Chapter 172 Forced Invitation

"It's true, this kid is really a peerless genius. This kid has cracked the alchemy formula that I have been thinking about for many years. I really admire it, I admire it..."

Tao Danniang couldn't help laughing out loud, both sighing and melancholy. Zhuo Fan's amazing strength in alchemy made her feel that her alchemy was even more insignificant.

This is much bigger than the blow that Poisonous Hand Medicine King gave her.

After all, even if the Poisonous Hand Medicine King is Tianyu's number one alchemist, she can still see his back. But Zhuo Fan seemed to be an eagle soaring into the sky, and she was beyond her reach in just an instant.

When Chu Qingcheng and the others heard this, they couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "Is this true?"

"Of course, you see, this kid left us seventeen elixirs, which are just right for us to detoxify seventeen people and help Huayulou to tide us over!" Tao Danniang took a deep breath and laughed.

Chu Qingcheng couldn't help but blinked, and still couldn't believe it was true, and murmured: "Aunt Tao, you mean, he cracked the pill recipe that Qingtian left behind? So, that recipe is real me?"

"Yes, it is indeed true. Although the Poison Hand Medicine King denies it, if you want to detoxify the seven-color cloud palm, you must refine it according to the antidote pill. Otherwise, there is no way to do it."

Tao Danniang chuckled, and then said in admiration: "But this kid is even more amazing. He not only cracked the pill recipe, but also improved it. The pill recipe was originally a seventh-rank elixir, but this kid abruptly improved it to an eighth-rank super pill. Grade. In this way, even grandma can fully recover."

"What, grandma?" Long Jiu and the others couldn't help being startled, and shouted: "Isn't she already dead?"

With a mysterious smile, Tao Danniang gently shook her head: "There is still a breath, but she will be resurrected soon!"

Hearing this, everyone felt their hearts tremble.

Zhuo Fan's hand is big enough. Huayulou's grandmother, who is a famous iron lady, acts decisively and resolutely. Now not only all the landlords of Huayulou have got rid of the control of Yaowangdian, even the grandma has been resurrected.

Then this Huayu Tower has risen again. The Emperor's Gate wanted to break through the Huayu Tower, but it was never that easy!

"This kid really brought Huayulou back from the ashes!" Long Jiu sighed, admiring Zhuo Fan even more. I'm afraid that Zhuo Fan's layout was like this from the beginning.

Otherwise, it's just a messy Huayulou, which won't be able to block the Emperor's Gate for long, and will drag down allies. Now, Huayulou can be regarded as a powerful help.

Long Jiu and the others understood this point, and Chu Qingcheng and the others knew it even more.

Looking at each other, Chu Qingcheng and the others felt a little gratitude to Zhuo Fan in their hearts. Even the landlord Peony who scolded Zhuo Fan for being ruthless and unjust just now felt a little ashamed in his heart.

In any case, regardless of Zhuo Fan's purpose, one thing is for sure. He did make Huayulou stand up again.

Based on this alone, he is the great benefactor of Huayulou!

"Now, he doesn't owe me any more, but what I owe him, we still have something to do with each other!" Chu Qingcheng frowned, and couldn't help laughing slyly.

Then, everyone couldn't wait to return to the Huayu Tower to detoxify the sisters and rebuild the morale of the army.

However, what no one noticed was that under the moon, on the top of a tree far away, a figure with wings on his back watched them leave, sighed, and disappeared into the vast night...

On the other hand, on the wide avenue, Yan Fu wept in tears while driving a carriage westward. That was the direction of the Hall of the King of Medicine, and what was placed in the carriage was the body of his master, the poisonous hand of the King of Medicine.

Perhaps no one expected that during this trip to Huayu City, the dignified Poison Hand Medicine King would die unexpectedly.

Wiping his nose viciously, Yan Fu thought of his master's voice and smile, and his concern for himself, and his heart became even more heartbroken, and his two unsatisfactory eyes couldn't help but shed tears again.

