Bai Qian had also heard of this poison, and when he first heard about it, he was still thinking that if this medicine was applied to the scissors, he would never miss it again when used for hunting, so as not to cause the prey to be bruised and drained out of the flesh.

If Bai Qian's thoughts were known to the people on the field, he would have to be killed.

Secretly reining in his untimely thoughts, he continued to observe the situation on the field.

The Oriental samurai stood aside, his legs already trembling a little, his lips pale from the blood loss. Seeing that he didn't live long, Bai Qian was still a little regretful, and there was finally a different voice in the crowd, and he was about to be hanged.

Bai Qian couldn't help but stand up, he said, "Is there really no antidote to this poison?"

Although the words were asked to everyone, their eyes were locked on Luo Qiufu's face, obviously for Luo Qiufu to listen alone.

He saw that the expression on Lochove's face was in a trance for a moment when he heard the poison, and he guessed that she must know something.

Luo Qiufu naturally knew that she was the head of the Tang Sect, which had the most thorough study of poisons in the martial arts today. Under the pressure of Bai Qian's burning gaze, she began to put down the celadon teacup in her hand somewhat unnaturally.

A dodge came to the Oriental samurai, and I didn't know where to take out a green bamboo tube. The samurai's vision had become a little blurred, and he was very slow to react to the woman in red who suddenly flashed in front of him.

Luo Qiufu quickly grabbed the wrist on his hand, lifted off the white yarn that Zhang Zhen had pretended to bandage, and a slender snake with a verdant body crawled out of the green bamboo tube, aimed at the wound and bit it hard.

The whole set of actions goes smoothly, and many people don't see what is really going on.

Lochev withdrew her little snake and quickly returned to her seat.

When people's eyes were still following the big beauties on the rivers and lakes, there was a sudden commotion from the Wudang faction.

The blood from the wound of the Oriental samurai actually stopped.

Taking a snake bite can detoxify it, and this kind of thing has a lot of impact on the people present. After being surprised for a while, people quickly reacted that it was Luo Qiufu who made a move, and they all looked at her who was sitting on the judges' bench at the moment.

She naturally understands that after such a toss by herself, she is afraid that she will not be able to get over it if she doesn't say something.

Luo Qiufu stood up leisurely and nodded slightly, as if to say hello to everyone. His lips opened lightly, and he talked about the history of the poison.

Luo Qiufu: "The poison you are talking about on the sword of the Nether Swordsman should be the "Immortal Bell", which can take people's lives invisibly. It doesn't hurt, it doesn't itch, a small wound is fatal enough. ”

The name "Immortal Bell" is really not suitable for a kind of poison, just listening to the name, I think it is some powerful magic weapon or some cute little tweed.

Luo Qiufu also saw everyone's doubts, and she continued to spread the knowledge about this cold poison.

Luo Qiufu: "According to legend, the "Immortal Bell" comes from the Western Regions, and is made from the combination of nine poisons in the dense forests of the Western Regions. Our Tang Sect also met a person who died at his hands after passing by the scene of the murder of the Netherworld Swordsman, and extracted the toxin and came back to study, only to know that the toxin of Zhu Yeqing was just right to restrain it. ”

The mysterious country of the Western Regions is poisonous, and it is extremely unfamiliar to the vast majority of martial arts people. Legend has it that the country was in the middle of summer all year round, the climate was hot, the vegetation was luxuriant, and there were naturally many poisons.

Bai Qian only knew that it was a country south of the snow-capped mountains of Tibet, and he heard that the customs and customs were very different from those of the Central Plains, and even the appearance of the people was different.

Bai Qian didn't know if the thing about the "Immortal Bell" was true or not, he just saw that when Luo Qiufu said these words, there was a very painful emotion suppressed in his expression.

The crowd exploded again, and everyone's respect for Tangmen increased a little more.

The poison that I thought was incurable now has a nemesis, and it is not so terrifying.

The Oriental samurai stopped bleeding, but his body didn't recover so quickly.

Lu Qian sent someone to take him down to rest.

Before leaving, Luo Qiufu said to him: "Although your life has been saved, your arm is useless and cannot be used in the future." ”

Then he turned to Lu Qian and said, "Lord Lu League, since this matter started because of Wudang, this warrior should be handed over to the Wudang faction to take care of." ”

Just now, Zhang Zhen took someone's life to test the poison in public, and no one in Wudang said anything, if he handed over an injured person to them at this time, he was afraid that they would kill him again, considering this, Lu Qian was a little hesitant.

Qiu Fu continued: "He bumped into Zhang, and now he has lost an arm, Qiu Fu believes that Zhangzhang will not continue to embarrass him. Wudang has always been famous, and it is impossible to deal with a nobody. ”

Then he turned his head to Zhang Zhen and asked with a smile: "You said yes, right? ”

Luo Qiufu glanced at it, hiding a knife in her smile, and was so shocked that Zhang Zhenlian claimed to be.

Bai Qian only hoped that she would save his life, but he didn't expect her to do so much in one go, and even arrange the recuperation of her injuries. At this moment, he nodded gratefully and smiled at Luo Qiufu.

Qiu Fu also saw it, and responded with a polite smile, and stopped paying attention to him.

After such a small episode, everyone slowly accepted the fact that the girl was probably the Nether Swordsman.

Attention also began to be shifted to the woman on the stake.

She should have fainted when she was skinny, otherwise she wouldn't have been so noisy and unresponsive.

At this time, the Wudang faction brought a bucket of chili water up and poured it on his head, and soon heard her coughing violently. The spicy chili water poured over her fresh wounds, and she was shaking with pain.

The girl closed her eyes tightly to prevent the pepper water from dripping into her eyes, and the tight rope held her firmly to the stake, and there was no way to escape.

Zhang Zhen walked over, picked her chin with his hand, and asked, "Say, what's your name?"

The girl coughed and said, "My name is Xuan Shuying." ”

Zhang Zhen continued to ask, "Is this sword yours?" as he spoke, shaking the short sword in his right hand.

The girl coughed and said, "Yes." ”

Zhang Zhen increased the strength of his hand, as if he was going to crush her jaw, and then asked, "Say, did you kill those people, and are you a nether swordsman?" ”

The girl would stop coughing, and she looked up with difficulty, and there was a palpable contempt in his eyes. Then he replied categorically: "No." ”

The crowd was very quiet listening to their interrogation, and at this moment, they saw Zhang Zhen touching the nail again, and they were all waiting for his reaction.

Still not angry, he put down the girl and raised the short sword in his hand to the crowd. said that the sword was snatched from Xuan Shuying, and her name was still engraved on the sword.

As he spoke, he handed the sword up to the judges.

Bai Qian was naturally fortunate to see the word "Shuying" engraved on the sword, and the font of the small seal was very quaint, but the name of the sword was a little strange.

Bai Qian always felt that this sword was somewhat familiar, but Luo Qiufu stared at the girl who had just raised her head.

Bai Qian followed her gaze and saw a face more familiar than a sword.