are not a person who lacks patience, in the past half an hour, Huai'an's breath of life is getting weaker and weaker, and his sense of existence is getting weaker and weaker, as if he has completely integrated into this night, and he is like a dead man who is about to step into the netherworld.

But Xia Sheng did the opposite, not to mention Cheng Liran, even if Xiao Zhen was here, he could feel that the meaning of life exuded by Xia Sheng was extremely vigorous, like a lighthouse in the dark night, illuminating the entire forest.

After another period of time, a slight sound of footsteps finally sounded in the forest, however, the first to appear in the field was not Cheng Liran himself, but a thorn with a dark cyan brilliance!

The manthorns burst through the air, and immediately dyed the air within a radius of ten zhang into a dark color, which was shocking, and the grass on the ground withered rapidly, died, and turned into a handful of ashes, and fell on the loess, as if a layer of ash was covered on it.

Then, Cheng Liran slowly appeared.

After coming to the field, Cheng Liran's eyes were immediately attracted by the current corpse, and he didn't even pay the slightest attention to the ballista on the side.

At this time, there was not only one corpse on the ground, but there were also some killers who had previously released crossbow arrows, but Cheng Liran still recognized Mo Lin at the first time.

He stepped forward and looked at Mo Lin's unrecognizable corpse from a distance of a foot, and a ray of gloom slowly appeared on his face.

Cheng Liran is a master of using poison, and the three-headed spirit beasts he has warmed in his body are all related to poison, so he can easily see that Mo Lin was poisoned by someone.

And just by virtue of the residual smell in the air, Cheng Liran had already identified that the main ingredient in it was Jizo Ling.

Almost subconsciously, Cheng Liran thought of Xia Sheng.

There are two reasons for this.

First of all, Huai'an doesn't know how to use poison, and secondly, Cheng Liran has detoxified Brother Jing, so he knows that Xia Sheng has extraordinary attainments in the path of poison.

However, why did that Shantang guest named Xia Sheng kill Mo Lin?

Huai An frowned, his eyes swept to a piece of clothing not far away, and he didn't reach out to pick it up, but stood in place and observed it carefully.

If he was not mistaken, this piece of clothing should have been torn off Huai'an's body, and there was a little bright red on it, judging from its section, it was not cut by the soft sword in Mo Lin's hand, but more like it was torn by brute force.

Looking in the direction of the scattered clothing, there was still a faint line of blood on the ground, which seemed to lead to the depths of the woods.

Seeing this, Huai An's doubts were even stronger, because he couldn't deduce what had happened here before, and he didn't believe that that guy named Xia Sheng could poison Mo Lin with his own strength and then hit Huai An hard.

There must be something strange in this.

So he didn't follow the blood line, but slowly turned around and looked somewhere behind him.

There, there is an extremely vigorous vitality, like a torch lit in the night, guiding people in the direction of the lost.

Cheng Liran didn't dare to slack off, and immediately summoned the three-headed emperor-level spirit beasts in his body, the Northern Stygian Cold Scorpion and the Two-Headed Stone Python were on his left and right, and the fist-sized purple bone bee was hovering behind him, and the pure black tail needle was glowing with poison, which was breathtaking.

After making sufficient preparations, Cheng Liran took a cautious step and came to the incomparably thick breath of life.

But it turned out that it was not a person who was hiding there.

It's a tree.

A spirit tree covered in bright orange light.

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