More than half of the yellow and black poisonous bees and green ants that have been damaged have receded like a tide, and disappeared without a trace in the mountains and forests, under the grass and trees, just as before they appeared.

Wang Shiyuan "stormed" the ground, sat down on the corpse of the poison crushed into mud, panting heavily.

The half-day battle left several people exhausted. Even Zhang Yan, who was in a better situation, consumed a lot of energy. Relaxed, exhaustion immediately came up, and I couldn't help but clear a clearing and sit down cross-legged.

On the edge of the low mountain, Situ Erya's sword flew up, standing tall in the air.

Thinking that there might still be danger, Zhang Yan shook his spirits and jumped up.

Look around.

The empty mountain was silent, and if it weren't for the fact that there were still a large number of poisonous corpses around, and the traces left by the battle, it almost made people wonder if everything they had just experienced was an illusion.

"Such a large amount of poison ......" a person's name and a sect appeared in his heart: "Wuma Lotte...... Poison Cult ...... But for what?"

"It's coming!" Situ Erya, who was standing in the air, snorted and reminded the three of them.

At the same time as he spoke, in the far northwest, on the top of one of the nine peaks shrouded by the formation, a low horn sounded, deep and melodious, and the timbre was a little different from that of ordinary horns.

Witch Horse Lotte Imperial Sword lifts into the air.

The black wind was rolling, and a whirlwind carried his body, rising from a valley under the mountain peaks over there, and flew towards the top of the mountain where several people were.

Instead of landing directly on the top of the low mountain, Wu Ma Lotte lowered his sword light two or three miles away, walked, walked along the low mountain towards the outside of the valley mouth, on the gentle side, raised his hands, and slowly approached the top of the mountain.

"Brother Situ, Brother Zhang, Brother Wang, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, this sect has no malicious intent!"

Wu Ma Lotte had dark circles under his eyes, as if his wine-colored face was full of bitterness, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he paused step by step. Climb the hill in the most harmless position.

The whole body is dark green bamboo, and a brocade robe with a large black swirl pattern on the chest is torn everywhere. The hem is broken off and disappears along with the left leg of the trousers. There are deep strangulation marks on the bare wrists and calves, as if they have been tied.

Shout loudly as soon as you meet.

It looks like it's three points worse than the four people here!

"You thief!" watched as Wu Ma Lotte raised his hands high to show no hostility, paused one step at a time, and walked up the hill. Wang Shiyuan's heart was full of anger, he threw down the "wind", clenched his hands into fists, rushed forward, and hit the door according to Wu Ma Letian.

"Don't fight!"

"Don't fight!"

"I warn you not to slap you in the face!"

"you!"

......

Wu Ma Lotte went from dodging to fighting back angrily after receiving a few punches, and it only took a few breaths.

The two relied purely on physical strength, fists and feet to fight.

With this style of play, Wu Ma Lotte is not Wang Shiyuan's opponent. After more than ten minutes, Wang Shiyuan gasped loudly, got up from the posture of riding and sitting on the back of Wu Ma Letian, and said with a smile: "Have you taken it? If it weren't for the friendship before, Lao Tzu would have beaten you all over the face!"

"Phew!" The bruise and swelling became a little more severe, and Wu Ma Letian, whose magic clothes became more tattered, sat up and spat viciously, and said, "If it weren't for the bad luck of this young master, such a sister would have made you close?"

Saying that, he got up and stood up, bowed down and clasped his fists, and said: "Brother Situ, Brother Zhang, I know that what happened just now was greatly offended, and for the sake of the younger brother, please expose it for the time being, and there will be a retribution for the sake of the younger brother." ”

"Your face is so big, why don't I know what kind of friendship I have with you?" Wang Shiyuan said sarcastically: "If you want to expose it for the time being, you should let us know that you are ugly, right?"

"You!" Wu Ma Lotian was angry at first, and then heard that Wang Shiyuan actually gave him a chance to explain, so he didn't care about talking to Wang Shiyuan, facing the three of them, and hurriedly said something.

It turns out that the contemporary sect of the Poison Sect, Wu Ma Xingbo had a relationship when he was young, leaving a daughter, that is, Wu Ma Letian's half-sister. Although there are two major weaknesses in the Poison Sect that have an unknown background and no maternal support, they pose no threat to the status of the heir of Wu Ma Lotte. However, his own cultivation and the level of the imperial envoy's poison are stronger than that of Wu Ma Letian.

Usually very favored by Wu Ma Xingbo.,Elf and cute in front of Wu Ma Xingbo.,But in the face of others, it's a strange temperament.。 Among the younger generation of the Poison Sect, there is no one who is not afraid of her. Even Wu Ma Lotte, his own brother, is afraid of her!

"As soon as I entered the 'Sea of Mist and Clouds', I found the secret mark left by this teaching. According to the information in the secret note, I didn't expect it to be Wu Ma Qingqing!"

Wu Ma Lotte gritted his teeth: "She is used to being spoiled and arrogant by my father, and she doesn't know how thick the sky is." When I saw three of them approaching me, I insisted on tempting. I wanted to stop it, but I was ...... by her."

The voice paused suddenly, Wu Ma Letian looked back with a face full of embarrassment, turned his head and said: "But after all, she is the daughter of the leader of our sect, and I invite three ......."

"Hehe! Temptation! A temptation almost killed us!" Wang Shiyuan muttered

"Brother Wang, this is nonsense!" Wu Ma Lotte sneered: "Just three hundred jade and blue scale snakes, one thousand dead leaf pit vipers, one thousand bloodline blue eye snakes, one thousand fanged fiery bats, one nest of broken jade bees, and one nest of green clay ants can make Shuiyun Gongzi helpless?

