Part 7, Chapter 372

Part Seven Chapter 372 Poison Doctor Dance Juecheng

Ever since Chu Yang was reborn, he hadn't considered this matter. (氵Kun

氵Kun little bit)

In other words, there is no such thing in memory!

Until just now, Mo Qingwu said: "I will dance to the sky for you..."

At the time of these words, Chu Yang suddenly remembered as if enlightened. When I think of this poem, I think of this person.

Xueleihan!

It turned out that I had been ignoring this person all along! Why?

Thinking of Xue Leihan, Chu Yang suddenly thought of many, many things.

Only then did I realize that this life is different from the previous life in many ways.

In his previous life, he was the Poison Sword Martial Lord. Although he had a famous name, he was just a Martial Venerable. However, I was able to move freely for three days, and even in some places in the middle three days, I could come and go freely.

The king-level masters don't have three days at all, and the three days in the middle are pitifully rare.

When Mo Tianji ambushed himself, he only dispatched three thrones!

But in this life...

There are more than three thrones in the Mo family? Even the throne has it!

In the last three days, the throne is not worth mentioning, and the throne is not worth mentioning; the monarch level is nothing more than that, the holy level is common, and the supreme... Looking at it now, there may be thousands, or even tens of thousands!

In the previous life, there were two legends: Supreme Morning Wind and Supreme Flowing Cloud.

There are only contemporary supreme legends, Ning Tianya, Bu Liuqing...

What now?

Or he was ignorant and ignorant in his previous life. After three days, he was like a mouse crossing the street. He died before he got the fifth piece of the Nine Tribulations Sword when he first came up...

But legends are legends after all! Are you so ignorant?

And, most importantly, Xueleihan!

Then the literary talent is unrivaled,

There is no such thing as a person who is famous in the nine heavens in this life! Absolutely not! Absolutely nothing!

Why is that?

Thinking of Xueleihan, Chu Yang's heart skipped a beat again, and he suddenly felt a vague familiarity.

The fortune teller...

Mo Qingwu in the sky, the sky can be mended on the road of three lives, Yin and Yang need to cherish the delicate beauty, the evil spirit is awe-inspiring, don't lie...

so familiar...

Xueleihan!

Oh it's you!

Chu Yang was stunned.

He can now be 100% sure that in Tianji City, the fortune-teller old man he and Zi Xieqing met was the one who became friends with him in the previous life... the world's number one talented scholar Xue Leihan!

But at that time, he just didn't recognize it!

Who is he?

Among them, what is going on?

Chu Yang's mind suddenly turned into a mess. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, and the more he thought about it, the more clueless he became. I just faintly feel that if I can unravel all of these, then I will discover a big secret that is earth-shattering!

At this time, I heard Mo Qingwu say: "That person... is so strange."

Startled, Chu Yang looked up.

I saw a middle-aged scribe in white clothes walking tens of feet in front of me, stepping on the snow all the way.

This road is the only way to the Wanyao Grand Ceremony; at this moment, people are coming and going on the street, although it is early in the morning, it is extremely lively, but this man in white, just walking in the bustling crowd, There is also a warm smile on his face, which looks very amiable, but in the feeling, it feels like he has been alone for tens of thousands of years, and he is so out of tune with everything around him.

This person stepped on the white snow, creaking, and every step was a deep footprint. Walking like this should be very strenuous, but judging from his appearance, it was like a spring breeze, so leisurely and freehand.

"It's very strange." The alarm bell rang in Chu Yang's heart.

If the guess is correct, this person should be an extremely dangerous person.

While he was thinking, the man in white had already walked not far in front of him, suddenly turned his head, seemed to have spotted the two of them suddenly, and said with a smile: "What a little girl in red, she is really as cute as the pearl of fairy dew."

Mo Qingwu blushed and hid behind Chu Yang. Only half of his face was secretly exposed to watch.

Chu Yang smiled and cupped his hands: "I'm too proud, may I ask your Excellency?"

The man in white smiled casually and said, "Pharmacist, you're not in the top class." He seemed to be smiling wryly, but he was full of chic, and said, "I didn't pass the first test, so I was brushed off. Go and see the excitement."

Chu Yang smiled: "I see."

Said: "Maybe we go together all the way?"

When he said this, the man in white was also saying, "Why don't we go together?"

The two looked at each other and both laughed.

Chu Yang's smile was tolerant and kind, and the smile of the man in white was soft and warm.

However, when Mo Qingwu saw the smiles of the two, he suddenly shivered violently.

The two walked side by side, and the man in white smiled and said, "Brother Chu is going to win the championship this time. Today, little brother, I'm here to cheer for Brother Chu."

Chu Yang showed a surprised expression, and said with a broken smile: "It turns out that your honor knows me."

The man in white shook his head and laughed: "Brother Chu is the champion, how many of the pharmacists in Tianji City don't know you, Brother Chu?"

Chu Yang laughed very comfortably. Said: "It depends on luck...not necessarily, there are so many masters, but I am not sure at all."

He said that he was not sure at all, but his voice and face were obviously 'false modesty', clearly full of confidence.

