Competition of Poison

Chapter 61: Competition of Poison Art

"Clark, if this is the case, let me beat you up. From now on, you can cover the red spots on your hands with a piece of red cloth. Maybe we will be good friends in the future." Yifeng said with a smile.

"Hehe, Young Master Feng, with your personality, would you agree to such a condition? We are the same kind of people." Clark looked at Yifeng and smiled.

Yifeng thought about it for a while, and couldn't help shivering. It seems ridiculous to tie a red cloth on your hand to cover it up and ostentatiously.

"Or, like this, it's okay to tie a piece of black cloth." Yifeng said weakly.

Clark almost fell down out of breath: Is there a difference between black cloth and red cloth?

"Hehe, I still want to see how Young Master Feng is going to beat me up." Clark forced himself to hold back his anger. He had forgotten how many years he hadn't been angry, but today, he was still angered by Yi Feng's few words. .

"Hehe, how to beat him, of course he beat him with his hands." After Yi Feng said carelessly, he began to roll up his sleeves, looking like a gangster fighting.

When Rong Mei saw this scene, she was taken aback for a moment, then remembered something, she grabbed Yi Feng suddenly and said: "Senior brother Yi Feng, you..."

Yi Feng glanced lightly at the beautifully dressed Rong Mei in front of him, and said with a sneer in his heart: You still have a little conscience, remembering that I am a useless person.

Yifeng ignored Rong Mei, got rid of her arm, walked to Clark and said, "Your force alone is no match for Rong Mei. The reason why you are so confident is because you have poison skills."

"Young Master Feng really has good eyesight, but are you going to compete with me in poison art? Hehe, I've never heard that Young Master Feng has learned poison art." Clark said with a slight smile. However, he couldn't help getting excited: in this holy land, the person he wants to defeat the most is Yifeng. If he can defeat Yifeng, then he will be the number one. As for Liufeng, he will automatically be forgotten by him. up. Although that kid is very strong, he is too stupid to look down on him. In the Holy Land, there are only three people who can catch his eyes, Tian Ni, Shi Dai'er, and Yi Feng who is the most important to him.

Yifeng sneered, he naturally knew what these people were up to. In this Holy Land, as long as you can suppress yourself, you will be the number one person in the Holy Land to deal with.

"Feng Shao, be careful." After finishing speaking, Clark took out a few thin needles from his bosom without thinking, and galloped towards Yifeng.

Yifeng looked at the black needle, he sneered, and actually made a movement that made everyone open their mouths. He actually used his hands to pick up the thin needles.

"Senior Brother Yi Feng, it's poisonous..." Rong Mei shouted, she couldn't imagine how Yi Feng, who was always smart, would make such a vulgar mistake.

Without the slightest suspense, Yi Feng's palm was pierced with a few thin needles, and the white palm centered on the thin needles, circles of black ink spread out to the surroundings, Rong Mei was horrified to see it.

When Yifeng saw this scene, he sneered slightly in his heart, ignored the spreading toxin, swung his left hand violently and was stabbed by the fine needles, and those few needles suddenly shot towards Clark again.

When Clark saw this, he seemed to be unable to respond: What exactly is Yifeng doing? If he didn't rush to force the poison, why did he still attack me with my golden needle. Did he think the poison I prepared would work on him?

Even though he thought so, Clark didn't dare to underestimate him, his figure flashed. Dodge the few thin needles that originally belonged to him.

Seeing this, Yi Feng couldn't help but chuckled, Clark was indeed more cautious than Liu Feng.

Yifeng looked at the blackness that had almost stretched to his arm, and then he took out a few gold needles from his pocket, and with a wave of his hand, several golden needles pierced his arm at the same time, and the blackness that continued to spread finally stopped .

Seeing this, Yifeng took out a bottle of this faintly fragrant liquid from the Naling Ring again, and dripped a few drops on the place pricked by Clark's fine needle.

After finishing all this, Yifeng pulled out the golden needles from his arm, and the movements of his hands kept changing, and the golden needles danced in a strange arrangement on his arm. The spreading black also pushed down little by little, and soon, a few drops of pitch-black blood were forced out from the hole just pierced by the fine needle.

Seeing this scene, Rong Mei and Clark stared at Yifeng with wide-eyed eyes. The two of them stared blankly at the palms that had returned to tenderness. They seemed to be in disbelief.

How could Clark never have imagined that the most poisonous toxin he could concoct would be detoxified so simply? !

"Are you a doctor?" Clark looked at Yifeng in a daze. Yifeng's medical skills are obviously not low with Yifeng's method of detoxification just now, which also shows that his poison technique is useless in front of Yifeng.

"What do you say?!"

It's a joke, your poison technique really doesn't catch my eye, don't say that I can resolve it with my own poison technique, even if you only rely on medical skills, your poison technique is not threatening to me at all.

"Why? Don't you want to see what happened to your thin needles? Maybe you will get some other information, which can also satisfy your curiosity." Yifeng looked at Clark and smiled slightly.

Clark looked at Yifeng suspiciously, and then looked slightly at the few thin needles on the ground. Although Yifeng doubted the purpose of doing this, but after thinking about it, he still picked up those few thin needles.

The thin needle is still a thin needle, and its dark appearance has not changed at all.

"Damn, you're stupid. I told you to look at the fine needles and you just look at them. Now run your fighting spirit and see if it still works?" Yifeng looked at Clark with contempt.

"Are you still a poison master?" Clark felt that the fighting spirit in his body seemed to be bound, and he couldn't move even a little bit no matter how much he controlled it with soul power.

Clark froze in place: he had just guessed that Yifeng had tampered with the fine needles, but he never thought that Yifeng was a doctor and a poisoner at the same time. Moreover, judging by the means of poisoning, it will only be higher than himself.

"Surprised, isn't it? Hehe, I configured this poison after groping, but what makes me very dissatisfied is that it only works on people below the division level. And it only works for a quarter of an hour." Yifeng sighed.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief. If a martial artist can restrain his fighting spirit, it would be simply too terrifying.

Rong Mei stared at Yi Feng fixedly, she never thought that Yi Feng would be a poison master, who was insulted by the world as a poison master.

"Young Master Feng, at this moment I really give in to you. If you want to beat me up, you can beat me up, but I will definitely find this place back." Clark said very bachelor.

When Yifeng saw this, he was slightly taken aback, and his goodwill soared, and he was a little bit helpless. Yifeng has always admired people with the same personality as himself.

"Tianni, why don't you hide. Go and beat yourself up." After Yi Feng shouted to the side, in Clark's astonishment, he walked to the side without turning his head.

Seeing this, Rong Mei bit her lip and followed Yi Feng.

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