Chapter 787: Deception is too Feng Shui Men (Part 1)

The elders of Feng Shui Gate were gearing up to take down those outside the gate.
But after hearing Xiao Bufan talk about Zhang Fan's greatness, they all became a little silent.
Zhang Fan's level is indeed not high, but he has a four-dimensional space law, which is a bit difficult to deal with.
In addition, poison can be used, and his poison ignores dimensions.
This is even more troublesome.
The great elder stroked the thick black beard on his chin with his right hand, and squinted his eyes slightly: "In this case, it is a bit troublesome."
Seeing these old guys hesitate, Xiao Bufan snorted in his heart: one by one old counselors who were greedy for life and fear of death.
So I had to take out the dragon fruit as a temptation.
"Whoever captures or kills that kid, I will take out a dragon fruit. If the two elders work together to win the kid, then I can give them two dragon fruits."
When the elders heard this, the fiery eyes in their eyes became even more fiery.
Although the kid knows the laws of four-dimensional space and can use poison, a martial sage has a 60% chance of winning against him.
Now if the two martial sages work together, the odds of winning are much greater.
"Uncommon, don't worry, the second elder and I will definitely come back with that guy's head to vent your anger."
The elder said.
"Where did the great elder say? This kind of trivial matter still requires you to go out in person? My seventh elder and twenty-two elders can easily handle it."
"Hey, the seventh elders are all overkill when they go out. Why use a sledgehammer to kill the chicken? It is enough for my twenty-eight elders and twenty-ninth elders to go out."
When talking about this, I saw that the three elders and eight elders had already left.
Xiao Bufan snorted in his heart.
These guys are really unprofitable guys.
But having said that, who can become a martial artist, which one is a fuel-efficient lamp?
Hey, that kid outside the door, just wait to die!
However, just as the elders left the treatment room one after another, gearing up to clean up Zhang Fan, a pharmacist suddenly exclaimed, "No!"
This bad sound made all the elders who were leaving stopped and turned around.
It was the fifth-grade alchemist who had taken out the fifth-grade poison spirit liquid before.
I saw him holding Xiao Bufan's hand with an anxious expression on his face.
Everyone looked at Xiao Bufan's hand, and saw Xiao Bufan's right palm, the dark green that had been lightened just now, and now it was a bit thicker than before.
"Why is this?"
The Great Elder asked in surprise.
The fifth-level pharmacist's brows were twisted into a pimple, and his face was solemn: "It seems that the poisonous spirit liquid can only suppress toxins, but cannot completely eliminate this toxin."
"How is it possible?" the elder stunned, "Didn't it mean that the poisonous liquid can detoxify all known poisons?"
The five-level alchemist's expression became more solemn: "I'm afraid this toxin is not a known poison."
"What about then?"
Xiao Bufan looked at his right hand nervously again.
The fifth-level pharmacist thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "You must tie the bell to untie the bell."
All the elders nodded one after another when they heard the words: "Let's go out, grab the kid and force him to come up with an antidote."
Then the twenty-nine elders huffed, and all walked out of the door.
The voice of the fifth-level pharmacist behind him came: "Every elder, please be faster. In my opinion, Xiao Shishu only has half an hour."
The elders became more solemn after hearing this.
In addition to the temptation of dragon fruit, there is another important task: to save Xiao Bufan's life.
Otherwise, the elders like them will not be well when the head comes back.
...
Let's say that Zhang Fan is in front of the gate, flapping his wings, floating in the air.
For him, a man of unknown origin, hundreds of Feng Shuimen disciples turned him away in a fan shape.
A leading disciple asked who came and why he came.
Zhang Fan didn't answer at all, just waiting for someone to come out.
More than ten minutes later, nearly 30 people walked out of the mountain gate quickly.
Zhang Fan only distinguished a little, and he knew that these nearly thirty people were not easy.
The other disciples were all dressed in Feng Shuimen uniforms, and only these nearly thirty people were wearing casual clothes.
And after the nanometer watch test, these nearly 30 people turned out to be Wu Sheng.
The one with the strongest strength has even reached the fifth-level martial sage.
These nearly thirty people stood together, and just by their momentum, they could scare their opponents into the top half.
When the disciples saw that the twenty-nine elders appeared together, they stepped aside respectfully and looked at Zhang Fan in doubt.
What is this kid's ability to let twenty-nine martial sages come out to fight together?
At this time, the great elder looked up at Zhang Fan who was slightly flapping his blood wings in the sky, then glanced at the disciples who were armed with weapons, and scolded: "The visitor is a guest. How do you treat guests like this, is it the way to welcome guests? "
Those disciples quickly put away their weapons and stood with their hands down.
The elder then gave Zhang Fan a fist and smiled: "Guest, we have no grudges or grudges with you in Feng Shui Men, why do we poison people?"
Faced with these twenty-nine martial sages, Zhang Fan felt that he was not at ease~EbookFREE.me~, but for the sake of the volcanic ice soul, that is, the dragon fruit among these populations, he could not care about so much.
"You people from Feng Shui Sect have robbed me of my volcanic ice soul. You dare to say that there is no grudge or hatred?"
The great elder thought that saying the word Feng Shui Men would make this kid jealous.
Unexpectedly, this kid didn't even show the slightest fear.
Now he smiled and said: "You may have misunderstood. There is no volcanic ice here. There are only five dragon fruits. They were picked by Xiao Shishu from Feng Shuimen, who risked his life. Uncle uses poison, his heart is so vicious..."
"Ha ha."
Zhang Fan sneered and interrupted the big elder's words: "If you snatched my volcanic ice soul, the wicked would sue first. What a ridiculous one of the three big sects!"
"shut up!"
"Dare to insult our Feng Shuimen, do not want to live!"
"presumptuous!"
The elders shouted and yelled.
Nearly thirty martial sages drank claws, if they were ordinary people, they would already be scared to pee at this time.
But Zhang Fan didn't change his face.
Although the strength is far inferior to these people, it does not mean that they have to shrink.
The elder Feng Shuimen waved his right hand to stop those elders from yelling, and then turned to Zhang Fan and said: "You hurt our Feng Shui Sect Master Xiao, and you insulted our Feng Shui Men. I don’t care about you. You just need to take out the antidote to detoxify our Senior Uncle Xiao, and I will let you go. How?"
Zhang Fan is not a three-year-old child, so naturally he knows something that is not true.
He sneered: "If I detoxify, but you won't let me go, I am a little paladin, but I can't beat you. Wouldn't it be at your disposal?"
The great elder stroked his long black beard and laughed: "As one of the three sects of the immortal world, our Feng Shui Sect will not lose faith in others."