"Sure enough, this kid is really a peerless genius. The old man has been thinking hard for so many years, but this kid has solved it in a flash. I really admire, admire..."
Tao Danniang couldn't help laughing, sighing and melancholy. Zhuo Fan's amazing alchemy strength made her feel that her alchemy was even more insignificant.
This was much more massive than the blow that the Poisonous Hand Medicine King gave her.
After all, even if the poisonous hand medicine king is Tianyu's first alchemist, she can see his back. But Zhuo Fan seemed to be an eagle rising up into the sky, just a momentary effort, she was beyond the reach of the dust.
When Chu Qingcheng and the others heard this, they couldn't help but cried out in surprise, "Is this true?"
"Of course, you see, this kid left us seventeen pills, just to relieve the poison of seventeen people and help us overcome the difficulties of Huayulou!" Tao Danniang took a deep breath and laughed.
Chu Qingcheng couldn't help blinking, and he couldn't believe it was true. He muttered, "Aunt Tao, you mean he cracked the pill that Qingtian left behind? Then, the pill is true. Huh?"
"Yes, it is true. Although the Poisonous Hand Potion King denies it, if you want to remove the poison of the colorful cloud palm palm, you must refine it according to the antidote pill. Otherwise, there is no way to start."
Tao Danniang chuckled, and then sighed again: "But this kid is even better. He not only cracked the pill formula, but also improved it. The pill formula was originally a seven-tier pill, but this boy abruptly improved to the eighth-level super. Rank. In this way, even grandma can fully recover."
"What, grandma?" Long Jiu and the others couldn't help but cried out, "Isn't she dead already?"
With a mysterious smile, Tao Danniang gently shook her head: "There is still a breath, but she will be resurrected soon!"
Hearing this, everyone was stunned.
Zhuo Fan's hand is big enough, the grandmother of Huayulou, who is a famous iron lady, acting decisively and vigorously. Now not only have all the owners of Huayulou got rid of the control of Yaowang Palace, even the grandma has been resurrected.
Then this Huayu Tower is re-emerged. The Emperor's Gate wanted to break the Huayu Tower, but it was never so easy again!
"This kid really made Huayulou reborn from the ashes!" Long Jiu sighed, admiring Zhuo Fan even more. I'm afraid that Zhuo Fan was laid out like this from the beginning.
Otherwise, it is just a mess of Huayu Tower, which will not be able to block the emperor's gate for long, and will also drag down allies. Now, Huayu Tower is a powerful help.
Long Jiu and the others understood this point, and Chu Qingcheng and the others knew even more.
Looking at each other, Chu Qingcheng and the others felt grateful for Zhuo Fan. Even the original poster Peony, who had cursed Zhuo Fan for being ruthless and unjust, felt a little ashamed at this time.
In any case, no matter what Zhuo Fan's purpose is, one thing is certain. He did make Huayulou stand up again.
Based on this, he is the great benefactor of Huayulou!
"Now, he doesn't owe me anymore, but what I owe him, the two of us are still related!" Chu Qingcheng raised his brows and couldn't help laughing slyly.
Then, everyone eagerly returned to the Huayu Building to relieve the poison of the sisters and reorganize the military's mind.
However, no one noticed that, in the middle of the moon, on the far treetops, a figure with wings on the back, watching them leave, sighed and disappeared into the vast night...
On the other hand, Yan Fu drove a carriage to the west with tears of sorrow on the broad avenue. There was the direction of the Medicine King Palace, and what was placed in the carriage was the body of his master's Poisonous Hand Medicine King.
Perhaps no one had thought that this time in Huayu City, the dignified Poisonous Pill King would die unexpectedly.
Wiping his nose severely, Yan Fu thought of Master's voice, smile, and caring for himself, and his heart became more heartbroken. With two unsatisfied eyes, he couldn't help dripping tears.
"No, I can't cry, I want revenge!" With a fierce tear, Yan Fu flashed a firm color in his eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "Zhuo Fan, sooner or later, I will kill you and comfort my master's spirit in the sky!"
call!
Suddenly, a strong wind came and thunder blasted. Yan Fu was shocked, and looked back, only to see a man with thunder wings rushing straight towards him.
"Zhuo... Zhuo... Zhuo Fan!"
Suddenly, Yan Fu had just returned a bloody vengeance and disappeared instantly, his face collapsed, and he almost didn't cry.
Brother, I said I will get revenge on you in the future. What are you doing now? I'm not ready yet. Can you give me seven or eighty years to prepare
But Zhuo Fan couldn't manage so much, and he decided to do it immediately.
Whoosh!
Shortly after a flash of lightning, Zhuo Fan was here in no time!
Yan Fu's eyes shrank and there was no way, so he jumped and jumped out of the car several tens of meters. He slapped his head on the ground, stood up, his face was dignified.
Since avoidance is inevitable, come on, it's a big deal, I'm not afraid of you.
However, Zhuo Fan didn't even go to see him.
boom!
A thunder blasted, and Zhuo Fan passed the carriage in an instant, and the carriage turned into fly ash with a blast. But when Zhuo Fan flew high up again, there was already an extra figure in his hand.
Yan Fu glanced intently and found that it was the body of his master's Poisonous Hand Medicine King, and he couldn't help cursing in a hurry, "Zhuo Fan, you bastard, what did you do with my master's body?"
"Go back to whip the corpse, hahahaha..."
Zhuo Fan’s sneer laughter came from the air, Yan Fu's face trembled, and there was no way, and he burst into tears and wailed: “Master, I’m sorry, the disciple is useless, you can’t even hold your body. To be insulted by that wicked man, the disciple is really unfilial..."
Looking back at that kid, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but nodded with a chuckle. Although this kid has a lot of intestines and can't make a big deal, his filial piety is commendable.
