After Murong Chuixing highlighted his presence, he didn't dare to provoke Han Yunhao and An Yanqing again, and ordered the team to stay away.

The two of them are happy to be clean and comfortable, and their daily meals are handled by the accompanying chef, so they don't have to worry about it. About two days before the battle, I finally arrived at Poppy Chestnut City, and from a distance, the whole city was like a poppy flower, and the city wall was composed of red, purple and white ores, which looked particularly delicate.

Countless poppies are planted around the city, and when the season is almost ripe, the fragrance fills the air, and the smell is dizzy and disgusting.

More than 100 knights were prepared, took out the vial, and dripped milky white juice under the tip of their noses.

Make sufficient preparations before coming, Han Yunhao is no stranger to this. Poppy chestnut is a specialty of Poppy Chestnut City, and this area is the only area in Wuhaiyuan that meets the planting conditions. The fruit of the poppy chestnut is poisonous and is necessary for the cultivation of poison exercises.

The Wanyan family specially concocted poppy liquid and sold it to other families, relying on this treasure land, they were able to accumulate the resources to land on the throne of the royal family three hundred years ago.

The poisonous gas of the poppy flower is volatile and spreads through the air, causing damage in a short time. Ordinary martial artists, even if they reach the level of the original master, if they can't protect their bodies at all times, they won't be able to bear it after smelling it for a long time.

The Wanyan family can be regarded as ruthless, capturing a large number of people for experiments, and finally researching a way to suppress toxicity.

There are green halo branches near the poppy, and there is a semicircular red in the middle of the green leaves, which is hazy like the blush on the girl's face. The rhizomes of the green halo branches are boiled into a liquid and dripped near the nose to filter poisonous gases and remove discomfort.

As the big family of Wuhaiyuan, the Murong family equipped the soldiers of the 100-man team with blue halo liquid to ensure that they had peak combat power in Poppy City.

Murong Chuixing had a splint tied to his legs, lying on horseback, his small eyes narrowed, and he secretly cursed in his heart: "The boy of the Han family, who has never been to Poppy City, was suddenly attacked by poisonous gas, and if he is not on guard, he will make a joke!"

Unfortunately, to his great disappointment, Han Yunhao's face only flashed with a trace of green energy, and he quickly returned to normal.

"The Marquis of Donghai is really powerful, and I was appointed by the system to send miners to Poppy City. The colleague who led the way, a soldier from a small tribe, deliberately did not tell me the truth. At that time, there was no blue halo fluid, but fortunately, I was already a three-fold original master, and it took three days to force out the poison gas. An Yanqing said with palpitations.

"Hmph, no wonder the patriarch doesn't accept the surrender of the people in the Nanban region, you guy is alive and well. A rider flew out of the gate with lightning and shouted.

The face of the person who came was like a crown of jade, his eyebrows were like a star, his face was radiant, and his straight body was like an iron spear.

The hundred-member team of the Murong family, under the leadership of Murong Chuixing, waved the weapons in their hands and shouted bursts of voices: "Young Lord Murong, unparalleled in the world! Young Lord Murong, unparalleled in the world!"

It turned out that this guy was Murong Xiaoyi, Han Yunhao nodded secretly, he looked really good, he could be called a rare beautiful man in the mainland, second only to Gu Feiyang.

An Yanqing clenched his fists and arched his hands, neither humble nor arrogant: "Young Master Murong, you are dedicated to exploring the Demon Beast Forest, seeking resources for your clansmen, not participating in the Civil War, and have always been respected, why are you insulting me today?"

"If it weren't for the civil strife in Xueyuan, who would be willing to abandon their hometown and settle down in Wuhaiyuan. I followed the Huyan system, as the commander of the thousand people of the Yellow Cavalry of the Southern Courtyard, bloody battlefield, charging ahead, no worse than others. ”

"Could it be that after the lord of Yelu launched a war and destroyed the three royal clans, he would still exterminate his people? Otherwise, why should the common people of Wuhaiyuan, who are also Wuhaiyuan, distinguish between those who come from the south to serve and those who are local?"

