Chapter 410: Eyes in the flame

Medicine...people?
His eyes squinted slightly. Yang Feng heard these two words and immediately remembered what Wudu Boys did to the villagers in Longhu Town. At this moment, he still remembers the pain and helplessness of the villagers. Immediately he grabbed the poison king's beard and roared: Did you make my brother a zombie? How is this different from killing him? You old bastard! "
bump!
With a muffled sound, Yang Feng gave him a glance.
The Poison King didn't understand anything, so he was punched in the eyes of a panda, and immediately started crying aggrieved: Heroes, what is a zombie? The old man didn't make Brother Ling into a zombie, just made a medicine man. "
What's the difference between that and zombies? Should I take him back and feed him human flesh every day! "
bump!
With another punch, the Poison King shook his body, and now his eye sockets were all bruised and swollen, finally symmetrical.
The corner of his mouth was flat, and the Poison King was unknown, so he almost cried: Daxia, do you have any misunderstandings? The medicine man is similar to ordinary people. He doesn't eat human flesh. Isn't he a beast? "
Shao Meng Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu has seen the medicine man made by your apprentice, one by one, stinking corpses and zero IQ, not as good as wild animals. Do you dare to make my brother this kind of thing, and see if I won't beat you to death. "
and many more! "
With that said, Yang Feng was about to raise his fist and beat him violently, but was hurriedly waved by the Poison King, and stopped: Hero, my apprentice can’t be a medicine man, what you said is a poison, a temporary production Of low-end species. The real medicine man is the hard work of the old man for nearly a hundred years of research, aiming to develop the ultimate potential of the human body and create a flawless ultimate warrior, which is not the same as that. "
squeak!
The waving fist suddenly stagnated, and Yang Feng was stunned unconsciously: The ultimate fighter? That's not the kind of sand sculpture freaks I encountered, brainless, just ahhhhh? "
That’s right, the medicine man looks like ordinary people, there is no difference, it will not be the kind of walking corpse that only ah ah ah and random attacks, but a kind of through countless treasured medicinal materials, open up the body's muscles and veins, greatly improve talent An artificial genius. If Brother Ling can pass this medicine man experiment, he will definitely become the first person in the mainland to become the world's megatron. "
With both eyes fixed on Yang Feng, the Poison King said with a proud face, but soon, seeing Yang Feng's suspicious eyes, he smiled brightly and said: Uh...Of course, no matter how talented your brother is , Can't compare to your old man, so let's be the second in mainland China, ha ha ha! "
The arm stiffened in the air slowly lowered, Yang Feng took a deep look at the old man, and after thinking it over for a while, he nodded clearly: OK, I will believe you for the time being. Go, take me to see my brother. If he is okay, let's all talk about it. If he has the slightest handicap... Hey, you, the Holy Fire Sect General Altar, should have disappeared from this world. "
Uh, yes, yes, please rest assured, heroes. From the current point of view, Brother Ling's progress is all well, the old man will take you to see him, please here! "
Bowing slightly, the Poison King raised his hand humbly and made a please gesture.
Yang Feng nodded sharply, and walked out of the hall under his lead. The Corpse King and the Five Poison Boys hurriedly followed.
Huh!
Suddenly, at this moment, an eye suddenly disappeared in the raging flames on the high platform in the middle of the hall.
Yang Feng stagnated, and stopped immediately, but looking back, he couldn't see anything.
Hero, what's wrong with you? "
Seeing him stop, the poison king asked unexpectedly.
His brows frowned slightly, Yang Feng turned back, scratched his head, his face was puzzled: Hey, how did I feel someone staring at me from behind just now? Is it an illusion? "
Hero, how are you? "
Oh, it's okay, let's go quickly. "
The Poison King asked again, Yang Feng didn't understand, he just assumed that he had an illusion, he didn't think too much, waved his hand, and urged everyone to leave together.
Huh huh!
But not long after he left, a pair of weird eyes flashed out again in the blazing flames behind him, staring tightly at his distant figure, eyes gleaming.
Then, it slowly disappeared again...
Rumble!
The huge door of the hall was slowly opened, and the holy flame cultists who had been guarding the door were all ready to wait for the invader to walk out, and then they swarmed and chopped him into meat sauce.
But before they had time to rush up, they saw the poison king and the dead king, the two great guardians of the law, and the five poison boys surrounded the intruder, and walked out joyfully, as if nothing was left.
What, is it settled?
The heart was stagnant, and everyone looked puzzled.
Seeing their murderous looks, the Poison King suddenly looked serious and shouted: What are they all gathering in front of the door for? go back! Nothing for you here. Daxia Yang came to me to cause some conflicts with the Holy Fire Church before, but it was a misunderstanding. Just now after the old man had a cordial and friendly discussion with him, the misunderstanding had already been resolved. "
Uh... Lord Poison King, are you sure it was a cordial and friendly discussion? "
With a twitch of cheeks, everyone looked at the two dark circles of the Poison King's eyes, and suddenly everything was clear in their hearts, but it was hard to explain.
I am afraid that the French king was severely repaired by others. Don't sign any unequal treaties.
Everyone slandered, and the Poison King gave them a fierce look, and immediately furiously said: The old man let you go, are you deaf? Dare to be disrespectful? Beware that the old man feeds you his poison! "
Uh yes yes..."
Nodding their heads in a hurry, everyone hurriedly dispersed. Since even the King doesn’t mind, why do they insist on fighting the invaders?
So when everyone saw that there was nothing wrong, they also left the place one after another.
The Poison King continued to lead the way with humility, leading Yang Feng and the others through the narrow corridors, and finally came to a hall the size of a football field.
Here, there are more than one hundred torch believers, rushing back and forth, recording data, as if they were scientists in a laboratory.
Around the hall, there are various poisons, such as poisonous snakes, spiders, centipedes, toads...and so on.
Many breeders, after extracting the venom, then record them in detail.
As for the innermost place, there are a lot of turquoise crystals neatly placed, filled with thick liquid, a figure with closed eyes, as if asleep, floating peacefully inside. With.
Yang Feng looked at these figures deeply, looked closer, and muttered: This is..."
Hero, this is Medicine Man! "
The corners of his mouth curled up, and the Poison King said with a smug expression: The gestation environment of ordinary people in the womb is called the congenital state. At this time, it is the key to determining a person's talent. Once born from the womb, he entered the acquired realm, and all his talents were finalized. Now the old man locks them in this medicinal crystal, with a variety of rare drugs to simulate the innate environment, which is to promote their secondary growth and improve their talents. "
After all, every cultivator understands that talent is not good, and no matter how hard it is, it will not take effect. Most people have been shaped since they were born. The warlord will always be the warlord, and the warlord will always be the warlord. It is useless to practice. But the old man didn't believe in that evil, so he wanted them to reshape their bodies, develop their talents again, and break this limit. If this experiment is successful, then my holy flame will be able to have a large number of highly productive and powerful people, and the revival of my teaching will be just around the corner! "
With a long spit, the poison king's eyes are full of hope, full of confidence in the future...