God-level Selection System

Chapter 95 Ding Chunqiu

This response is not unpleasant.

Just as the Lion-nosed man breathed a sigh of relief, a plain white palm appeared behind him at some unknown time.

"Puff--"

Under a palm, the lion-nosed man flew out.

"Impossible, you... how could you not be poisoned?"

Looking at Ye Chen's figure in surprise, the eyes of the Lion-nosed Man couldn't help but stare. The lump of powder he released just now was a poison carefully prepared by the Lion-nosed Man himself.

Even if the average person is contaminated to the least bit, he will die suddenly in no time.

But Ye Chen, nothing happened!

"This is not something you need to care about... Where is the old thief Ding Chunqiu? Take me to see him!"

"I……"

When the Lion-nosed people heard the words, he hesitated.

"Azi, he left it to you."

Hearing this, the Lion-nosed man immediately struck a spirit, and quickly said, "I will take you to see Master!"

What a joke, if Ye Chen made the move, it would be dead at best.

But if you change to Azi, with the other party's torture methods, I'm afraid it will be more painful than death...

With the leadership of the Lion-nosed people, a few people came to a mountain, and oncoming was a group of yellow gebu shirts, with a group of people with similar costumes to the Lion-nosed people.

"That's it..."

Nearly a hundred people were divided into two rows, some holding gongs and drums, some holding long banners and pennants, the red, green, and green ones were very pleasing to the eye. From a distance, the banners were embroidered with "Stars and Old Immortals". Words such as "magical powers", "magic powers boundless", "megatron world" and so on.

Amid the sound of silk, bamboo, gongs and drums, four people walked out slowly carrying a bench that looked like a sliding rod.

On the bench, it was an old man with half-squinted eyes.

The old man shook a goose feather fan in his hand, and the sun shone on his face, but he saw his silver beard and hair, his skin was as rosy and smooth as a baby, and his three-foot silver beard under his chin was like the fairy in the picture.

"Azi..."

Seeing Azi, the old man’s eyes flashed with anger, but he showed a gentle look: "You little girl, stealing something as a teacher and sneaking out, causing the master to be frightened and frightened. Take your brothers with you. , Come out and look for you everywhere... You said, how should I punish you as a teacher?"

"But... for the sake of your young age, as long as you hand over things obediently, the teacher will spare you this time!"

These words, let alone Azi, even the disciples who followed him, they all seemed to have seen a ghost alive, dumbfounded...

Such a good temper, or the moody, chattering and murderous celestial immortal in their impression?

As everyone knows, Ding Chunqiu knows himself bitterly.

It turned out that this sacred tree King Ding was born with a special aura, and then burning spices in the cauldron can attract poisonous insects in a moment. Within ten miles, no poisonous insects can resist the attraction of this aroma.

And Ding Chunqiu's self-developed Huagong Dafa often smeared the poison of the poisonous snake venom on his palm and inhaled it.

If you don't apply it for seven days, not only your skill will be reduced, but the poison that has been accumulated in your body for decades cannot be restrained by new poisons. It will inevitably happen gradually.

Therefore, Ding Chunqiu must use the Shenmu Wangding Ding to practice this skill.

But since A Zi stole this treasure, Ding Chunqiu has been awake at night. He relies on poison in his martial arts. Now that Baoding is gone, he can only order his disciple to catch some poisonous insects and snakes on the way to find A Zi. Practice exercises for yourself.

But where are these things so easy to find?

Therefore, he can only take his disciples and haunt the deserted mountains and ridges constantly, while sending people to look for the traces of A Zi, but also worry that his disciples will know this secret and have a bad heart...

Seeing Azi now, Ding Chunqiu seemed to have met a savior. He cared no matter what, so he could trick Shenmu Wangding into his hands.

"Ding Chunqiu, what you want is now in my hands."

Playing with the Shenmu Wangding in his hand, Ye Chen said quietly.

"Shenmu Wangding!"

Ding Chunqiu was taken aback, and immediately commanded to the disciple beside him: "Take this person to me and take back the Shenmu Wangding. If you hand the Shenmu Wangding to me, whoever is the senior brother of the Astral Sect!"

"Yes!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man!

Hearing Ding Chunqiu's words, a group of disciples were also mind-blowing. The eyes of Ye Chen looked like they saw a peerless beauty...

"Yu Yan, these little characters will be handed over to you to practice!"

"it is good!"

Wang Yuyan on the side nodded, without talking nonsense, Ling Bo turned into a flowing wind and rushed into the crowd.

The martial arts of the Xiaoyao School pay attention to being agile and elegant. When displayed in Wang Yuyan's hands, it is even more beautiful, flying with both hands, like a butterfly wearing flowers, facing these constellation school disciples, it is almost like a cat and a mouse.

"Ling Bo stepped slightly..."

Noting Wang Yuyan's martial arts, Ding Chunqiu's face also became very ugly, as if the gloom was about to drip out.

"Little girl, who are you and why do you perform martial arts of the Xiaoyao School?"

At this moment, Ding Chunqiu's attention was no longer on Shenmu Wangding, but on Wang Yuyan's body.

For him, the secret of the Xiaoyao faction is always a heartbreak.

And Ding Chunqiu knew even more that whether it was Li Qiushui who was far away in Xixia or Wu Xingyun who was in the Tianshan Lingjiu Palace, once he knew what he had done to Wuyazi.

I'm afraid that even death...will become a luxury!

"Ding Chunqiu, when you pushed my grandfather Wuyazi down the cliff, did you think that one day someone would clean the door for him?"

"You... are you Wuyazi's granddaughter?"

Hearing Wang Yuyan's words, Ding Chunqiu's expression became even more ugly, especially when he noticed that the group of disciples under him could not even touch the corners of Wang Yuyan's clothes, and couldn't help cursing.

"A bunch of rubbish, even a little girl can't catch it, they all get out of me!"

"Yes, Master!"

Hearing Ding Chunqiu's words, these people hurriedly stepped aside as if they were amnesty.

"Little girl, if you practice for a few more years, I'm afraid that even the old man and I will not be able to help running away, but now...you are still a little tender!"

Ding Chunqiu sneered and waved the goose feather fan in his hand.

A small powder was blown towards Wang Yuyan along the strong wind, and there was a faint smell of fishy sweetness in it.

And the latter, after so many Tian Ye Chen's guidance, it is no longer the vase that only knows how to talk about soldiers on paper at the beginning, and with a point toe, he left the place where he originally stayed lightly.

"Ok?"

Ding Chunqiu frowned, waved his big hand, as if catching a chicken, grabbed a certain unlucky disciple on the side, and threw it towards Wang Yuyan.

"Carrion poison... Yu Yan stepped away!"

Hearing Ye Chen's reminder, Wang Yuyan frowned slightly, and did not touch the disciple, letting him fall into the crowd.

"what--"

Several constellation disciples could not dodge, and were hit by this disciple. The skin on their bodies and hands suddenly cracked, and the whole person's complexion turned black, and the breath disappeared in a blink of an eye...