After practicing to the Pure Yang Wuji, I found that it was a strange world

Chapter 5 Poison

The sound of the rain was so loud that the entire forest was filled with the sound of rain, and it sounded like a tsunami rushing in my ears.

Several hunters suddenly looked at each other.

"You are not hunters!"

This time, he used an extremely certain tone.

There are many hunters around Qingping County, and there is a Buddhist temple and two Taoist temples in the county.

One of the Taoist temples is a quiet and ancient temple with a history of more than 500 years.

Shintoism is also quite prosperous in the county, and the city god is worshipped very frequently.

This means that there are very few monsters in the mountains and wilds around Qingping County, making it quite peaceful.

The Li Mountains are vast, the land is rich in resources, and the natural resources are abundant.

The reason why Qingping County has been able to develop so rapidly is due to the infinite treasures of Lishan.

Tang Chuan hadn't thought about this at first, after all, he had encountered many hunters before.

But when I went out to collect firewood, I felt more and more that something was wrong.

I was not sure just now and just lied with words.

Upon hearing this, Tang Yuan immediately put his hands together and pointed hard at his upper abdomen, about two fingers above his belly button.

In an instant, he vomited out all the dried meat he had eaten.

The rich businessman looked panicked, his fat body trembled, and the guards around him also drew their knives.

The leading hunter suddenly looked fierce and stood up abruptly.

"As expected of Tang Chuan, the Wind Chaser, who killed thirteen masters in one night and obtained the clues to the Dragon Slayer's hidden treasure."

Wind-chasing sword!
The wealthy businessman immediately looked at Tang Chuan.

"Master Tang, please get rid of these evil thieves immediately. I will reward you handsomely!"

He Qing also looked at Tang Chuan.

"This Tang Chuan seems to be very famous?"

For the first time, He Qing doubted his own abilities.

In his opinion, isn’t Tang Chuan just an ordinary person?

Can such a mortal be famous?

Is it true that the outside world is not actually dangerous?

Or maybe he hasn't realized how powerful Tang Chuan is yet.

He Qing decided to observe carefully and not take any action yet.

All along, he seemed to lack a concrete understanding of the world.

Due to his lack of security, he has been hiding in this place.

But this time, it seems to be a good opportunity.

This is the first time He Qing has encountered such a thing in all these years.

Tang Yuan also drew his sword.

"Who are you?" Tang Chuan frowned.

"Humph, we brothers in Black Cloud Village are not as powerful as you. But after today, when we get the Dragon Slaying Sword Technique, we will be well-known in the martial arts world."

The dark-faced man smiled slightly.

I saw people all around falling down.

Even Tang Chuan himself trembled slightly, and the tip of his sword dropped.

But then, he forced his internal energy to lift the sword again.

Tang Chuan glanced around and his heart darkened.

Tang Yuan’s eyes widened.

"I clearly vomited that jerky."

The dark-faced man, the leader of Heiyun Village, then laughed softly.

"The poison isn't just there, it's here."

He stretched out his thick, black-haired fingers and touched the wood.

"This poison is the Soul-Severing Powder that I got from the Poison Saint in Jianghu. It is priceless and no one can escape it. It is worth it for you to die from this poison."

The dark-faced man looked smug and spoke confidently.

Among the five men, there was even a big man who came up to the girl with a lewd smile on his face.

"My dear, I will make you happy later."

At this moment, an inexplicable sound broke the gloomy atmosphere.

I saw a bright red fruit rolling on the ground, covered with dust.

At this time, everyone looked over.

He Qing was seen sitting upright on the ground. As he had been sitting for too long and felt a little uncomfortable, he changed his posture and the fruit rolled out of the cloth bag.

The dark-faced man widened his eyes, somewhat unable to believe it.

He then turned his sword around and aimed it at He Qing.

"Kid, what's wrong with you?"

"What's going on?" The dark-faced man's expression gradually became serious.

"Why weren't you poisoned?"

"I do not know."

He Qing didn't even notice what the poisonous smoke was.

He even thought the smell was a bit strange and sniffed it a few more times.

The dark-faced man suddenly struggled in his heart.

Go or continue.

"Master, our business is none of your business. You can leave."

"Oh?"

He Qing stood up slowly.

Seeing this, Tang Chuan felt even more depressed and even a little desperate.

Now, only this mysterious Taoist priest in the mountain temple can solve the problem.

but now.
Tang Chuan has been active in the martial arts world for a long time.

But the Poison Saint is more famous, and it is said that he has inherited some immortal heritage.

There are countless innate masters who have died at the hands of the Poison Saint in this world, let alone him.

"What a pity! If my Tang Family Sword School had not been destroyed, and if my tendons and veins had not been damaged when I was a child, I would not be in this state now."

Tang Chuan turned his gaze to Tang Yuan.

Tang Yuan's face had turned black, his whole body was shaking, cold sweat was pouring down his face, his lips and teeth were trembling, and he was unable to speak.

"Master, I beg you. I have the treasure of the Dragon Slayer Swordsman on me. If you save my brother, I will give it to you."

"If I can survive, I don't mind being treated like a slave."

The dark-faced man had been keeping an eye on He Qing's movements.

I saw him slowly walking towards me, and it seemed that he was going to walk out of the temple.

The dark-faced man raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

He exerted force with his right hand and his sword moves so fast that it almost turned into light and shadow, and the blade could no longer be seen.

"small"

However, just as the black-faced man was about to take action.

He Qing had already swung out with his palm.

I saw the palm touching the long sword.

In just a moment, the blade shattered.

Then, the palm fell on the black-faced man again.

The body was like tofu being hit by a stone.

The black-faced man's eyes widened and he died on the spot.

He fell to the ground, seemingly with his eyes open.

He was planning a surprise attack, and so was He Qing.
"That's disgusting."

He Qing shook his hands and then decided not to use them anymore.

Upon seeing this, the other men from Heiyun Village who were pretending to be hunters immediately fled in panic.

At this moment, wisps of pure yang energy gathered together and turned into a giant palm, like a golden Buddha's palm.

It's like slapping a mosquito.

Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
Tang Chuan widened his eyes and wanted to shout "be careful", but the last word was stuck in his mouth.

“What a deity!”

There are many strange things in this world, and there are also many strange people.

But there is no such style.

At least this was the first time Tang Chuan had seen such a fierce Taoist priest after traveling to several states.

The huge handprint that seemed to be burning with golden flames was more like the legendary magical power.

Tang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the enemy dead.

As he relaxed, his whole body suddenly went limp and he fell to the ground.

The poisonous gas also rushed to his face, and his face turned as black as charcoal.

He Qing walked back to the temple and took out some Pure Yang Pills from his sleeve.

He only had the Pure Yang Pill with him.

He Qing looked at these people with some hesitation.

Pure yang energy should be effective against poisonous gas.

But he had never really given it to anyone to eat.

"Immortal, please save me."

Just then, a voice sounded again.

However, the old man and the girl seemed to be completely unaffected by the poisonous smoke and were bowing to He Qing.

(End of this chapter)