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The ghost doctor has a flamboyant temperament, perhaps because of his unsatisfactory middle age, which made him especially fond of talking about his high-spirited period when he was young. After pulling Helang to talk for a long time, he did not relieve his ambition, but instead fell a little melancholy.
Helang's wounds are being healed, and new wounds are added at the same time. He visits the ghost doctor every day, and occasionally encounters him researching some poisonous plants and flowers.
The ghost doctor was studying the poison he was best at. Seeing Helang coming, he also wanted to show off and teach him something.
"This poison, don't keep thinking about how to detoxify it. What herbs and medicines can be used to detoxify it! Don't be so distressed. You just need to fight poison with poison!"
The ghost doctor said, picking up a handful of poisonous weeds, "Look, this magpie weed is very poisonous, and this bone-eating flower is also very poisonous, but the combination of the two can neutralize it. Nothing happened. Back then, Prince Jing was poisoned by an assassin, old man, with just a little trial, he was healed without any effort—really, within half a cup of tea time!"
Helang found it interesting, so he asked questions frequently.
Seeing that he is quite smart, the ghost doctor's eyes lit up, "By the way, kid, you are going to fight in the group arena, right? This old man can help you."
At first, Helang didn't understand what the ghost doctor meant, but he obediently handed over his sword.
The ghost doctor looked at it carefully, his eyes glistened, he praised it as a good product, and carefully soaked it in the potion.
Helang felt that something was wrong, and quickly asked his intentions.
The ghost doctor held him restlessly, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and said triumphantly: "Hey, old man, this is a good thing. After collecting poisons for more than ten years, he developed such a king of poisons—— "
poison? Helang finally realized that he wanted to add a layer of poison to his sword. He couldn't refuse, but he still had a disturbed conscience and asked him, "Isn't this too vicious and despicable?"
The ghost doctor shrugged disapprovingly, "But we, members of the Demon Cult, are despicable."
This answer was not wrong, Helang was at a loss for words, and after pondering for a long time, he asked him to switch to another poison, at least it would not kill people.
The ghost doctor didn't know if he understood the kindness in his heart, so he only muttered a few words, and then quenched his sword tip with anesthesia and other poisons that restricted people's movements.
A black energy faintly surrounds the treated Void Spirit Sword, intertwined with the real martial arts sword energy, tightly attached to the sword body, and the sword glow shines, even if the ghost doctor has lived half his life, he can't help but praise How rare is this sword.
Helang put away the sword and thanked him repeatedly.
"If you succeed and become a Dharma protector, don't forget the benefits of this old man." The ghost doctor raised his head and laughed.
He said this casually, but he didn't actually take it seriously. He thought it was a good thing that this kid could get out of the ring alive.
He didn't try to dissuade him, but he also knew that the young man was full of vigor and ambition, and he would not give up if he didn't try anything, so he just shook his head, thinking about how he would trick him to fill up his medicinal materials if he came next time money.
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One day before the ring, Helang heard that a strange man who used to poison beat the previous ring master and became the last day's ring master.
Then when he fights tomorrow, he will compete with this person
Helang was well prepared, and when he came to the ring to have a look, the ambitious person on top turned out to be the dreadlock he met when he first came, and someone introduced him as Wu Zheng.
During this period of time, he has undergone considerable changes. His appearance has become even weirder, his skin is bluish, his back is bent, and the weapon in his hand is shining with silver light, like a claw or a rake.
It is said that Wuzheng had a conflict with Helang on the same day, and after he lost because of his temporary cowardice, he sulked in the back mountain of the Demon Cult, and accidentally discovered a poison system technique that others had abandoned.
It happened that he didn't get the one he wanted, and the Devil's Cult didn't restrict disciples, so he started to cultivate with evil thoughts.
There is a reason why this kind of practice is abandoned by people. It was also during this process of cultivation that Wu Zhengcai discovered that people will develop pustules or wrinkle their skin due to the penetration of poison.
Although the human body is not painful, it is despised by people to become such an ugly appearance.
However, there are quite a few people in this Demon Cult who have changed their appearance due to practice, as long as they have real strength, he doesn't care too much.
What's more, the moves of this poison type are indeed vicious, and they can poison people to death in minutes, so they don't need to work hard to practice basic skills like ordinary skills.
When Helang came to the stage against the inconceivable voices of the crowd, Wu Zheng saw that it was him, and immediately gritted his teeth and spat, new and old grudges welled up in his heart.
His eyes full of malice made Helang extremely dissatisfied, and a cluster of small flames gradually brewed in his always peaceful heart.
Helang's gentle demeanor made the audience laugh for a while, and he said with a straight smile that any kind of fair face can be on stage, but there are also some female relatives who rarely see such a fair man, no matter whether they look up to them or not , all cheered for him for a while.
The presiding elder usually watched the battle in the arena with cold eyes, but this time, perhaps seeing that Helang's temperament was incompatible with the people in the Demon Cult, he became interested and asked the two, "Why do you want to be Dharma protectors?"
Wu Zheng stroked the locks of hair hanging in front of his eyes, full of confidence, "Naturally, he is the one who assists the master to kill the white way! Unify the martial arts world!"
The men in the audience also yelled a few words, and the scene boiled up.
In this chaos, Helang didn't look sideways, stood with his hands behind his back, and only said a few words, "Protect the leader."
The scene was silent for a moment, and then many people burst into laughter and shouted at him on the stage.
"Hey, kid! Do you know how powerful the leader is?! I'm afraid you can die with just one finger! How can you use the word "guard!"
Similar voices clamored endlessly.