The man in white lowered his head, as if he didn't look at him, and said, "Brother Chu, why should you be modest? With Brother Chu's accomplishments, it's no problem at all to be number one in the world."

At this time, suddenly someone on the side of the road called: "Ah, Brother Lu!"

The man in white stopped, and said apologetically, "Brother Chu, I met a friend."

Chu Yang hurriedly said, "Brother, please go ahead."

The man in white smiled apologetically, turned around in a hurry, and walked to the side of the person who was calling out on the side of the road. The two looked very affectionate, as if they had reunited after a long absence...

Chu Yang and Mo Qingwu continued to walk forward in the thick snow. They were still talking as usual, turned a corner, and entered another road.

There are only tens of feet away from the venue of the Wanyao Ceremony.

...

On the side of the road just now.

The man in white was still smiling, but his face had become cold.

A black shadow appeared silently, and asked with a smile, "Brother Wu, isn't it?"

The man in white shook his head, and said: "Probably not. But this kid is hiding deep enough; you, he is a king-level first-rank; but, there is a hidden sword intent on him. Depending on the situation, the real cultivation is definitely a sword." The level of Zhongshengjun! Moreover, it is not lower than the fifth rank!"

The man in black breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Then I don't worry, the sage in the sword is not scary. However, since he is the sage in the sword, he came all the way from the sword emperor, and the Nine Tribulations Sword Lord, It is absolutely impossible to become the Sword Emperor."

The man in white said: "Yes. Therefore, this Chu Yang is definitely not the Nine Tribulations Sword Master! However, this young man is definitely not under twenty years old, and he already has such a shocking cultivation level, and he is also the inheritance of the soul of a medical saint... It can be said It is this Jiuchongtian, the unique first genius! If this person develops, his future achievements may not be lower than the Nine Tribulations Sword Master!"

When these two people talked, when they mentioned the four words 'Nine Tribulations Sword Master', they were gnashing their teeth with awe-inspiring hatred.

The man in black was silent for a while, then said: "Then, did Brother Wu make a move?"

The man in white snorted, and said, "Of course I won't take advantage of him; along the way, I've injected him with seven types of poison! These seven types of poison are incurable, and they usually restrain each other, so nothing happens. But once the time limit is reached, it will happen immediately, just like a sudden stroke, and you can't recover! In the final, just let him have a seizure."

The man in black breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Brother Wu, thank you for your hard work."

The man in white smiled faintly: "It's not necessarily hard work, but... poisoning such a small character is a bit self-deprecating..."

The two laughed and then disappeared suddenly.

...

Over there, Chu Yang turned the corner.

The sword spirit came out almost in a cold sweat: "My God, I really saw a ghost."

"Seeing a ghost? Hehe..." Chu Yang was not surprised, and said calmly, "That person just now should be Wu Juecheng, right?"

Sword Spirit froze for a moment: "How do you know?"

"I just know." Chu Yang smiled, "Intuition."

Then he said, "He didn't recognize me."

Then said: "If he recognizes me, then at this moment, I have become a pile of rotten meat!"

Sword Spirit sighed, and said: "That's not bad at all. Wu Juecheng's hatred for the Nine Tribulations Sword Master far surpasses the current Dharma Venerable!"

Chu Yang understood and said: "Because Wu Juecheng has a special status, hehe, the descendants of the Morrofeng Supreme Being are always praised by others wherever they go. In their whole life, where has they suffered any setbacks or deceptions? How can they be fooled by others for a lifetime?" Don't hate?"

Then he asked, "What poison did he poison me?"

The sword spirit was stunned: "Can you feel that he poisoned you?"

Chu Yang smiled faintly: "I can't feel it! Even up to now, I haven't even felt it at all; but Wu Juecheng didn't come here specifically to say these few words that don't hurt or itch."

"The seven poisons check and balance each other, causing a stroke to cause paralysis." The sword spirit smiled: "However, he doesn't want your life. It seems that he just wants you to have a stroke in the final..."

Chu Yang clicked his tongue and said, "It's amazing! Can it be cured?"

Sword Spirit said: "Of course there is no problem. But... this kind of poison can only be absorbed by the Nine Tribulations Sword. If Wu Juecheng finds out that you are not poisoned, he will immediately know that you are the Nine Tribulations Sword Master. Then come to kill you! Even in the finals, he couldn't stop him."

Chu Yang pondered, "Is there any other way?"

"Yes." Jian Ling smiled: "You can put a bottle of spring water in your arms and drink half of it; this kind of poison can be delayed for a period of time before reoccurring. I will take the poison away and you will finish the game." Even if Wu Juecheng came, he would know the reason when he saw the spring of life..."

Chu Yang's eyes lit up: "He made me paralyzed and suffered a stroke. It shouldn't be as simple as stopping me from the final. It should be... there should be other plans. Otherwise, with Wu Juecheng's status, how could he poison me? Wouldn't it be easy and pleasant to just slap him to death with one palm?"

"So their goal is still Sister Zi and the others." Chu Yang snorted coldly: "Want to use poison as a counterbalance, blackmail?"