Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Feng Ji faintly glanced at him. The backhand touched a few large body points on the body of Zhai Zixuan. Later, Mu Ling and others rushed up to help him. She then slammed the man on the ground.

"Under the antidote."

Her voice is faint, but there is an inexplicable majesty in it, a momentum of anger and power, let the people around me mention the heart, guessing the identity of this person.

Even if the young man in white is wearing a robes of the Blue Star Xianzong, the strong momentum still makes them somewhat suspicious. Are the disciples of Blue Star so strong? A shot will kill a monk Yingfeng Fengxiu?

"Antidote? No antidote!"

The man on the floor said, staring at Yan Zi Xuan with a chilly look: "You are dead!"

Guo Ziqi and others listened to an anxious, no antidote? What should I do? Is this poison very powerful? Zi Xuan brother will die here?

"Is there no antidote?"

Feng Jiu casually asked, she slowly walked up to the side of the sword that fell to the side, stepping on the foot and picking the sword off the floor and holding it in her hand. The sword turned in the hand, and the light of Sen Han crossed the front of the crowd. Even before the people had reacted, the fierce blade was stabbed to the chest of the disciple on the ground.

"what!"

"He brother!"

"He brother!"

A scream rang and the disciples around him exclaimed, but no one came forward. They looked at the young man in the white robe and held the sword in his hand. The face was calm and waveless, and the sword was pierced into the heart of the brother. They could not help but raise the heart. If the sword is more partial, I am afraid A sword is at the center of the mouth. At that time, even if the sword was not poisonous, it was not saved.

The sword stabbed into the heart, and the venom quickly infiltrated the body of the disciple. This surprised the disciple and quickly took out the antidote. However, the antidote taken out of fear could not be opened before being taken by the other party. The sword picked and picked it away.

"Return the antidote back to me!" The disciple exclaimed, and wanted to go forward to grab it, but he snorted and fell back to the ground because of a painful wound.

Feng Jiu gave him a glance, and unscrewed the cover and smelled it. A pair of eyes still fell on the man who fell on the ground, and her heart frowned as he watched his eyes staring at her tightly.

When she smelled the smell of the bottle, her lips were slightly hooked, showing a smile, but the smile was in the man's eyes, but it was as terrible as a demon.

"This is a good antidote, not as good as it is, let you eat it first!"

Listening to this, when the teenager came up with a medicine bottle, he panicked and quickly said: "I take it! I take the real antidote! Don't come over, don't come over!"

When the words came out, the surrounding people knew that he pretended to take the antidote out. Did he actually take out the poison? At such a juncture, he still has the heart to think about harming people?

For a time, watching his eyes one by one is complicated, especially the disciples who are better with him. Even more, they have raised their defenses. If they don’t see them, will they also be in him? The trick? It is really worrying to be with such people.

"You don't think, if I kill you, and then search for your body, can you find out the antidote?" Feng Ji said with a brow, and a pair of eyes fell cold on the man's body.