After taking this Nine Turns Soul Rejuvenation Pill, Zhao Tianbo's pale face finally regained a trace of ruddyness, and the black lines on his arms were slowly shrinking at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and the smallest disappeared.

exhaled calmly, pulled out a heavy iron knife, looked coldly at the young man in blue with an ugly face, and said coldly: "Now I, am I qualified?"

Looking at Zhao Tianbo, whose momentum was slowly rising, the young man in blue couldn't help but glance at Yin Li, who was a master who had opened up ten veins, even if all of them were combined, they might not be opponents.

If they were to poison and assassinate them in the back, even if they encountered a master at the peak of the Tongmai Realm, they would not be afraid, but if they had to fight head-on, with their strength, they were afraid that they would not even be as good as a mid-stage Tongmai Realm, this was the fatal weakness of the Poison Dragon Sect Exercises, if it weren't for this, they would not hide in a place with a harsh environment like Mojiao Ridge.

Zhao Tianbo is a well-known genius disciple of the One Sword Sect, and he has opened up ten veins before he is eighteen years old, this kind of talent, even in Yunzhou, is rare in a hundred years, so everyone usually calls him Senior Brother Zhao when they meet, but in private they call him Shaozong.

Moreover, Zhao Tianbo also has another layer of identity, his grandfather is the great elder of the One Sword Sect, his identity is extremely respected, and his status is only below the head of the sect, it can be seen how strong his background is in the One Sword Sect, if nothing else, he will be one of the best candidates for the head of the sect in the future.

In fact, this situation is also acquiesced in the sect, otherwise everyone would not dare to call him a young sect, and to be able to get this glorious title is not only strength, but also Zhao Tianbo is indeed very good at being a person, and the elite disciples in the sect are very convinced of him.

When each sect chooses a successor, although they pay attention to talent, but character is more important, if Zhao Tianbo is notorious in the One Sword Sect, no matter how talented he is, he will not be able to sit in the position of the head of the sect.

"I don't care who you are, as long as you hand over the antidote, I can let you go, and promise you not to pursue it again!" There are countless elites of the sects in Fengcheng gathered here, and they don't know how many of them have been hit by this heart-devouring poison, if there is no antidote, they may not be able to get out of this Medicine King Valley.

"Antidote, I'm only responsible for poisoning, not detoxification, so I don't have an antidote on my body, besides, do you think you'll be able to eat us when you recover your strength?"

The blue-clothed young man sneered and said, in fact, he didn't lie, because there was really no antidote on his body, the poison of the Heart Devouring was the poison configured by the Left Protector of the Poison Dragon Sect, not only was the toxicity strong and weird, the materials were extremely difficult to find, and it was also very difficult to configure, as for the antidote, their Poison Dragon Sect had a rule, and the poison that was configured was never an antidote, because the blood flowing on their bodies was the antidote.

As he spoke, he took out a blue flute from his arms, and seeing this, the rest of the blue-clothed young men also made the same action, and slowly blew it in the surprised eyes of everyone.

The strange rhythm spread to the surroundings, this was originally the habitat of the black Jiao, and this black Jiao was transformed from the snake, the flute sound from the mouth of the young man in blue had a fatal attraction to the snakes, so when the flute was transmitted around, the jungle suddenly sounded the sound of "snorting" crawling.

That's not all, above the calm lake, there were also slow fluctuations, obviously, this black Jiao also heard the sound of the flute, and was bewitched by this sound, and became unstable.

Those teenagers who were not determined to be resolute also showed a confused look on their faces when the sound of the flute came out.

"The Law of Sonic Waves!"

Zhao Tian's pupils shrank sharply, and a cold murderous intent flowed out of his eyes, and just when he wanted to stop it, a cold voice slowly spread.

Immediately after, everyone saw a figure appear behind the blue-clothed young man, and the giant knife rested on the latter's shoulder.

"Stop now or die!"

Everyone looked at the girl who suddenly appeared in surprise, only the disciples of the One Sword Sect showed a look of surprise on their faces, obviously they also recognized Tang Qinglian.

"Senior Sister Tang!"

"Senior Sister Tang!"

“......”

The disciples of the One Sword Sect exclaimed excitedly, they were very clear about Tang Qinglian's strength, except for Senior Brother Zhao, no one in the sect was his opponent, especially the latter's comprehension of the sword technique, which had faintly surpassed the trend of Senior Brother Zhao, they believed that with Tang Qinglian's joining, their safety could at least be guaranteed, and maybe they could force these blue-clothed young men to come up with an antidote.

After Zhao Tianbo saw Qianying's appearance clearly, his handsome face relaxed slightly, if something happened to this aunt, he would not be able to go back and explain to his grandfather.

"I'll only say it once!" Tang Qinglian said coldly.

Listening to the awe-inspiring voice behind him, the young man in blue couldn't help but stop the movements in his hand, a hint of banter flashed in his gloomy eyes, and then said coldly: "I advise you not to meddle in your affairs, otherwise these people will end up with you." ”

"I don't want to listen to nonsense, hand over the antidote!" Tang Qinglian said again.

"I just said that there is no antidote on my body, if you don't believe me, you can search for it yourself!" Turning his head, the young man in blue smiled at her and said.

"Really?"

As soon as his beautiful eyes were raised, Tang Qinglian smiled coldly, his jade arm suddenly shook, and the strong power covered the blade of the knife, pressing hard against the blue-clothed young man, and the next moment, the blue-clothed young man's knees bent slightly, and a trace of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"To hand over or not to pay?" Tang Qinglian said coldly.

His eyes turned slightly, and suddenly his ruthless color flashed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's not impossible to hand over the antidote to you, but you must let us go first." ”

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?" Tang Qinglian snorted coldly and said, "Hand over the antidote, I'll let you live, if you don't pay, die!"

"Why should I believe you!" said the young man in blue disdainfully.

"You can only trust me, or you will only die!"

"Okay, I'll believe you once!" The young man in blue gritted his teeth, seemed to have made up his mind, took out a pitch-black bottle from his arms, turned around and handed it to Tang Qinglian.

Seeing this, Tang Qinglian's heart was suddenly ecstatic, and the jade hand reached over, wanting to take the black bottle, at this moment, a sudden change occurred, the palm of the young man in blue holding the black bottle, suddenly flipped over, and an embroidery needle ejected out, directly taking Tang Qinglian's chest.

The sudden change made Tang Qinglian's pretty face slightly pale.

"You're looking for death!"

Zhao Tianbo, who was in the distance, saw a scene, and his heart suddenly became anxious, and he suddenly raised the iron knife, wanting to kill the blue-clothed young man, however, at this moment, behind Zhao Tianbo, a dagger with a flickering cold light suddenly appeared, stabbing him in the back.