Martial arts become gods

Chapter 209

Seeing this situation, countless eyes were attracted to Mo Xian.

As a veteran master, the Poison King has been famous for a long time, so it is natural that he is very good at poisoning.

Moreover, the name given to him as the Poison King implied that he was second only to the Poison King, which was enough to show his status in everyone's minds.

The poisonous hand only appeared in the last few years. Apart from being in awe, everyone was more curious about him.

After all, the poisonous hand acts in secret, no one has ever seen it.

The confrontation between the Poison Hand and the Poison King at this time just represented the confrontation between the masters of the old and new factions.

"Although this poisonous hand has a good reputation, he is too young after all. In front of the poisonous king, his sharpness seems to be completely suppressed."

"Hehe, haven't you seen that he doesn't even have the guts to shake hands with the Poison King? I think it's just a waste of fame."

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The surrounding discussions penetrated into Mo Xian's ears like mosquitoes. He smiled faintly, stretched out his hand to hold the Poison King's hand, and said, "You look so ugly, you scared me. Remember to wear a mask when you go out in the future. !"

"This poisonous hand, I'm afraid he will die!"

Hearing Mo Xian's words, there was an uproar all around.

As we all know, the Poison King's face became like this because he practiced a certain kind of poison art, so he also became the Poison King's reverse scale.

But anyone who stared at his face for more than three seconds was said to have been killed, let alone Mo Xian who said it so blatantly.

"What did you say?"

Sure enough, upon hearing Mo Xian's words, the Poison King's complexion suddenly changed, his pupils constricted violently, staring at Mo Xian like a cold poisonous snake.

"I didn't expect you to have ear problems. I heard it clearly. I said, your... long... is... too... ugly." As if to let the poison king hear clearly, when he said the last sentence, Mo Xian It is word for word.

"boom!"

Before the words fell, the Yuanli in the Poison Emperor's body exploded, and the terrifying fluctuations swept away immediately.

Mo Xian suddenly felt a pain in his palm, and his bones seemed to be pinched and burst in an instant.At the same time, an extremely cold, snake-like thing penetrated from the Poison King's arm, and fell into his palm in an instant.

It was obviously an extremely strong poison, and Mo Xian suddenly felt a burst of heat in his arm, as if he was about to be ignited, but this feeling disappeared immediately, naturally Xiao En absorbed the toxin that had invaded his body.

However, that great power has not disappeared.

Mo Xian didn't dare to show weakness, even though Tai Yan Tian Ji Jue was running fast, the power of his whole body rushed to his arms like a tide.

"Crench!"

Everyone could clearly hear the sound of bones rubbing together in the hands of Mo Xian and Du Wang. That sound made everyone feel pain in their arms.

Both of them put in all their strength, and neither of them wanted to let go.

On the surface, although they all seem to be indifferent, but the secret feeling, I am afraid that only they know.

At this moment, the Poison King suddenly groaned, and suddenly withdrew his palm. He raised his hand, and the red mark on the palm of his hand that was gradually turning black made his complexion change.

He, the Poison King, actually found Mo Xian's way, and his palm seemed to have been pricked by a poisonous needle.

But he concealed it very well, and no one saw it.

"Very good, Poison Hand, right? I happen to be short of a medicine cauldron. I want your body!" The Poison King took one last look at Mo Xian, then walked aside.

Hearing the word "Yao Ding", everyone shuddered.Of course, it is not an ordinary medicine cauldron, but refers to using living people as containers to cultivate highly poisonous substances.

Mo Xian shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly. From the confrontation just now, he could see that the strength of the Poison King seemed to be around the level of a two-star great martial artist, and such strength was not enough for him to fear.

Of course, the real prestige of the Poison King lies in the use of poison, but with the Poison King and Xiao En around, poison and so on are all scum.

Soon, the Ten Thousand Poisons Society began, but the legendary Poison Emperor never appeared.

The first level is very simple. It is to let all the participants eat all the poisons in front of them. water.

The reason is very simple, since you want to practice Poison Art, you must not be afraid of poison, or you will be poisoned to death before you can practice.

Seeing these three kinds of poisons, many people's complexions became more dignified.

"Hehe, it's nothing more than a trick!" Poison King looked at the three poisons in front of him, gave Mo Xian a provocative look, and then swallowed them without blinking.

Then, his complexion was suddenly enveloped in a layer of black air, and his body trembled slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.

Mo Xian smiled slightly, he just thought these things were disgusting, as for whether they were poisonous or not, it was not his concern at all.

You know, he is invulnerable to all poisons now.

Frowning, Mo Xian squeezed his nose and ate three kinds of food. After a short period of dizziness, he also returned to normal.

Seeing that Mo Xian could bear it, the Poison King was visibly startled, but he returned to normal immediately.

Mo Xian was able to withstand his poison before, so it's not surprising that he can pass now.

More and more people took the poison, but half of them fell down after taking the first kind.

Half of the remaining people fell down after eating the second type, and after eating the third type, the remaining people were only half of the previous ones.

Mo Xian took a general look. Except for a very small number of people, most people obviously couldn't completely resist these three strange poisons, and there was a touch of sickness on their faces.

"Congratulations to everyone who passed the first level. Next, there are fifteen kinds of the most common plants in front of you. Within the time of a stick of incense, you need to choose three of them and refine them into poison. Only the poisonous scorpion was poisoned to death." The host of the Ten Thousand Poisons Meeting was a young man with a very ugly face. After he finished speaking, people brought up trays of things one after another.

After seeing the poisonous scorpion, everyone couldn't recognize it and gasped.

This poisonous scorpion is transparent, but only an inch long, but anyone who knows the real thing knows that this poisonous scorpion itself is highly poisonous, and it is extremely resistant to poison.

"Old man, what a fool, these are ordinary plants, and there are green vegetables, have you ever seen green vegetables that can poison people to death?" Mo Xian looked at the very familiar plants in front of him, and said dumbfounded.

"It's not easy, but it's not impossible, leave it to me!" Du Lao said, standing in front of the fifteen plants, and began to choose.

It's not just Mo Xian, but other people are also complaining. It's okay to ask them to study poisons, but they don't seem to have any good ways to study these ordinary plants.

"Everyone, please abide by the rules and don't play tricks, otherwise you will be like him..." The ugly young man said, his face suddenly turned cold, and he raised his hand and struck out with a palm.

Then, a person not far from Mo Xian's body suddenly froze, and then a smear of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and fell down on his back.

In this regard, no one said a word. Violating the rules is naturally a dead end.

Time passed by minute by minute, Du Lao didn't seem to be in a hurry, he wandered back and forth in front of the fifteen plants.

And just when the stick of incense was half burned, the poison king suddenly raised his hand and said, "I'm done!"

(End of this chapter)