Chapter 22 Who Said There Is No Poison for the Skin?

After being smashed in the face, Steward Zhang spun around and unloaded the attack, but he still couldn't understand that the poison on Tao Yao Ye was his proud work, I don't know how many monks died with hatred, how could it be invalid?

Tao Yaoye didn't answer, and after confirming that the parrot was indeed Miss Shang, she raised her vigilance.

The people of the whole township know that there is a talking demon bird flying around, and if the Shang family sends someone to look for it, they can find the parrot, how can there be these things later.

The Shang family's actions are contrary to common sense, and there must be problems!

Coupled with Miss Shang's attitude of refusing to let people go thousands of miles away, it was not like rushing people, but saying that the Shang family was in danger and urging them to leave quickly.

A lazy voice came from behind, and he replied for Tao Yaoye: "Do you want to take a look at the compulsory course for the introduction of the Dao Sect "One Thousand Eight Hundred Common Poisons and Their Solutions?" ”

The poison that Steward Zhang was proud of was a joke in the eyes of the Dao Sect, no matter how much you can refine the poison, can you still be as strong as the poison that I refined at Danding Peak?

Steward Zhang looked back sharply and found Lu Yang leaning on the door frame with the ancient sword in his arms, looking at him with a smile.

Steward Zhang knew that Tao Yaoye was not the prey, he was.

He asked in a deep voice, "How did you find me?" ”

He didn't feel that he was showing his feet, the Shang family was under his control, and no one divulged secrets.

When Shang Yuan and Lu Yang were talking in the room, he was worried that the release of his divine sense would be detected, so he eavesdropped instead, and learned that Lu Yang and Lu Yang were disciples of the Dao Sect.

But that fashion fate did not say his identity either.

Shang Yuan's hearing is very good, even if he writes and paints, he can't escape his ears.

Lu Yang smiled: "Do you know what the parrot said in the township?" ”

"What?"

"It says, 'Who are you, where is Zhang Guanjia?' ”

"At first, we thought that the parrot was looking for Zhang Guanjia, but later we found out that it was just repeating, and at that time I was thinking, Zhang Guanjia doesn't walk the rivers and lakes, where did the parrot hear this sentence."

"You said that is it possible, the parrot didn't say, 'Who are you and where is Zhang Guanjia?' , but 'Who are you, and where is the chapter steward?' ’。 ”

Lu Yang thought of a picture:

Twenty days ago, Miss Shang accidentally found out that Steward Zhang had been replaced, so she asked in horror, "Who are you, where is Steward Zhang?" Then he knocked down the bird rack and flew away, which was the last sentence the parrot heard, so in the tailor's shop, facing Huang Xiangzheng, the parrot repeated this sentence.

Maybe it's because the parrot's pronunciation is not standard, or maybe it's because Huang Xiangzheng's first reaction is Zhang Guanjia, who has the most contact, in short, the parrot's sentence has become "Who are you and where is Zhang Guanjia?" ”。

Steward Zhang was furious, but he didn't expect that it was the stupid bird who could only repeat that misunderstood his plan.

If I knew this was the case, I should have slaughtered it in the first place!

Steward Zhang was not the first day to mix the rivers and lakes, and in the face of the two of them, he laughed: "As a late stage of foundation building, if I want to escape, can you still stop me?" ”

Tao Yaoye was a little anxious, if Steward Zhang escaped, then the only way to report it to the sect and let the senior brothers and sisters deal with it, and whether they could trace the traces was still two words.

This made Tao Yaoye feel somewhat embarrassed, she completed two tasks, but she didn't expect an accident on the third mission.

Lu Yang still looked calm, which made Steward Zhang feel uncertain: "You haven't thought that if you can poison us, we can't poison you?" ”

Steward Zhang relaxed when he heard this, and said disdainfully: "I thought it was something, poisoning, what is the use of that kind of thing for me?" ”

Speaking of which, Steward Zhang's skin became loose, as if a snake was shedding its skin, the skin and flesh were separated, and the skin that was taken off was a complete human form, standing in the center of the room, with empty facial features, staring upright at the peach leaves, making people's hearts furious, and the skinless body fell to the ground with a thud.

Paint-skinned.

Tao Yaoye's expression was solemn, and she knew why Steward Zhang said that poisoning was useless.

Poison has always been aimed at the flesh, to be precise, the internal organs, muscles, and meridians, Steward Zhang is a skin ghost, and the body is a skin, who will poison the skin?

And how can there be a poison specifically for the skin, at least Steward Zhang has never heard of it?

Lu Yang will.

Steward Zhang was about to show off his body, but he was horrified to find that blisters the size of mung beans had grown on his feet, peeling off layer by layer, chickenpox was swollen and itchy, and it broke when he scratched it.

"W-What is this?!" There was some horror in Steward Zhang's tone.

Steward Zhang has never encountered this kind of thing, when has he ever been poisoned?

"Beriberi."

"What?" Steward Zhang thought he had misheard.

"Do you think I'm talking to you for a long time? No, I'm dying waiting for you to get sick. ”

"I expected you to come to find Tao Yaoye, so I left the poison that causes athlete's foot in this wing room in advance!"

Steward Zhang's face turned pale.

Tao Yaoye's face darkened.

Lu Yang smiled hideously, approached Steward Zhang step by step, and was so startled that Steward Zhang retreated again and again, and sat on the ground.

"Y-How do you know I'm a skin-painter?!" If you didn't know in advance that you were a skin ghost, how could you be so targeted to poison!

The most important thing is that Steward Zhang hasn't heard of anyone's beriberi!

Now his feet are itching, almost crazy, and even have the idea of cutting off his feet, forcing him to devote most of his energy and mana to suppress the poison, and he can't escape at all.

Suddenly, Steward Zhang's eyes flashed, and Lu Yang actually disappeared out of thin air.

"How is that possible!" Steward Zhang's eyes were split, Lu Yang had just built a foundation, and no matter how exquisite his body was, it was impossible to escape his eyes.

"It's a hallucination!" Steward Zhang reacted suddenly, and hurriedly rolled to leave the place.

It's a pity that it's too late, the cold light suddenly appeared, as fast as thunder, a thin line started from Steward Zhang's forehead, and ended at the crotch, Lu Yang collected his sword, Steward Zhang was divided into two, and the break was as smooth as a mirror.

"Well done." Lu Yang gave Tao Yaoye a thumbs up.

Only then did Tao Yaoye use a thousand illusion umbrellas to make Steward Zhang fall into an illusion, the illusion is not perfect, Steward Zhang has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and he can see through it with his stunned kung fu.

What Lu Yang wanted was to be stunned at this moment, draw his sword, split vertically, and collect his sword in one go.

The painted skin ghost is known for being weird, not good at defense, and when he encounters the strongest sword cultivator, he is stunned, and he has no luck to resist, so he naturally sees the victory and defeat in one move, without the slightest suspense!

The weirdness of the painted skin ghost was lost the moment Lu Yang found out his identity.

The painted skin ghost was incredulous, staring at Lu Yang deadly, his mouth was closed one by one, and he could vaguely distinguish that he was asking: How do you recognize my real body?

Tao Yaoye looked at Lu Yang, she also wanted to know the answer.

Lu Yang didn't say anything, he swung his sword again, cut the Painted Skin Ghost into four pieces, poured spiritual wine, lit the fire, and burned it into charcoal under the painful wail of the Painted Skin Ghost.

Who knows if this ghost thing has a backhand, kill it first and then explain it slowly.