After flying for another half an hour, Zhuo Fan descended in a hidden forest and threw the body of the Poisonous Hand Medicine King to the ground.
Looking at the old man with a calm face, Zhuo Fan took out a pill, stuffed it into his mouth, and then took out a gourd. Opening the cork, a blood-red silkworm crawled out, twisting and twisting.
"Hehehe... finally came in handy!"
Zhuo Fan smiled evilly, and stuffed the blood silkworm into the mouth of Poisonous Hand Medicine King. Then he retracted the gourd, printed a dozen tactics in his hand, and shouted: "Ah..."
Suddenly, a sky-shaking sound wave passed to the poisonous hand medicine king on the ground with a ripple visible to the naked eye.
Shaking his body abruptly, the Poisonous Hand Medicine King was clever, and suddenly sat up, his heart was shocked, his eyes flashed with a confused color, and he looked around: "Old man, where is this...?"
"Ha ha ha... Old Yan, we can finally have a quiet chat." Zhuo Fan's mouth curled up, and he looked at him with a kind smile blessed by a heavenly official.
But when Yan Song saw his hypocritical face, he couldn't help but shivered, and subconsciously stepped back in a hurry, pulling away from him.
It looked like a little white rabbit meeting a big tiger, completely out of instinct.
If this is seen by others, it will surely make the jaw fall off. The dignified Tianyu No. 1 Alchemist, the Poisonous Hand Medicine King, has walked the mainland for many years. He has always been arrogant and afraid of who he will pass. How can he be so afraid now
But as long as those who have fought against Zhuo Fan, they will be able to fully understand the behavior of the Poisonous Hand Medicine King at this time. The terrible Demon King Zhuo Fan was beyond ordinary people's imagination.
"I... I was killed by you, how could..." After staring at Zhuo Fan for a long time, the poisonous medicine king seemed to remember what happened four days ago, but to him, it seemed to have happened not long ago. .
Zhuo Fan couldn’t help but chuckle, and Zhuo Fan said lightly: “I’ve always taken measures with Zhuo Fan. No one is alive if I want to kill. No one who doesn’t want to kill is dead. The sound wave that hit you at the time, I have already If it is weakened, it will only temporarily separate your primordial spirit from your physical body, causing a false death. As long as I feed you a resurrection pill, and then use the same sound wave to scare you, you will wake up."
Unable to stop turning his eyes, the Poisonous Hand Medicine King had fully understood it, and he couldn't help but looked at him suspiciously, "Why did you let me go and kill the old man on the spot?"
"Ha ha ha... I said, I respect you as a generation of alchemy masters, it is a pity to kill, it is better to use it for me!" Zhuo Fan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, chuckles.
Frightened, the Poisonous Hand Medicine King already knew what Zhuo Fan meant, and he couldn't help but laughed out: "Hahaha... Do you want to recruit an old man, you want to be beautiful? The old man is the first alchemist in the Medicine King Palace. Listen to you?"
"Okay, really arrogant, I like an old man like you, persistent enough, so I can make a good pill!" Zhuo Fan praised, and gave a thumbs up to the Poisonous Hand Medicine King, "Oh, then I won't It's hard for a strong man!"
Suddenly, the poisonous hand medicine king was a little strange. If he contradicted him, he wouldn't be angry at all? He just gave up like this. Isn't this his devil's style
"Zhuo Fan, don't you try to persuade me anymore?"
"What do you advise you to do? Anyway, I will only say anything once, and the meaning will be conveyed!" Zhuo Fan's mouth was slightly tilted, looking very kind.
But the next moment, it was a dozen of the hand-printed tactics.
Suddenly, a scarlet blood mark appeared on the forehead of the Poison Hand Medicine King, followed by a burst of blood in his whole body. His head was about to explode, as if every inch of his nerves was torn apart.
The poisonous hand medicine king held his head tightly and rolled on the ground in pain. Among the seven orifices, gurgling blood is already pouring out continuously.
"Zhuo Fan, what the hell did you do to me?" Poisonous hand medicine Wang Jui was about to split, and his pupils were about to squeeze out, very miserable.
He asked himself, in his lifetime, he had never tasted such an unpleasant feeling. Even if he had suffered the most violent poison in alchemy before, he didn't feel that way. Even the pain of that time was not as good as one ten thousandth of this time.
He really didn't understand, what exactly did Zhuo Fan move on him
Can’t help but smile, Zhuo Fan showed him a red bug: “Old Yan, it’s not a secret. Before you wake up, I am afraid that you will not agree, so I will eat this little thing for you. This is me. The monster of blood, blood silkworm, as long as I have a thought, it can make you burst into blood and burst into death."
Unable to stop being shocked, the poisonous hand medicine king Wanwan didn't expect that Zhuo Fan would have such a vicious poison. Knowing that he could not get rid of it for a while, he shouted: "Zhuo Fan, your words are not counted, don't you force the old man!"
"Yeah, I didn't force you. It's your freedom to follow me. But if you refuse, it means that we are still enemies. I kill an enemy, it is justified." Zhuo Fan looked innocent. Look at him.
The corner of Poisonous Medicine King's mouth collapsed, and he was almost crying, but he was speechless.
He knew in his heart that Zhuo Fan was forcing him to submit, but the reason was really damn reasonable, and he couldn't refute it at all.
"Then please give the old man a good time, don't torture the old man anymore!"
"Tsk tusk tusk... Then I can't help you, how to kill your own enemy, that's my final say. Have you ever seen enemies and taught them how to kill yourself?" Zhuo Fan blinked, revealing his innocence. Smile.
But that smile, seen in the eyes of Poisonous Medicine King, is so terrifying!
The demon Zhuo Fan, well-deserved, is too insidious...