The Age of Universal Gods: My God is the Big Boss of the Heavens

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Zhiwu was lying on the ground, exclaiming in disbelief: "You, how could you?"

Su Lin walked slowly to his side and stepped directly on his chest, causing Zhou Zhiwu to grimace in pain.

Others were all stunned when they saw this scene!

You know, this is a post-natal warrior, and he lost to Su Lin in just a blink of an eye?

With such strength, there must be a legendary cultivator, right?

"Fuck, you bastards, why don't you come to help me?"

Zhou Zhiwu refused to admit defeat. He relied on the Zhou family's wealth and hundreds of warriors. How could he have been bullied like this?

Zhou Hongyu saw this and didn't want the situation to deteriorate further, so he immediately stood up and greeted everyone, "Everyone calm down!"

He then explained what happened.

When the Zhou family learned about Su Lin's true strength from Zhou Hongyu, they all widened their eyes. They would never have thought that the legendary immortal would appear in front of them.

Moreover, he was offended.

If it were normal, everyone here would kneel down and apologize immediately when encountering such a situation.

But after forming a group, they have to consider the so-called face.

Zhou Zhiwen still got up from the ground, "Fairy, my brother is too impulsive, please let him go!"

He actually knelt down directly.

Everyone was stunned, and even secretly scolded this man for being weak, but they didn't know that their lives were saved by Zhou Zhiwen's action.

Su Lin sneered, and then let go of Zhou Zhiwu.

"I just do it for your face."

Then, he looked at this man. Although he looked weak, he revealed a bit of heroism between his eyebrows. He was definitely a plastic talent.

On the other hand, Zhou Zhiwu was insidious and cunning, impulsive and manic. It would be fine if he had strong strength, but now he was completely a waste!

Seeing that things had eased, Zhou Zhiwen immediately invited Su Lin into the house. He was unwilling to give up this savior.

It was also because of his sincerity that Su Lin reluctantly agreed.

The rest of the Zhou family followed behind him, not daring to say anything, which made Zhou Zhiwu very contemptuous, and he cursed in a low voice: "Waste! All a bunch of waste!"

"Is your father poisoned by the cold poison?" Su Lin asked.

There was still blood on the corner of Zhou Zhiwen's mouth. He was hit hard by a punch just now, and he spoke weakly, "Yes."

After all, Su Lin had read the book "Qihuang Magic". Although he had not yet bound it, he at least had some understanding of its contents.

The cold poison comes from a poisonous grass called cold grass, which only grows in bitter and cold places.

Once this toxin attacks, the whole body will be cold, as if staying in an ice cave, and in severe cases, it may even die of hypothermia.

Moreover, the general attack cycle is within three days.

But according to Zhou Hongyu, their Zhou family master has been dead for half a month, so he guessed: "It should be that there is a master who guides him to use silver needles to seal the meridians and block the development of the poison?"

After listening to Su Lin's words, Zhou Zhiwen was happy and thought that he had found the right person.

He nodded repeatedly: "Su Xianren is right. After my father's poison broke out, we went to see the famous doctor in Yuhua City. He shook his head after seeing him. He could only seal the meridians to delay the time. Then he told us that the herb Zixia Flower is the antidote. So I asked Hongyu to find it."

"I heard that Zixia Flower is here with you?"

Su Lin did not hide it, "Yes."

But he changed his tone, "But I can't give it to you!"

All of a sudden, Zhou Zhiwen's mood was like falling from the sky into the abyss. If he couldn't get Zixia Flower, wouldn't he be hopeless?

He didn't know that Su Lin only said half of his words, "Because I have another way to detoxify, using Zixia Flower is a complete waste."

The two talked and came to the door of a room.

In a short moment, Zhou Zhiwen's mood was constantly uneasy, and he could only choose to believe Su Lin.

"My father is lying on the bed, Su Xianren, trouble."

All the people in the Zhou family squeezed into the room, and everyone wanted to see what kind of ability Su Lin had.

In their eyes, apart from the purple flower, the cold poison is almost incurable.

But at this time, Zhou Zhiwu's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help worrying, what if Su Lin really rescued the patriarch?

You know, he was the one who poisoned the patriarch. Although the patriarch didn't know, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

Su Lin took a look and saw that the patriarch Zhou was lying on the bed, and even his body was covered with frost. It was estimated that he would not have two days left.

He touched his forehead directly with his hand, "Host, I am checking the body condition, the breath is disordered, and the cold virus is in the process of attack, covering 95% of the body."

Su Lin had already thought of a countermeasure.

In fact, the cold poison does not harm the human body through the medicinal properties. Its essence is an extremely small state that invades the human body.

The coldness emitted by itself takes away the body temperature. The more it covers, the smaller the chance of survival.

The role of the purple flower is just to use the spiritual power to force it out, and the role is excessive and completely wasted.

Thinking of this, Su Lin directly pulled out the silver needle from the patriarch Zhou.

At this moment, Zhou Zhiwu shouted from behind: "Are you trying to kill the head of the family? I think you are the unfilial son!"

If they had not fought before, he would have rushed up to kill Su Lin.

Now he could only use Zhou Zhiwen to mess up his attitude.

Then he led the people standing on his side to make a noise, and the room suddenly became a mess.

Su Lin's face was solemn. He did not start, nor did he want to meddle in other people's business. The internal problems of the Zhou family should be left to them to solve by themselves.

This depends on Zhou Zhiwen's attitude, so he asked coldly: "Young Master Zhou, it seems that you don't want me to save you?"

Hearing this, Zhou Zhiwen was immediately angry.

It is rare for a scholar to be angry, but it is true.

"All of you guys, get out! Including you, my brother."

He actually became so tough? The whole Zhou family trembled.

Zhou Zhiwu's face was ugly, but he really couldn't find a reason to refute, so he could only slam the door and leave angrily.

In an instant, there were only four people left in the room.

"Su Xianren, you can start now. At this point, no matter what, I believe in you."

Su Lin nodded with satisfaction, "That's good."

So he inserted the three needles into the philtrum, the top of the head and the navel of the Zhou family master, and then circulated the spiritual power in his body.

Through these three silver needles, the spiritual power was infused into it.

He could feel that the spiritual power was driving the cold poison and flowing through the body of the Zhou family leader, and then he said, "Give me your sword!"

Zhou Hongyu didn't understand why, but he still drew his sword and handed it to Su Lin.

Su Lin didn't hesitate and directly cut a hole in the wrist of the Zhou family leader, and blood gushed out immediately.

This shocked the two Zhou family members!

But they didn't say anything, just watched attentively, fearing that they would make mistakes.