Chapter 342: Fighting Poison King IV: Against Poison
"Little guy, would you like me to be your teacher?" The Poison King looked at the young man in front of him with interest.
Well, the lips are red and the teeth are white, clean and handsome.
When he was young, he was equally handsome. If he had not met his perverted master and practiced a poison technique that made him unable to survive or die, he would not have become what he is today.
The Poison King has already begun to fantasize about passing on some ugly poisonous techniques to turn the handsome and clean sunshine boy in front of him into a living ghost with the same hideous face as him.
Speaking of which, the Poison King likes to accept apprentices very much, and there is only one criterion for accepting apprentices - good-looking, no matter male or female.
However, among all the disciples of the Poison King, the only one who was not disfigured was his own son, Baili Ye Qing.
Seeing that the Poison Dynasty Feng Xingying sent an olive branch.
"How is it? If you take me as a teacher, I can match your marriage with her." In order to win over this kid, the Poison King even sacrificed Nangong Yulian.
Nangong Yulian bit her lips tightly, but did not dare to say a word.
Although she was the most honorable princess in the Dali Kingdom, she was just a humble little disciple in the Shendan Valley, and in the eyes of the Poison King, she was no different from a maidservant.
If it wasn't for the poison king to deal with Feng Xingying, she wouldn't be so lowly.
Especially this time, the Poison King fell ill on the way, and he had to be a woman, and he almost made her... Especially the four women ran away, I am afraid that she could not escape a tragic fate after all.
Compared with being trampled by this ugly old ghost, Nangong Yulian is more willing to be with this beautiful young man in front of her.
Her wonderful eyes couldn't help but look at Feng Xingying affectionately.
Feng Xingying was obviously an insulator and did not respond at all to Nangong Yulian's friendship.
It's just about taking apprentices.
Feng Xingying was most afraid of hearing people ask her if she would like to be a teacher.
What's more, the Poison King's reputation has always been extremely bad.
Furthermore, to be Feng Xingying's master, is he worthy?
Feng Xingying raised her small face the size of her palm, with a smile on her face, mocking and undisguised in her smile.
"With this kung fu, why don't Lord Poison King save your subordinates first?"
In this case, it is a formal challenge among drug users.
Feng Xingying also wanted to see how many pounds and how many pounds this Poison King had. Can you solve the poison of burning spirit powder?
Unexpectedly, the Poison King showed a sullen smile on his face, and the water-type spiritual power turned into a few dark cloud flowers, which were rolled towards the guards.
The next moment, they stopped crying and lay quietly on the ground.
Dead!
"So Your Excellency the Poison King is planning to admit defeat?" Feng Xingying sneered.
Killing someone who has been poisoned is no different from poisoning?
"I fight poison in a hundred miles, and I never fake other people's bodies. Little guy, if you have any poison, you can use it on me."
Feng Xingying thought of Baili Yeqing, all poisons are invincible!
The King of Poison, who hides in a hundred miles, must also be invulnerable to all poisons.
Feng Xingying suddenly had an idea.
"If the senior wants me to convince me to worship you as a teacher, I must allow me to go to the Sacrificial Cliff. Only the spirit of the enchantment of the Sacrificial Cliff can make my poison play its best role."
"You don't have to be so troublesome." Bailihui waved his hand, the eagle claws stretched out like a ghost, and grabbed straight at Feng Xingying's neck:
"Your strength is too weak to fight against me!"
He is going to attack.
Bailihui didn't want to kill Feng Xingying, but really wanted to be her disciple, and then tortured him a little bit and trained him into another poisonous hand with a twisted personality.