The words were sonorous and powerful, attracting the applause of the audience. Wuhaiyuan is a country with a caste system, with the major families at the top, followed by the small tribes, and the worst are the herdsmen who are suffering at the bottom.

They were obedient and never thought of resisting. However, the southern courtyard was destroyed and urgently needed to be rebuilt, and the Yelu Presbyterian Church and other families were ravening, increasing their burden, and the people were like volcanoes about to erupt, waiting for the time to come.

Under the guidance of someone with a heart, this time I can finally vent out, and everyone is scrambling and laughing.

Murong Xiaoyi's white face flushed, and the right hand that had never held the reins, the five fingers were red and white, white and red, and finally calmed down.

He looked young on the outside, but he was actually close to thirty years old, long past the age of unscrupulousness. If you really want to compete with An Yanqing, a finger killing is a relief, but the people's minds change, and the Murong family will be struggling.

Thinking of this, he deliberately turned around and asked Murong Chuixing, "Which one is the Marquis of the East China Sea, and you won't introduce me to it?"

"Outside of the gold, the defeat is in it. Han Yunhao's face sank like water, and he said coldly: "This is Wuhaiyuan's hospitality? The Murong family leads hundreds of tribes, and the dignified young master doesn't understand etiquette, so it's really ridiculous and generous!"

"Sooner or later, why bother to behave!" Murong Xiaoyi tore off the veil of hypocrisy and said proudly: "Relying on the prestige of the ancestors and the help of the Zhang family, the erector has become famous." The small one-heavy flying saint can compete with the uncle of the Mei family, but it is just a false rumor and an exaggeration. ”

"Face is obtained by strength, do you dare to fight me?" The last sentence revealed his true thoughts, and he was jealous of Han Yunhao's fame.

"Young Lord Murong, don't do it!" An Yanqing forgot about his personal honor and disgrace, stood between the two, and said, "The Marquis of the East China Sea is here to fight, and he must remain in perfect condition. If you are injured and lose to Lord Yelu, Lord Yelu will definitely not be satisfied. ”

There were seven or eight divine senses in the city, firmly locked here, and one of them changed drastically when he heard the words, fluctuated, and finally disappeared.

In a gorgeous mansion near Zhongnan Mountain, Yelu Heavy Machinery had just regained his consciousness and scolded: "This bastard turned out to be my subordinate, who said that Lao Tzu is unwilling to win, I wish that guy was seriously injured, wielded a halberd, and easily stabbed to death." ”

Suffering from the injury of the Dragon Breaking Heaven Fist Technique, he was quite a distance away from recovering his heyday, and this time his divine consciousness was injured, and the corners of his mouth were oozing blood.

An Yanqing, who was in the spotlight, didn't expect that he had inadvertently injured a five-fold flying saint.

"That's right! Master An said it so well, the five-fold flying saint and the one-fold flying saint are far from each other. ”

"Besides, that old fellow of Yelu is already sixty or seventy years old, and it is shameless enough to compete with a young man who is not yet twenty years old. ”

"I think it's better for several major families to attack together, it's shameless anyway, why pretend!"

“......”

"Haha, although Anshi's strength is weak, his character is first-class!" Han Yunhao raised his eyebrows and said indifferently: "The Flying Saint cultivated in the family greenhouse, I am not afraid of any more, just enough to warm up!"

"Boy, bold!"

Murong Chuixing's eyes were blazing, and his palm, which was ready to go, was so red that it seemed to be burning, and five air currents shot out with a sound, reaching Han Yunhao in an instant. Before the scorching original qi dissipated, five more streams of air were released, and the speed and technique broke through under the anger.

"Native chicken tile dog!" Han Yunhao smiled and said, "Jiuyang refers to the practice of quick success, the fire is too big, I will extinguish the fire for you!"

He slapped his right palm, and the invading air flow exploded, pressing Murong Chuixing's body to sink.