Chapter 1229 Little Qinglong, Who Are You?

In the ancient martial arts world, the Cheng family has always been called the 'Poison Gate' by everyone.

The Poison Sect, as the name suggests, the entire Cheng family is full of poison masters.

For the Cheng family, using poison is as common as eating and drinking. All the children of the Cheng family have been carrying poison on their bodies since they started practicing ancient martial arts.

They poisoned and killed people invisible, which is why the Cheng family was feared by all the ancient martial arts families.

However, there is still an unwritten rule in the ancient martial arts world——

Ancient warriors were not allowed to use strength, poison, mental power, etc. to attack ordinary people indiscriminately, except for legitimate self-defense.

This rule has always restricted all ancient martial arts families. Once someone violates it, he will be brutally punished by the regulatory authorities.

Therefore, Ruan Qi did not expect Cheng Yan to be so courageous as to poison ordinary people.

Cheng Yan is a direct descendant of the Cheng family, although the strength of the ancient martial arts is not very good, but the method of poisoning was taught by the Cheng family.

Even weaker ancient warriors might not be able to withstand the poison she carried, let alone ordinary people like Liu Wanwan Jin Yuanbao.

Nie Beilou taught Ruan Qi that life was precious from an early age, and in order to cure illnesses and save lives, those doctors worked tirelessly just to save one life.

But what about Cheng Yan?

For personal grievances, he wants to poison his life!

Ruan Qi, who has always been soft-tempered, was really angry this time.

She grabbed Cheng Yan's collar and lifted her up.

"You want to poison, don't you?"

The girl deliberately lowered her voice with a strong killing intent, as if she would tear the opponent to pieces in the next second.

Cheng Yan didn't expect Ruan Qi to have such a terrifying aura, her face changed slightly, and she struggled to escape from Ruan Qi's restraint.

"Little Qinglong, let me go!"

Ruan Qi didn't let go, but her hand holding her collar became tighter and tighter.

Cheng Yan felt uncomfortable being strangled, she wanted to resist, but Ruan Qi's aura was too strong, she couldn't use all her strength, she could only kick her legs indiscriminately.

"Let go! Let go!" She kicked her legs and screamed, "Mahon Arthur, are you dead? Come and help me get him!"

The Zunjue people were completely shocked by Ruan Qi's murderous aura.

Hearing Cheng Yan's shout at this time, they hesitated for a moment, as if they didn't dare to go forward.

Finally, Captain Arthur came over.

"Little Qinglong, everyone has something to say..."

"Go away!" Ruan Qi interrupted him with a hoarse and cold voice.

Shocked by the murderous intent in her tone, Arthur choked up a bit, and his legs were as if filled with lead, not daring to move another step.

Ruan Qi's eyes returned to Cheng Yan.

"Miss Cheng," her voice was unrecognizable, but full of coldness and anger, "As an ancient warrior, poisoning ordinary people, do you believe that I will let someone from the Supervision Bureau come to pick you up tomorrow?"

"you dare!"

Cheng Yan was surprised and angry, "I'm the Cheng family, so what if people from the Supervision Bureau come? Xiao Qinglong, you'd better figure out your own weight, the Cheng family is not something you can offend!"

Ruan Qi almost laughed at Cheng Yan's stupidity.

She hooked her lips, and a hoarse chuckle came out through the mask.

"The Cheng family? Cheng Yan, are you sure the Cheng family will still care about you now? Who gave you the confidence? Cheng Qi, that bad old man?"

The girl's laughter was full of sarcasm, while Cheng Yan was ashamed and angry, infinite horror welled up in her heart.

Who is this little Qinglong?

How dare he call her grandfather a bad old man in that tone?

Her grandfather is the head of the Cheng family!

Although Cheng Yan is stupid, she also has some brains.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, and the doubt in her heart blurted out: "Little Qinglong, who are you?!"