The screams continued for a long time, and the yellow-robed middle-aged man's smile became more unconcealed, and everyone couldn't bear to look directly.
The city lord hesitated several times and stopped, seeming to want to end this discussion, but due to the identity of the middle-aged man in Huangpao, he swallowed the words to his lips.
After a while, the middle-aged man in Huangpao seemed to finally remember that there was another person besides Li Heng who casually looked at Nan Lingzi, but the next moment, he frowned.
There was a smile on Nan Lingzi's face. He was so happy and proud, no different from the smile on his face. What's the matter
Is it possible that these two are not friends, is it possible that the kid is attached to the Eastern Palace
The middle-aged man in Huangpao was a little suspicious of himself, rubbed his eyes subconsciously, and looked intently again. The smile on Nan Lingzi's face turned out to be a bit brighter, and even faintly excited.
This time, he couldn't turn a blind eye. Nan Lingzi was so happy, obviously unreasonable.
The city owner seemed to notice that the middle-aged man's breath in Huangpao was wrong, and turned his head to look at him. Following his sight, he also saw Nan Lingzi's brilliant smile.
"Isn't he scared stupid?"
The city lord said to himself.
The middle-aged man in Huangpao hesitated for a long time, and the determination in his heart slowly began to waver. He turned his gaze to look at the place where the yellow mist was filled, and secretly operated the exercises, trying to see the two people in the center.
At this time, the city lord patted his arm intentionally or unintentionally, and a secret force poured into his body, and the technique instantly collapsed.
The middle-aged man in Huangpao was stunned. He looked at the city lord, but saw that the city lord's face was as usual, "You..."
"Senior also thinks that the time is long enough? Why don't we just stop it like this, if this goes on, that little fairy friend really wants five poisons to attack his heart."
The city lord was unbearable and persuaded again.
The middle-aged man in Huangpao felt wrong, stared at the city lord for a long time but didn't see why. He measured it for a moment in his heart and nodded reluctantly.
The city lord immediately called an assistant to stop him, but he didn't want the assistant to just approach, Wudu Zhenqi actually rushed towards her as if it was alive.
The staff's cultivation level is not low, and after noticing it, he didn't panic. He snorted, folded his palms together, and his body flashed with blue light, and he was already surrounded by gurgling water vapor.
The yellow mist spread and swallowed the staff. The mist became denser, and even the blue fairy power of the staff was not real.
The city lord's eyebrows moved slightly, and he had already noticed something was wrong. At this moment, a scream came from the mist, and then he returned to peace.
The companion was swallowed, and several other staff members looked at each other. Someone took the initiative to walk out, and then slowly approached after asking the city lord. With lessons learned from the past, he would naturally not approach rashly.
But I didn't want to, the previous scene happened again, even though the staff had been prepared in advance, he was directly swallowed by the yellow mist.
The other aides did not go alone this time, but formed a half-circle and slowly approached. The yellow mist quickly noticed that it seemed to surging more intensely like excitement.
"Senior, Guizong's Five Poison True Qis are really overbearing," the city lord said stiffly, "All of my aides are the cultivation bases of the half-step immortal kings, and they can hardly resist the swallowing of the true energy. Guizong is expected to stand out in this intercontinental competition."
The face of the middle-aged man in Huangpao was not happy, but was faintly confused. He heard the bad tone of the city lord's tone, but did not excuse it.
At this time, there were already more than ten people in the mist, but there was no sound.
The sun slowly rose to mid-air, and the sunlight became more intense, but the yellow mist was thick, and even the sun couldn't get in. It was difficult for everyone to distinguish the situation in the mist.
The face of the city lord became more and more ugly. He tried several times to run the exercises and probed intently, but every time he was isolated from the fog.
The face of the middle-aged man in the yellow robe didn't look good. The yellow mist was indeed the five poisonous true qi in the poison, but with Mo Ya's cultivation base, it was impossible to have such power.
He didn't know why the Five Poisons True Qi skyrocketed, but he didn't want to believe that the change was due to the Saint Son of the Falling Clouds Holy Land. There was always hope in his heart. It was his Poison Sect's disciples who had soared in their cultivation level during the discussions.
The yellow fog has filled half of the square, and everyone can feel that the fog is peeping out as if there is life. Once it detects the breath of a living person approaching, it will lunge at him with teeth and claws.
Nan Lingzi quietly glanced over there, and said in his heart: "Brother's trick is really powerful. These people probably don't even know that the disciples sent in are all used by the older brother as refining materials."
When he thought of this, he was still faintly proud and proud. The Poison Sect was so famous that he would not have thought that Li Heng was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, just waiting for them to take the initiative to jump up.
After a long time, someone finally couldn't bear it and said: "I think the game has been divided. The disciple of the Poison Sect must win. It is better to let others withdraw from the five poisons as soon as possible. Otherwise, the cultivation base will definitely suffer. damage."
The city lord remained silent and looked at the middle-aged man in Huangpao. He seemed to have just discovered that he was a little restless, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with Senior?"
The middle-aged man in yellow robe has a hoarse voice, and a large cold sweat drips from his forehead, "I can't move..."
The city owner stunned and asked: "Why can't the senior move?"
The middle-aged man in yellow robe gritted his teeth and said: "The Five Poison True Qi has been absorbing the divine power in my body, stop it quickly!"
When everyone heard it, they immediately looked at the yellow mist on the square, and didn't notice any difference. They were dark in their hearts, thinking that the five poisonous gas should come from the poison sect, and it has a strange suction power for the yellow robe middle-aged talent.
The city lord stretched out his hand several times as if he wanted to help, but after trying a few times, he closed his hand sadly and looked at other people, "Does anyone know the Poison Sect Cultivation Technique? It may be counterproductive to cast it rashly."
Everyone shook their heads. Poison Sect is a unique existence in the immortal world. The exercises practiced are not only amazingly powerful, but also have strict requirements for personal qualifications.
Just when everyone was at a loss, a crackling sound suddenly came from the yellow mist, and then the turbulent mist shrank sharply like a flood ebb, and quickly shrank into a ball, revealing the few people who had just been swallowed.
Mo Ya's body assumed a strange posture, standing on the square, looking forward with blank eyes.
Li Heng patted the skirt of his clothes and walked out of the fog calmly, "I miscalculated, it took a long time."
Nan Lingzi choked in his throat, trying to laugh but not daring to laugh, holding back hard.
The city lord looked at Li Heng complicatedly, and didn't know what to say after opening his mouth several times.
The yellow-robed middle-aged man was panting violently, completely ignoring the results of the discussions, and directly closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.