Wu Yi was extremely frightened, and said in a trembling voice: "Master is magnanimous, there is no need to ...... Need not...... There is no need to put the disciple's nonsense and ...... Heart. ”

Fang Qingluan smiled and said: "Mr. Ding, how can you still be as knowledgeable as a child at such a young age? Come on, come on, wouldn't it be good for you and me to drink three cups and talk about literature and martial arts? Wouldn't it be too bad to clean up the portal before outsiders?"

Before Ding Mohan could answer, a disciple of Guanshanhai had already shouted angrily: "You are a good student, my master is the supreme martial arts, how can you talk about literature and martial arts with a young boy like you?

Another person shouted: "If you respectfully kowtow and ask for advice, please my master likes to promote the backwards, maybe he will even point you out." But you said that you want to talk to my master about literature and martial arts, haha, isn't that a smile that crooked people's mouths? haha!"

He laughed twice, but the look on his face was very strange, and after a while, he smiled again, his voice was very dry, and after laughing, he opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't make any sound, and his face still showed a mysterious and funny smile.

All the disciples of Guanshan and Hai knew that he had been poisoned by the master's "three laughing and scattering", and they were all shocked, and after glancing at the three smiling fellow disciples, they didn't dare to take a breath in the air, they all lowered their heads, where did they dare to meet the master's eyes, and they all said: "I don't know how he annoyed the master with these few words just now, and the master actually killed him with such powerful means? ”

Ding Mohan was angry and fearful in his heart. When he was talking to Wu Yi just now, his big sleeves were slightly raised, and he had already used his internal strength to wave the poisonous powder of "Three Laughing Scattered" towards Fang Qingluan.

This poisonous powder is colorless and odorless, extremely subtle, it was late at that time, the guest hall of the hotel was hazy and dim, no matter how high Fang Qingluan's martial arts were, he would never notice it, but he didn't know what means to use, and he actually transferred this "three laughing scattered" to his disciple.

It's not a pity to die a disciple, but between Fang Qingluan's talk and laughter, he didn't see him raise his hands and feet, so he transferred the poisonous powder to others, this was obviously not a backlash with internal force, with Ding Mohan's knowledge of knowledge, he couldn't think of what kind of kung fu it was for a while.

He just thought of eight words in his heart: "Qilin repels poison, smoke and rain are born!" Fang Qingluan's method is similar to "connecting the hidden weapon, hitting the hidden weapon", receiving the dart and sending the dart, receiving the arrow and returning the arrow, he is the poison powder and the poison powder. But the poison powder is so subtle, how can he not get on his body, and then send it out again?

Then I thought again: "Speaking of 'Qilin to ward off poison, smoke and rain', this Xiaoyao Sanxiao should be returned to me, hum, presumably this kid is afraid of the old man, and he doesn't dare to rush to pick the tiger's beard." ”

Thinking of the three words "picking up the tiger's beard", he touched the long beard with his hand, and only touched seven or eight burnt short whiskers in his tentacles, and he was not annoyed but happy: "With the knowledge and skills of Su Bancheng and the old monk Huiming, after all, he still gave his life under the hands of the old immortal, and Fang Qingluan's milk smell has not dried, what is the way?"

Then he said with a fake smile: "Master Fang, you and I are really fateful, come on, I will toast you with a glass of wine." As he spoke, he stretched out his fingers, and a wine glass in front of him flew towards Fang Qingluan. Wine glasses flew sideways, but not a drop of wine spilled.

If it had been a normal time, the group of disciples would have already sung thunderous songs, but when they saw a fellow disciple die strangely, they were afraid that they would be slapped on the horse's feet, and they couldn't figure out the master's intentions, so no one dared to speak rashly, but this cheer was always wanted, otherwise the master would be surprised, but he couldn't afford to bear the sin.

As soon as the wine glass arrived in front of Fang Qingluan, the group of disciples shouted violently: "Okay!" There are three people who are particularly timid, and they don't even dare to drink this sound, and when they hear the shouts of the same door, they remember that they are not cheering, they are too backward, and they are busy applauding, but the three "good" words are always a moment late, and they are obviously not neat enough.

When the three men saw the eyes of their fellow men full of reproach, they were ashamed and terrified. Fang Qingluan said, "Mr. Ding, this cup of wine is still given to Ling Gao's disciple!" As he spoke, he exhaled, and the wine glass suddenly turned around and flew in front of the first star disciple on the left.

As soon as he blew it, he led the wine glass away, compared to the finger flicking the glass, the difference in difficulty and ease, even people who don't know martial arts can see that as soon as the wine glass turns, Ding Mohan obviously loses a move.

In fact, the breath that Fang Qingluan sprayed was completely different from Ding Mohan's flick, but the strength of the jet was extremely accurate, and it seemed to blow open the cup in one breath, but in fact, it was just borrowing the power of a flick on the other party's fingers.

When the disciple of Guanshan and Hai saw the cup flying, he didn't have time to think about it, so he naturally stretched out his hand to catch it, and said, "This is what the master ordered you to drink!" and wanted to throw the wine glass at Fang Qingluan, but suddenly there was a miserable cry, and he fell backwards, and he didn't move at all.

All the disciples were heartbroken this time, knowing that as soon as the master flicked the wine glass, he applied the poison in his fingernails to the glass, as long as Fang Qingluan's fingers touched the wine glass, he didn't have to touch his lips with wine, and he gave his life like this disciple who watched the mountains and seas.

Ding Mohan's face changed color, and his heart was extremely angry, knowing that he could not hide the eyes of the disciples this time, and at this point, he could no longer show his elegance, he held a wine glass in both hands, stood up slowly, and said: "Young Master Fang, the old man always respects you for this glass of wine." As he spoke, he walked in front of Fang Qingluan.

Fang Qingluan glanced at it and saw that there was a faint layer of blue light in that glass of liquor, which obviously contained extremely powerful poison. He brought it so personally, there was no room for maneuver.

Seeing Ding Mohan walk in front of him, only separated by a table, Fang Qingluan took a breath, and the glass of wine in Ding Mohan's hand suddenly rose straight up, becoming a turquoise water line.

Ding Mohan secretly exclaimed: "It's amazing!" Knowing that after the other party sucked, followed by a spit out, this waterline would shoot towards him, although he was okay after shooting, but he was drenched in wine, and he was always embarrassed.

But I saw that the waterline rushed to a place about half a foot away from the tip of Fang Qingluan's nose, and suddenly slanted to the left, passing behind his head, and flew out with swiftness and incoherence, and with a pop, it drilled into the mouth of a disciple who watched the mountains and seas.

The man was opening his mouth wide to applaud, but before the word "good" could be heard, the waterline formed by a glass of poisoned wine had already penetrated into his stomach.

The waterline came so fast that he still shouted happily: "Good!" It wasn't until after the applause that he realized and shouted: "It's not good!"

This poison is so powerful, Fang Qingluan is also shocked: "I have never seen such a domineering poison in the rivers and lakes. ”

The two of them competed, and in an instant, three disciples died one after another when they watched the mountains and seas, and it was obvious that the victory and defeat had been divided. Ding Mohan was very angry, put the wine glass on the table, and split it with a wave of his palm.

Fang Qingluan heard his notoriety of "Ten Thousand Poisons Dafa" for a long time, and leaned over. Ding Mohan split his palms three times in a row, and Fang Qingluan avoided them with a small body and did not touch his palm.

The two fought faster and faster, and the small restaurant was full of tables and stools, with a narrow status, and there was no room for maneuver, but the two of them went back and forth between the tables and chairs, and there was no sound, and their fists and palms were not exchanged, and they didn't even touch the tables and chairs.