Chapter 2502: Lord Poison

After Chi Qingming finished speaking, he felt very guilty.
After all, he had never been to the Silver White Conference.
However, he cannot expose this fact now.
Because once the facts are exposed, let the people of the three sects know that the Hanshan Sect has no treasures, then under the anger of the three sects, they may do something out of the ordinary.
"Hey, that's right, Master Drunkard sees it, Brother Chi still remembers us!"
The drunkard apprentice instantly beamed his eyebrows, but he was a bit nervous, but he didn't see Chi Qingming's strange expression.
However, the drunkard apprentice did not find an abnormality, which does not mean that the old drunkard did not notice.
"Young Master Chi, your strength... why do you recede so fast?"
The old drunkard asked suspiciously. He noticed that Chi Qingming looked at him with strange eyes, obviously insincere.
"It's true that you don't lie to you!"
Chi Qingming smiled bitterly: "I can fight against the masters of the Profound Fire Sect. I can rely on a heavy treasure bestowed by the sect. If there is no such heavy treasure to protect my body, I am afraid I would have fallen in Hutouzhai!"
"Chong Treasure? Is that what the three turtle sects want you to hand over from the Hanshan Sect? Wow, what a wonderful baby that must be, I really want to see it with my own eyes!"
The drunkard apprentice believed it was true, and was very interested in what Chi Qingming said about the treasure.
The old drunkard remained silent, and he was now increasingly suspicious of Chi Qingming.
Because in his impression, Chi Qingming is not a very talkative person, that kind of incomparably cold and arrogant temperament is hard to imitate or imitate.
But the Chi Qingming in front of him was quite different from the Chi Qingming he had in his impression. The other party was not only talkative, but also had a very rich expression on his face when he spoke, which was completely out of touch with Gao Leng.
"Young Master Chi, if we can escape this calamity today, we must find another chance to have a nice drink. We didn't have a good time last time!"
Thinking of this, the old drunkard started to use Chi Qingming's words. He knew that Chi Qingming didn't like drinking, so he wanted to see how the other party would answer.
"Huh? Old drunkard, Brother Chi is not..."
The drunkard apprentice heard this and just wanted to say something, but was sealed by the warning eyes of the old drunkard.
However, Chi Qingming did not notice the difference between the two masters and apprentices, and hurriedly said: "Old seniors don't worry, as long as they hand over the treasures, we will be fine. When the matter is over, I will be drunk with them. Fang Xiu!"
"what?"
The drunkard apprentice opened his mouth in surprise, he heard that right, Chi... Chi Qingming can drink?
No, right? Chi Qingming has never had a drink with them!
Did the other party forget about it again?
How could this be possible?
It's fine if you can't remember the real thing, but Chi Qingming now directly admits to the imaginary things, that's not right.
There is definitely a problem with Chi Qingming in front of me!
The gazes of the master and apprentice met for a moment, and their hearts became clear!
It's not that Chi Qingming can't remember things, but that they have confessed to the wrong person!
Perhaps this Chi Qingming is the real Chi Qingming, but it is definitely not the Chi Qingming who rescued them that day.
"Old drunkard, this business is really a loss!"
The drunkard apprentice moved his mouth a few times but did not see him speak. It turned out that he used his lips: "Bai was beaten, and the wrong person was saved!"
"Stop talking nonsense, find a chance to spot the slip!"
The drunkard also replied with his lips. They communicated very secretly, and Chi Qingming didn't notice at all.
In the distance of the martial arts field, the leaders of the three sects are still negotiating with the heads and elders of the Hanshan School, but the progress of the two sides is obviously not very smooth.
The three sects allow the Hanshan faction to surrender the treasures, otherwise they will have to use extraordinary methods.
However, the Hanshan faction was completely false because of the treasures, so it didn't let it go if it was beaten to death.
"Yan Yuan! You, an old thing who doesn't buy in oil and salt, we don't plan to use it for your face. Do you really think we dare not touch your Hanshan School?"
The head of the Treading Sword Sect pointed to the nose of the head of the Hanshan Sect and cursed. He didn't expect the Hanshan Sect to be like the rocks in the pit, smelly and hard.
"A third-rate sect in a mere trivial area, dare to slap our face time and time again, so wow, you won't give it, are you? The poisonous evil valley sect person obeys the order, do!
The Valley Master of Poison Evil Valley was full of evil spirits.
Poison Evil Valley is the only evil sect among the three sects. Lingnv Pavilion and Treading Sword Sect are concerned about the face of righteousness, so they dare not be the first to kill.
But the sects of Poison Evil Valley are not afraid. They have always been crooked ways, not to mention murder, even if the entire Cold Mountain is directly destroyed, they will not frown.
"No! Don't!"
Seeing that the people in Poison Sha Valley were about to raise their butcher's knives, Yan Yuan, who was the head of the Cold Mountain Sect, immediately panicked. He didn't expect the Poison Sha Valley people to be so cruel.
Yan Yuan tried to stand up to stop him, but was kicked to the ground by Poison Sha Valley Master.
Puff!
At the same time, many Poison Evil Valley Sects were up and down, and hundreds of Hanshan Sect disciples were immediately beheaded!
Large swaths of headless corpses swept to the ground, and blood gurgled from the broken neck and immediately dyed the earth red.
"You beasts!"
"Old Demon Lu! I want to kill you to avenge the disciples!"
"Apprentice, I'm sorry, Master!"
Looking at the corpses all over the floor, Yan Yuan and the many elders of the Hanshan faction were all red with grief and anger.
They struggled to get up, and tried their best to rush towards the Poison Sha Valley Master, their ferocious expressions were like injured beasts.
"Huh! You want to kill the old man just because of your trash?"
Facing Yan Yuan and the others who rushed forward, the Poison Evil Valley Master looked disdainful.
The strongest person in the Hanshan faction is just a one-step quasi-god, and in front of the three-step quasi-god of Poison Evil Valley Lord, it is not worth mentioning.
The Poison Evil Valley Master printed a palm, and the dense poison gas turned into a twisting snake biting it towards Yan Yuan and the others.
With only a bang, Yan Yuan and the others, who had been seriously injured, flew back one after another, their faces were full of dark green, and they were obviously poisoned.
"Everyone, move the blood and force the poison out! Vomit!"
Yan Yuan gave a reminder to everyone. After he finished speaking, his face became darker green, and he also vomited a mouthful of black poisonous blood!
Since the cultivation base is sealed, once the people on the road to the burial of the gods are poisoned, they can only use antidote or the internal power of secular warriors to detoxify.
Internal force can play the role of transporting qi and blood, which is the most low-level manifestation of energy.
"Head, I...no more!"
A poisoned elder, due to his weak strength and severe injuries, did not mention it at once and died on the spot.
And he was not the only one who was poisoned to death.
After that, most of the elders of the Hanshan faction who attacked Poison Sha Valley Master with Yan Yuan were poisoned one after another.
In the end, only a few people with advanced skills were left, and they barely saved their lives because they took the poison in time.
It's just that after encountering such a heavy injury, Yan Yuan and the others can no longer use half of their efforts.
"Old Demon Lu, if I can't wait to die today, there will be no peace in Poisonous Evil Valley!"
Yan Yuan stared at the Poison Evil Valley Master, and the flames of hatred in his eyes kept burning.