"No, I can't cry, I want revenge!" Wiping away tears, a firm look flashed in Yan Fu's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Zhuo Fan, sooner or later, I will kill you to comfort my master's spirit in heaven!"

call!

Suddenly, a strong wind came and thunder exploded. Yan Fu was startled, he turned his head and saw a man with thunder wings on his back rushing straight towards him.

"Zhuo... Zhuo... Zhuo Fan!"

All of a sudden, Yan Fu's aura of blood and vengeance disappeared in an instant, his face collapsed, and he almost didn't cry.

Brother, I said that I will seek revenge on you later, what are you doing now, I am not ready yet, give me seven or eighty years to prepare, okay?

But Zhuo Fan couldn't control so much, and he did it immediately when he decided.

Whoosh!

Faster than a flash of lightning, Zhuo Fan is here in an instant!

Yan Fu narrowed his eyes and pupils, he had no choice but to jump out of the car dozens of meters away. After somersaulting on the ground, he stood up with a serious look on his face.

Since there is no way to avoid it, then come on, the big deal is death, I am not afraid of you.

However, Zhuo Fan didn't go to see him at all.

boom!

A thunder blasted, and Zhuo Fan passed through the carriage in an instant, and the carriage turned into fly ash in a bang. But when Zhuo Fan flew to the sky again, there was already an extra figure in his hand.

Yan Fu took a closer look and saw that it was the corpse of his master's poisonous hand medicine king, and could not help but scolded anxiously: "Zhuo Fan, you bastard, why did you snatch my master's body?"

"Go back and whip

Corpse, hahahaha..."

Zhuo Fan's sarcasm laughed in the air, Yan Fu's face trembled, he had no choice but to cry, and wailed: "Master, I'm sorry, my apprentice is useless, even if you can't hold your body, why don't you die?" To be insulted by that villain, this disciple is really unfilial..."

Looking back at the kid, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but chuckled and nodded. Although this kid has a lot of tricks and can't achieve any great things, his filial piety is very valuable.

After flying for another half an hour, Zhuo Fan landed in a hidden forest and threw the body of the Poisonous Hand Medicine King on the ground.

Looking at the old man with a calm face, Zhuo Fan took out a elixir, stuffed it into his mouth, and then took out a gourd. Open the cork, and a blood-red silkworm crawled out with twists and turns.

"Hey hey... it finally came in handy!"

Zhuo Fan smiled evilly, and stuffed the blood silkworm into the mouth of the Poisonous Hand Medicine King. Then he retracted the gourd, struck out the formula in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Ah..."

Suddenly, a shocking sound wave was sent to the Poisonous Hand Medicine King on the ground with ripples visible to the naked eye.

Vigorously shaking his body, Poison Hand Yao Wang sat up suddenly, his heart was shocked, his eyes flashed with confusion, and he looked around: "Old man... where is this?"

"Hehehe...Old Yan, we can finally talk calmly." Zhuo Fan raised his mouth and looked at him with a kind smile blessed by a heavenly official.

But when Yan Song saw his hypocritical face, he couldn't help shivering, subconsciously stepped back quickly, and distanced himself from him.

That look, just like a little white rabbit meeting a big tiger, is completely out of instinct.

If anyone saw this, their jaws would drop in shock. The majestic number one alchemist in Tianyu, the king of poisonous hands and medicine, has been in the mainland for many years. He has always been arrogant and afraid of who will come. Why is he so afraid now?

But anyone who has fought against Zhuo Fan can fully understand the behavior of Poison Hand Medicine King at this time. The horror of the Demon King Zhuo Fan is beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

"I... I was killed by you, how could it be..." After staring at Zhuo Fan for a long time, the poisonous hand medicine king seemed to remember what happened four days ago, but to him, it seemed to be just now. Happened not long ago.