It is both ironic and agitated.

"Okay!" Situ Erya frowned slightly, and waved his sleeves: "Let's listen to what Sister Ling has to say!"

"Yes! Yes!" said Lotte with a smile on his face, and the sword flew up, leading the way.

In his busy schedule, he did not forget to show favor to Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan responded with a smile.

He watched coldly, and Wu Ma Lotte took the path of "a gentleman can be bullied".

The fierce fist does not hit the smiling person, just with the decent frame of Shuiyun Mountain, the reputation of the son of Shuiyun, with his low figure, it is not easy for Situ Erya to pursue too much.

Situ Erya knew it, but he wanted to maintain his consistent "personality", so he was willing to cooperate.

Pushing it further, Wang Shiyuan beat Wu Ma Letian bitterly, but it was not intentional.

The immortal cultivator acted angrily, when did it turn into a fight?

Wang Shiyuan took the lead, in fact, he intended to control the situation, and first gave Wu Ma Lotte a chance to speak, so as to avoid irreconcilable fights as soon as the two sides met.

Then, it left Situ Erya room to advance or retreat. Even if it was beyond his expectations, Situ Erya wanted to turn his face with the Poison Sect and investigate it to the end, it would not seem abrupt.

"Senior Brother Wang is not as rough as he seems to be, those two are also good acting skills!"

If you hold Situ Erya's attitude, it will be easy for others.

Long Xiaopeng has the least right to speak among the four, although Zhang Yan has the means to destroy it, but no matter whether it is the five factions of Longshan or the mountain, there is no reason to fight with the Poison Sect.

watched the three of them go from "sincerely admitting their mistakes" and "heartache" to "denounce and blame" and "magnanimity", the two protagonists and one supporting role, with tacit understanding, characterized the incident as "young and ignorant, uncertain temperament" and "no malice".

The blame is attributed to Wu Ma Qingqing, and by the way, he fully demonstrates the authentic and broad style of Shui Yun Gongzi.

The drama came to an end, and the poison attack was temporarily revealed. Next, it depends on whether the compensation promised by Wu Ma Lotte and Wu Ma Qingqing's attitude can satisfy a few people. Otherwise, without this reason, Situ Erya would also use other reasons to make up for it from the Poison Sect.

However, Zhang Yan estimated that even if Wu Ma Qingqing was unwilling to cooperate, Shuiyun Mountain would most likely not have a bad relationship with the Poison Sect because of this.

Above the northwest peak, the mountain peaks are cold, blowing the dark whirlpool banner representing the Poison Sect.

On the top of the high mountain, under the flagpole, a large tent inlaid with gold and silver has already been erected.

On the pure black fabric, the decoration is gorgeous. On the walls of the tent are the patterns of poisons famous for the Poison Sect, such as the Water and Fire Cloud Spider, the Dragon-tailed Golden Snake, the Blue Ghost Wandering Soul Gu, the Red Electric Golden Gun Worm, and so on.

Eight men and six women, fourteen cultivators who are not weak, are all servants between the imperial qi and the divine light guarding the outside of the big tent.

Both men and women wore extremely simple white robes, as if they had cut a hole in the ground of the white cloth pocket and stuck out their heads. In addition, some have long-handled golden bells in their waists, some hold flags in their hands, and some hang small drums. He had no more clothes, and stood barefoot on the rocks at the top of the mountain.

The men are tall and the women are smaller.

Zhang Yan looked carefully, and saw that these men and women had long and narrow eyes, cold and not like humans, and couldn't help but tremble slightly, thinking: "I heard that the Poison Sect has demon beast dao soldiers, can't this be these?"

Several people fell with sword light, and a crisp and bright voice came from the tent: "She Qi Niang, Ran Shifu Lang, I let you graze in the mountains, who let you attack others without permission?"

Among the fourteen people outside the tent, a man and a woman knelt down in panic and bowed down and said, "It was the little ones who were greedy and had the desire to look for blood and food that they rushed into these people......!

"And what about later?" the female voice in the big tent was even more angry, cutting off the words of the two begging for mercy: "Later, you will be wrong, so you have the idea of hunting the living?

The words are as pleasant as a mountain spring, and as cold as a clear spring in the mountains.

Another man and a woman knelt down, and the woman in white bowed her head and said: "Miss Qiyu, we saw that the jade and blue scale snake, the dead leaf pit viper, the bloodline blue eye snake, and the fanged blazing bat suffered too much loss, and we were worried about the punishment of the young lady, so we drove the jade bee and the green clay ant to attack a few people without authorization, please ask the young lady to condemn the crime!"

"Okay, well, now that you know, let's make amends to a few distinguished guests with your lives!"

A sentence came from the richly decorated black-background tent, two high-fives, the door curtain was lifted, and a maid dressed in colorful clothes, holding a jade axe, walked out.

He is very young, and he looks almost the same as the Jade Divine Voice. A small face was upright, with a serious expression: "She Qi Niang and Ran Shishilang hunted blood food without authorization and attacked humans; She Liuniang and Ran Shishilang did not stop it, but launched an attack on the distinguished guests together with She Qiniang and Ran Shishilang, the crime is unforgivable, and they should be beheaded!"

The word "chop" exited, like a toy, the size of a fist, and the verdant and delicate jade axe was gently swung down. Click, click, click, boom, the extremely fast sound sounded four times, two men and two women, four white-clothed monks who were not weak in cultivation, and their heads fell to the ground.

A cavity of blood spurted out, and the corpse flickered, and before Zhang Yan could see it clearly, it had been taken into another cloth bag-like magic weapon in the left hand of the clothed maid.