My Ares Son-in-Law

Chapter 4885 Have you heard of Poison Lord?

Fortunately, although Xiao Chen could not completely detoxify for the time being, he could still save Sheng Wuming's life. As long as he could get the antidote within a month at least, that would be enough.

"who!"

Suddenly, a terrifying aura locked onto Xiao Chen, making Xiao Chen frown.

"He is actually a master who has condensed the spirit river. He is one step away from entering the spirit sea realm. Such a person is actually Yao Wujing's bodyguard?"

Xiao Chen didn't stop, he activated the Wind Step under his feet and disappeared instantly.

boom!
  The next moment, a palm wind fell on the place where he was standing, creating a big crater.

"Escape?"

On the roof of the poisonous manor, an old man with a broken arm frowned: "I didn't expect that this mouse is not ordinary. Could it be the Saint Slaughter? Huh, it is said that the Saint Slaughter is not afraid of anything. Now it seems that it is not afraid of anything. But that’s it.”

"Brother Mu, what happened?"

At this time, Yao Wujing also came over and asked with a frown. The sound just now alerted him.

Mu Yanxiong told the story.

"Haha, with Brother Mu here, the Saint Slaughterer will naturally not dare to approach, but this way, we can't catch this guy. We have to find a way."

Yao Wujing sneered. What he wanted to do now was to kill the Saint-Slayer. If the Saint-Slayer didn't come forward, wouldn't it be meaningless?

He was a little worried before, but the behavior of the Saint-Slaughter today also showed that the Saint-Slaughter still has something to fear, and his chances of winning seem to be greater.

At this time, Chen Bingzhou suddenly appeared.

"Master Medicine!"

"What's wrong with you?"

Yao Wujing is annoyed when he sees Chen Bingzhou now, thinking that he is a waste.

"My subordinates have something important to report."

Chen Bingzhou said.

"Go ahead."

"That Sheng Wu Ming is not dead!"

Chen Bingzhou said: "We found out that Sheng Wuming was sent to the Wang family, and Xiao Chen, the disciple who was suspected of slaughtering the Saint, was also there. Sheng Wuming seemed to have been saved by this Xiao Chen, but he was poisoned and did not wake up, but Still alive.”

"what!"

Yao Wujing's face instantly became extremely ugly: "That bitch is not dead. How can a mere earthly waste suppress my poison?"

"Brother Yao, this may be a good opportunity."

Mu Yanxiong suddenly laughed.

"How to say?"

Yao Wujing asked.

"Aren't you trying to lure the Saint-Slayer to appear? Since that Xiao Chen is most likely the disciple of the Saint-Slayer, as long as we kill Xiao Chen, won't he come out?"

Mu Yanxiong sneered.

"But if Xiao Chen stays at Wang's house and doesn't come out, it won't be easy for us to make a move. We have little chance of winning in the enemy's home court."

Yao Wujing shook his head.

"Then let him come here."

Mu Yanxiong said: "You can give him a chance to gamble with you on poison. If he wins, you can give him the antidote. If he loses, he will die!"

"He's not stupid, how can he agree?"

Yao Wujing smiled and said: "A worldly waste dares to compete with me in poison skills?"

"Maybe he's really stupid."

Chen Bingzhou also said something.

"Forget it, let's try it first. If he really agrees, things will be easier to handle." Yao Wujing actually had no other choice.

Anyway, he is not willing to fight the Saint Slaughter outside the Poison Manor, so unless he lures the Saint Slaughter to the Poison Manor.

……

Soon, a piece of news spread like wildfire.

Almost everyone in the Holy Mountain knew that Yao Wujing was going to make a bet against the Saint Slayer.   Moreover, the bet is on poison.

"Then the Saint Slaughterer will definitely not come forward."

"I've never heard of Saint Slaughter being good at poison."

"But I have heard that he has an apprentice named Xiao Chen. He is a secular person and is good at medicine."

"So what? You don't think that a mere secular person can be the opponent of the Medicine Master in terms of poison techniques, do you?"

"Of course that's impossible. I guess Xiao Chen won't stand up to the enemy unless his brain is filled with water!"

……

Almost everyone on the street had the same idea.

Such a bet is simply unfair.

Moreover, whether it was Tusheng Zhe or Xiao Chen, there was no reason to participate in the bet at all.

"You don't know that Sheng Wu Ming has been poisoned and his life is at stake! If Xiao Chen or the Saint Slayer does not participate in the bet, they will not get the antidote and Sheng Wu Ming will die."

"Such a thing actually happens! However, I still think that neither Saint Tu nor Xiao Chen will participate in the bet. If they don't participate, only one person will die. If they participate, then three people will die. Everyone will be responsible for this. It’s clear.”

……

Most people are relatively sensible.

I don’t think Xiao Chen and Tu Sheng Zhe would do such stupid things.

But only half an hour later.

Another piece of news came.

"Accepted! Accepted! Xiao Chen, the disciple of the Saint Slaughter, accepted the challenge! Prepare to gamble at the Poison Manor in three days!"

"Oh my god, is there something wrong with this kid's brain?"

"I heard that he is the world's number one miracle doctor."

"That's of no use. Can the secular miracle doctor compete with the miracle doctor of Guhai? Besides, Master Yao specializes in poison. This competition is not just about medical skills, but poison skills. How can he win? "

"I think so too, this guy is definitely a lunatic!"

"There really are such stupid guys in this world. It seems that the Saint Slaughterer saved the Saint's life because of this person. This Xiao Chen is also infatuated."

……

You can say anything, but everyone has the same point of view. Xiao Chen, who took this bet, was extremely stupid.

This is pure death, and there will be no accidents.

At this time, Xiao Chen, who was looking at these comments on his mobile phone, looked calm, as if these people were praising him.

Standing in front of Xiao Chen turned out to be Chen Bingzhou.

"Mr. Xiao, I have followed your instructions. This is also to repay your master for not killing the Saint Slaughterer. But I have said from the beginning that this matter is stupid, even if it requires a bet. , and you can’t go to the Poison Manor.”

Chen Bingzhou sighed.

The reason why he knew that Sheng Wuming was alive was because Xiao Chen told him, and it was also Xiao Chen who asked him to tell Yao Wujing.

This is how Xiao Chen approaches Yaowujing.

It's not easy to be tough, but if it's a poison gambling, Xiao Chen is confident that Yao Wujing will swallow the poison he prepared and control Yao Wujing in his hands.

Everything is going according to his plan.

It's ridiculous that Yao Wujing thought that his evil plan had succeeded.

"You don't seem to believe in my methods?"

Xiao Chen said with a smile while smoking a cigarette.

Chen Bingzhou let out a long sigh and said, "Mr. Xiao, it's not that I don't believe you. If it's a martial arts competition, maybe the Saint Slayer can defeat Yao Wujing, but in a poison competition, you have no hope at all and you will definitely lose."

"Have you ever heard of Poison Lord?"

Xiao Chen suddenly asked.

"Poison Lord? Of course I've heard of it!" Chen Bingzhou said: "In the history of martial arts, the most terrifying person who used poison is the only one who deserves the title of Poison Lord. Therefore, this title is exclusively reserved for him!"

(End of this chapter)