Can't help chuckling, Zhuo Fan said lightly: "I, Zhuo Fan, have always been measured in my shots. Those who want to kill are not alive. Those who don't want to kill are not dead. The sound wave that hit you at that time, I have already If it has been weakened, it will only temporarily separate your primordial spirit from your body, causing you to appear in suspended animation. As long as I feed you a Resurrection Pill and threaten you with the same sound wave, you will wake up."

The eyeballs could not stop rolling, the Poison Hand Medicine King had fully understood, he couldn't help but looked at him suspiciously and said: "Why did you let me go, didn't you kill the old man right away?"

"Hehehe... As I said, I respect you as a generation of alchemy masters. It's a pity to kill it, it's better to use it for me!" Zhuo Fan's eyes flashed a bright light, and he chuckled.

Startled, the Poison Hand Medicine King already knew what Zhuo Fan meant, so he couldn't help but sneered: "Hahaha... You want to recruit this old man, what a beautiful idea? This old man is the number one alchemist in the Palace of Medicine King, how could he condescend? Do you listen to your orders?"

"Okay, sure enough, I like an old man like you, you are persistent enough, so you can make alchemy well!" Zhuo Fan gave a big praise, and gave a thumbs up to the Poisonous Hand Medicine King, "Oh, then I won't It's hard for a strong man!"

Unknowingly stunned, the Poison Hand Medicine King was a little strange. He was not angry at all when he contradicted him? Just give up like that, isn't this his devil's style?

"Zhuofan, don't you try to persuade me anymore?"

"Why are you persuading me? Anyway, I will only say anything once, as long as the meaning is conveyed!" The corners of Zhuo Fan's mouth curled up slightly, looking unusually kind.

But the next moment, it was a dozen seals in his hand.

Suddenly, a scarlet blood mark suddenly appeared on the forehead of the Poisonous Hand Medicine King, followed by a burst of blood boiling all over his body. It was as if his head was about to explode, as if every inch of his nerves were being torn apart.

The Poisonous Hand Medicine King held his head tightly, rolling on the ground in pain. From the seven orifices, gurgling blood was already pouring out continuously.

"Zhuo Fan, what the hell did you do to me?" The poisonous hand drug king was about to burst, his pupils were about to pop out, it was very miserable.

He asked himself, since his life, he had never tasted such a painful feeling. Even if he had suffered from the most violent poison in alchemy before, he didn't feel this way. Even the pain that time was not as good as one ten-thousandth of this time.

He really didn't understand, what exactly did Zhuo Fan do to him?

Can't help but smile dumbly, Zhuo Fan took out a red worm and showed him: "Old Yan, I'm telling you the truth. Before you woke up, I was afraid that you would not agree, so I ate this little thing for you. This is my My monster, the blood silkworm, as long as I have a thought, it can make your whole body burst into blood and explode to death."

Unable to stop being startled, Poison Hand Poison King never expected Zhuo Fan to have such a vicious poison, knowing that he couldn't get rid of it for a while, so he yelled: "Zhuo Fan, your words don't count, don't you not force me!"

"Yes, I didn't force you. It's your freedom to follow me or not. But if you refuse, it means that we are still enemies. I kill an enemy, it's only right and proper." Zhuo Fan looked innocent, look at him.

The corner of Poison Hand Medicine King's mouth twitched, he was on the verge of crying, but he was speechless.

He knew in his heart that Zhuo Fan was forcing him to submit, but the reason was so fucking reasonable that he couldn't refute it at all.

"Then you can give the old man a good time, don't torture the old man anymore.

Husband! "

"Tut tsk tsk... That's up to you. How to kill your enemy is up to me. Have you ever seen the enemy and taught him how to kill yourself?" Zhuo Fan blinked and showed a smile. innocent smile.

But that smile, in the eyes of the Poisonous Hand Medicine King, is so terrifying!

Demon Zhuo Fan, well-deserved of his reputation, is too vicious...