Great Song catcher

Chapter 29

Nie Feng smiled, nodded, and a look of joy flashed in his eyes.

"This time it was a blessing in disguise. The poison of the snakes in my body not only did not kill me, but also allowed me to successfully step into the innate realm!"

Ren Du's two veins have been connected, and Nie Feng can clearly feel that the majestic innate qi is constantly circulating in his body.

As a congenital martial artist, the lifespan can easily live to over a hundred years old. If it is properly maintained, it is not a problem for the lifespan to reach 150 years old.

Moreover, once one enters the innate realm, qi, blood, muscles and bones are integrated into one body, a sea of ​​qi will be condensed in the dantian, and true qi can also be released.

The most obvious feature is flying flowers and picking leaves!

This can be said to be the sign of a congenital warrior. Even the most common petals and leaves, under the true energy of a congenital master, will become as hard as gold and iron, and it is no problem to wear gold and crack stone.

Seeing that Nie Feng was no longer in danger of his life, Gao Song finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was expelled from the school, he always regarded Nie Puyun as his biological father in his heart, and treated Nie Feng as his brother.

But Gao Song didn't notice the fleeting worry in Nie Feng's eyes.

Although he had broken into the innate realm at this moment, Nie Feng found that his iron bone strength and bronze statue skills had been abolished, or more precisely, blocked.

His meridians and dantian are full of innate qi, but he can't use any inner power.

It's like an ordinary person who took a panacea and suddenly became an innate master. He just has an astonishing internal force, but he doesn't know how to use it at all.

Nie Feng is in this state now, but what makes him feel quite comforted is that he can still use the moves of Poshanquan and Piercing Sword freely, and the true energy can flow freely in the meridians, but he cannot use the inner strength and mental method.

Sikong Can, a crazy old man and strange hero, said beside him: "Congratulations, little brother, once you break into the innate realm, you will have a bright future from now on!"

Nie Feng smiled wryly in his heart, cupped his hands at Sikong Can and said, "Borrow the good words from senior."

"what's going on?"

There was a commotion outside at this time, Guan Jiugong and others walked into the room, and when they saw Nie Feng who had recovered to his original state, they almost all exclaimed.

Duan Feihong rushed over and grabbed Nie Feng's wrist, a ray of true energy seeped into his body, and the shock on his face became more and more serious.

"Fourth, what's going on?" Lie Huo Shenjun looked at Duan Feihong's face, couldn't bear the anxiety in his heart, and asked.

Duan Feihong looked back at them, and said in disbelief, "Brother, the snake poison in Brother Nie's body has been completely cured!"

"Understood?"

Guan Jiugong was also stunned. The white snake venom is a poison that the Wen family is most proud of. Apart from the antidote they developed, there is no other way to cure it.

"Brother Nie, do you have the antidote for Hundred Snakes?" Jun Qianli couldn't help asking.

"No, even if I have the antidote, I can't take it in my state..."

Nie Feng responded to everyone's questioning with a wry smile, while thinking about the countermeasures in his heart, what kind of excuse should he use to get this matter over successfully.

"Then the snake venom in your body...?"

With an idea, Nie Feng remembered the martial arts novels he had read in his previous life. The protagonists had all kinds of adventures.

Thinking of this, Nie Feng said, "Maybe it's because I was bitten by a poisonous snake before, so the snake venom can't do anything to me."

"Poisonous snake?"

Duan Feihong's eyes flashed, and he continued to ask: "Little brother, do you still remember what kind of poisonous snake it is?"

Duan Feihong, besides covering the rivers and lakes with his flying clouds and flying sleeves, is also quite proficient in medical skills and enjoys a high reputation in the rivers and lakes. Now that he knows that there is snake venom, which can overwhelm the poison of a hundred snakes from the Wen family in Lingnan. Will not pass up this opportunity.

Nie Feng was slandering in his heart after hearing this: Why do you keep asking so carefully?I'm making this all up, there's no snake at all.

But Duan Feihong asked, he still had to tell, otherwise the lie would be self-defeating.

Suddenly, Nie Feng remembered the scale-armored poisonous dragon that Bai Snake Venom had turned into in his body just now, and it was with this power that he opened up Ren Du's second channel and opened up a sea of ​​Qi in his dantian.

So he told the appearance of the scale-armored poisonous dragon.

"It's about ten feet long, and its whole body is covered with hideous black scales, and it has a dragon's head and a single horn, but there are only three claws under its belly..."

Originally Nie Feng was just talking nonsense, but after listening to it, Duan Feihong not only did not have doubts, but frowned: "Could it be from the legendary ink-poisoned dragon?"

"It is said that although this kind of dragon has the body of a dragon, it is a kind of snake. It was cultivated from the poisonous snake "虺". If the injured person survives by luck, he will become invulnerable to all poisons, so no poison in the world can harm this kind of person."

Duan Feihong looked at Nie Feng and sighed: "Little brother is indeed a man of great luck, and he was able to save his life under the mouth of the poisonous ink dragon. Although the poison of white snakes is the most poisonous in the world, it is still worse than the poison of snakes." A three-pointer is even less worth mentioning compared to the Modu Flood Dragon."

"However, I've heard that the smallest of ink-poisoning dragons is several tens of feet long? How could it be only one foot long?" Lie Huo Shenjun said a little puzzled.

"That's because after cultivating into an ink-poisoning dragon, they will be attacked by thunder and earth fire. If they can survive successfully, they can cultivate into an ink-poisoning dragon. If they can't survive, they can only be turned into flying ash."

Suddenly a middle-aged man's voice came from the crowd, and everyone followed the reputation, only to see that this man had gray hair and a tall stature, but he was upright.

Duan Feihong nodded and said: "Brother Xie is right, I guess that the ink-poisoned dragon that Brother Nie encountered should have just survived the calamity of thunder and fire, and there is not a single essence in his body, so Brother Nie was able to escape. One life."

At this time, another voice came from the crowd.

"I also heard that the blood in the body of a person who survived being bitten by an ink-poisoned dragon will become a treasure for detoxification. I don't know if it's true or not?"

The person who spoke was young and handsome, with a broad sword on his back. He was originally a romantic man, but his whole image was ruined by the cunning between his brows.

Hearing this, the way some people looked at Nie Feng changed.

People in the martial arts world walk in the rivers and lakes, and no one can guarantee that they will not be plotted against by their enemies. If they can always have the treasure of detoxification, it is tantamount to saving an extra life.

"Humph!"

Bai Ruochen, the Qiankun Eight Swords of the Diancang Sect, suddenly snorted coldly, looked at the crowd and said, "Everyone, please respect yourself! Don't forget your identities!"

A word that awakened everyone!

After hearing Bai Ruochen's words, some elderly people showed shame on their faces, but many people didn't care about it at all.

And Gao Song narrowed his eyes slightly, and the way he looked at the speaker also changed. Those who are familiar with him know that Gao Song is really angry.

"Who are you?" Nie Feng looked at him and asked.

"I'm using the Fury Cloud Sword, Song Beixiao!"

(End of this chapter)