Chapter Forty-Eight: A Ride for You

"There must be hidden weapons in the Treasure Pavilion, everyone be careful, don't bang anything, and don't make any noise, remember!"

"Okay!" After the remaining few people answered, they jumped up and rushed towards the direction of the Treasure Pavilion, and behind them, the slightly cruel eyes of the middle-aged man were staring at them tightly, so that they did not dare to slack off in the slightest. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Now for them, the left and right are the same result, it is better to go to the Treasure Pavilion to fight. At least there, even if something unfortunate happens, there won't be too much pain. And if they dare to take a step back, the middle-aged man behind them will definitely leave them with an indelible impression for the rest of their lives!

"Shhhh Finding a dimly lit corner far from the place where there was a candle flame, several people jumped lightly inside. And at that moment, a small pebble suddenly appeared in the darkness and hit one of them on the ankle.

"Uh!" suddenly felt a pain in his feet, and although the man who was hit couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, he still couldn't help but touch the window next to him. Although it didn't touch the trap, it inevitably made a slight muffled crashing sound.

"Who?"

A very slight sound suddenly came from his ears, even if he was far away, the sound was very weak, and it was difficult to escape Han Anding's ears. Han Ding'an, who had originally closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, staring at the place where the sound had just come out. The right hand silently held the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled it up!

Accidentally made a little sound, even if it was a long distance away from Han Ding'an, the faces of these people in the corner of the wall still changed in unison. For a moment, several people didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of making another noise.

"Uh, uh!" Just as time passed, and even the men thought they had escaped, a blade with an icy killing intent suddenly appeared, piercing through one of them's chest and sinking into the wall behind him. The blade of the sword continued unabated, and it was inserted directly into the wall, leaving only a small inch of the blade and hilt to be seen.

In just the blink of an eye, Han Dingan's figure appeared in front of the remaining people. The thought of fear had just risen, and several people had not waited for a shout. I saw a cold light flash, and then several people felt a sharp pain in their necks almost at the same time. Immediately afterwards, I felt that the power in my body seemed to be dissipating little by little, and everything in front of me was gradually blurred!

"Hmph, jumping clown!" Wiping the blood stains on the blade of the sword, Han Ding'an left here without looking back, and in an instant, he stood in front of the door of Zhao Yi's retreat house again, and continued to close his eyes, as if nothing had happened just now.

What Han Ding'an didn't know was that just when he was making a move, in Han Wenqing's room not far away, an uninvited guest quietly arrived. Taking advantage of the moment when a few people made a sound just now, he calmly rushed in, and ran out calmly while Han Dingan made a move. And when he came out again, there was already an extra figure in his hand.

"Huh, it's really the drug boy who was taken away!" Then a glimmer of light saw the appearance of the young man he was holding in his hand, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but show an excited expression on his face, as if he thought of something exciting.

"I didn't expect it to be so easy to get it, so the master will definitely reward it....... Uh, uh!"

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and subconsciously let go of his hand. The young man in his hand also fell to the ground, but the young man, who originally seemed unconscious, suddenly rolled on the ground and distanced himself from the middle-aged man. He still held a bloodstained dagger in his hand, and when he got up, a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

The middle-aged man raised his eyes and looked coldly at the young man not far away, but when he looked at the young man, his heart trembled slightly. He was facing a pair of eyes full of hatred, and even those eyes that he had experienced in a hundred battles couldn't help but feel a little weak at this moment!

"I just sprinkled the ecstasy, how can you, how can you still be awake?"

"How could I still be awake? Since I entered your Hundred Poison Gate, I have been poisoned by you, and my body has been soaked in a hundred poisons by you day and night. Those painful days and nights are still fresh in my memory!"

"After my father accidentally learned the truth, he risked his life to break into your hundred poisons and rescue me with serious injuries. I thought I would never have a chance to take revenge, but I didn't expect my father to finally come to this treasure pavilion and find a cure for me!"

"You can't imagine it, the pavilion master gave me a Xuan-level high-level exercise 'Hundred Sources Poison Sutra', which can absorb the essence of a hundred poisons for my own use and help me refine the poison in this body. From now on, I can refine even the poisonous seeds you planted, and what can I do with this kind of poison. These poisons are just nourishment for my practice, and your ecstasy can't help me at all!"

"It turns out that you were all pretending before, but you are kind-hearted, even I have been deceived!"

"So what?" Smiling slightly, Han Wenqing said coldly, "If I don't pretend to be a little bit like that, how can I fool you!"

"Heheha, but what can you do if you pretend to be so hard?" glanced at Han Wenqing with disdain, the middle-aged man couldn't help laughing loudly, and then said loudly, "Do you really think that this little injury can help me?"

"This Treasure Pavilion is really hateful, it actually gave you the technique of refining poisonous seeds, so I can't let you continue. Poison boy, you are a member of my hundred poison sect for a day, and you will not be able to get rid of it for the rest of your life. Our sect has spent so much manpower and material resources for you, and it is about to be completed, how can I let you escape so easily!"

"Go back with me, or I'll ....... Uh, ah!" A lot of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth at some point, and he wiped his hand on the corner of his mouth, and then looked at the light, and the color of shock suddenly climbed up the face of the middle-aged man. Even he didn't know when black blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

A sharp pain then spread from the wound to the limbs, and it only took a short time to spread to the whole body. The strength was being withdrawn from the body little by little, and the middle-aged man finally couldn't help but collapse to the ground. The palm of his hand struggled weakly for a while, and finally fell heavily to the ground, but his eyes were still staring at Han Wenqing fiercely.

"The elite of the Hundred Poison Sect, the eldest disciple of the three elders?" a slight sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, Han Wenqing looked at the other party with pity and said lightly, "I forgot to tell you that I quenched poison on the dagger, and it was the poison that the pavilion master gave me to use for cultivation!"

"This poison is very toxic, but unfortunately the poison onset is too slow. But once this poison attacks, let alone you, even if your master comes, it may not be able to resist it, so it's to blame you for being careless!"

A sinister smile appeared on his face again, and Han Wenqing, who was originally cautious and slightly shy in front of Zhao Yi and Han Dingan, disappeared at this moment. Not only Zhao Yi, but even Han Wenqing may not know that his son would have such a side. That innocent and harmless handsome face is estimated to make many people capsize in the gutter!

"Senior Brother Yang!" The dagger in his hand was slowly raised, and Han Wenqing approached the middle-aged man step by step, and said in a low voice, "Just let me give you a ride!"