And on the attic, there is a secret room that can clearly see the situation of the ring,
Hearing Helang's answer, the person covered by the dark curtain slowly opened his eyes, stared at the figure for a while, and then spoke sarcastically, "Overestimating one's abilities."
The short-haired man next to him said yes again and again, and was slightly annoyed by what the person on the stage said.
He was the only Dharma protector by the leader's side. How dare this young disciple, whom he had never seen before, speak such big words as soon as he came, delusionally trying to sit with him.
"How dare such a lowly martial arts disciple speak wild words! According to my subordinates, he can be knocked down in just a few moves. That Wu Zheng's martial arts practice is outrageous and unreasonable. If he is against him, that kid will not even have a heart." To be smashed!"
The silent person heard his noisy words, frowned and shouted: "Shut up."
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The group arena competition was still in full swing, and Wu Zheng didn't want to talk to him too much, so he slapped him preemptively.
The dark green powder scattered slightly along with his silver claws. Helang knew that he had used poison, so he slashed across with his sword lightly, and the sword Qi moved slightly, and all the poison powder was brushed back.
He dispelled a move so easily, Wu Zheng snorted, and still used the poison powder to attack, but the speed of the attack was much faster, but after a few back and forth, He Lang was covered by the poison powder in front of him. , I saw a flash of silver light, and his iron hook and silver claws suddenly stretched out.
Helang flashed slightly, but his lower body was still steady, not intending to be forced back by him, he turned his wrist slightly, and lightly took a sword flower, and then, the sword body was swung quickly, the sword light was everywhere, with a sharp edge The sword wind formed a top-secret defensive formation, making it impossible for the opponent to attack, and also launched an attack invisible.
The sword edge brought out by these layers of sword shadows was extremely fierce, and Wu Zheng had already avoided it far away, but the strong sword energy still forced him, and if he was a little careless, countless holes were torn on his clothes.
Gritting his teeth, he turned over and came to Helang's side, then lowered his body suddenly, searching for his vital points to attack.
Herron jumped to his feet, dodging a sweep of his legs.
Before Helang's body fell, Wu Zheng rushed towards him, using close combat to find a chance to touch him.
There is also toxin on his skin, as long as he can touch Helang, it is enough to cause him to be greatly affected, and his whole body is instantly weak, leaving him alone.
Helang knew what was going on in his mind, so he started to play a game of dodging with him like hide and seek.
After dozens of rounds, the two seemed to be indistinguishable, and the people in the audience stared at each other without blinking.
Ge Rulan inhaled slightly, and sighed to the people beside him: "Second brother, that poison refining boy poisoned him as soon as he came up, I thought Xiao Lang would definitely hit him, but I didn't expect him to escape..."
Ge Wenjing folded his hands and nodded, "Wu Zhengshen's kung fu is not very good, and he has won so many times because of his poisonous hands, but Brother Zhuo seems not afraid of poison... Maybe he has some expert advice. Look at him, it seems It is more than enough to deal with these poisons."
Being able to face Wu Zheng and other high-level disciples for so many rounds, He Lang has made great progress, but the opponent's moves are unpredictable and his movements are unpredictable, so he is also worried and careful every step of the way.
Fearing that if this continues, the other party will use more tricks, Helang held his breath and gathered his internal energy in his dantian, intending to use this deep internal energy.
Finding a gap, Helang bent his right hand, retracted the sword behind his back, and slammed a palm with his left hand.
This palm didn't have any tricks, but it was simple and powerful. Although Wu Zheng had expected it, he couldn't help himself. He was shocked by this coercion, his feet softened and became unstable for a while, and Helang found an opportunity. Immediately drew the sword.
But he didn't directly use the killing move that hit the vital point, but swung the sword shadows all over the sky one foot in front of him. This move is not very lethal, even if it hits, it will not cause fatal injuries. The people below are stunned. Sighing, calling him stupid for wasting this opportunity.
Heron was unmoved, and continued to insist on his own ideas calmly.
Under the layers of sword shadows and silver lights, his black hair was raised high, his pure white clothes moved around, and his eyes were peaceful, making people feel that he was competing in the arena of the Devil's Cult. It looks like Mr. Pianpian holding a jade fan, doing a pleasing performance.
Indeed, his attack was not very powerful, but it had a very wide range of hits. No matter how powerful Wu Zheng's dodging skills were, he still received a light wound on his shoulder.
Such a small hole does not affect the battle, that's exactly what Wu thought.
But seeing that Helang stopped immediately, as if the dust had settled, and he was calm and composed, everyone noticed something was wrong.
But after a while, Wu Zheng's complexion completely changed, he knew that there must be something wrong with the opponent's sword, otherwise why did his body lose all strength in an instant, and even the true energy in his body couldn't move
With only a trace of strength remaining, he slapped the ground limply and cursed, "How dare you use poison? Despicable..."
Obviously this person in front of him has repeatedly played bad tricks, but when it was his turn to lose, he wanted to shirk his responsibility and blame others for being despicable. Helang shook his head and returned a smile: "After all, I am a member of the Demon Cult."
The gongs and drums were loud, the shouts from the audience burst out, and the people in the stands were finally moved.
"Master, look... do you want to accept this person as your guardian?" Zuo Guardian asked cautiously.
The man paused, but still shook his head.
Even so, he still took another look at the ring.
The defeated man with dreadlocks lay on the ground in embarrassment, and shouted at the man in white, "I tell you! Don't think that if you win, I can become a Dharma protector! The leader will not want you!"
This sentence is clearly audible, and the person who has made the decision suddenly backtracks, "Zuo... I want it."
The author has something to say: In fact, the leader is a little cute... (not)
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