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Since Ah Zi was able to mingle with the Xingxiu Sect, which was full of bad people, her ability to read people's expressions must be pretty good.

She felt at first glance that these people were extraordinary.

Who are they?

"Ding Chunqiu, the Divine Wood King Cauldron?"

After listening to Zhong Ling's words, Zhao Wuxian picked up the small tripod that Zhong Ling presented to him and glanced at the inner wall.

It is a mental method called "Shenmu Gong".

He sensed a kind of energy from this mental method that was similar to that in the "Taiping Dao Jing" and "Shenmo Jing".

Chapter 332: Invincible supernatural power, Ding Chunqiu’s death, A Zi’s shock!

Both "Taiping Dao Jing" and "Shenmo Jing" are classics from ancient times and even from the chaotic ancient times.

Zhao Wuxian thought it was too important, so he kept it in his hands and did not give it away easily.

The law should not be passed lightly.

Even though Zhao Wuxian had no sectarian views, he did not want these things to spread out, as it would be detrimental to him.

The origin of [Shenmu Wangding] is obviously extraordinary. It has a sense of going through vicissitudes of time and is cohesive.

Inside the special wall of the tripod, there is the "Shenmu Gong" engraved with ancient characters, which is the essence of the [Shenmu King Tripod].

It is similar to the "Shura Sutra" engraved on the [Blood River Chariot], and has become part of the power of the [Shenmu Wangding].

Zhao Wuxian suspected that this "Shenmu Gong", like the "Taiping Dao Jing", was left behind by the thirteen people of the ancient chaos.

He played with the [Shenmu Wangding], looked at the purple-clothed girl standing beside him, and said, "Your name is Ah Zi?"

The girl was dressed in purple, and was only fourteen or fifteen years old. She had a pair of big black eyes and a smart face.

Ah Zi thought to herself that the young man in front of her was no ordinary person. She couldn't even beat his apprentice, so she didn't dare to be presumptuous.

She quickly said respectfully: "I am Ah Zi!"

Her voice was tender, clear and pleasant, and her speech had a somewhat rolled tongue tone and her pronunciation was not correct.

It's like a foreigner learning Middle-earth language for the first time.

She grew up in the Xingxiu Sect and rarely set foot in the Central Plains, which is why she spoke like this.

Zhao Wuxian was a little surprised and asked, "Why are you from the Xingxiu Sect not staying in Xingxiu Sea? Why are you coming to the Central Plains?"

Ah Zi's eyes rolled.

Just as she was about to tell her “sufferings” to gain sympathy, she caught a glimpse of a figure flashing out of the woods.

"who?"

The [Divine Sword Guards] who were on guard drew their swords and looked at the white-haired old man who came out of the forest.

When Zhong Ling saw him, she whispered, "Master, he is Ding Chunqiu."

After Ding Chunqiu landed, he looked at the scene in front of him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sense of alarm inexplicably arose in his heart.

With a quick glance, he spotted the lightning marten lying on Zhong Ling's shoulder and was sure that this beast had stolen the [Divine Wood King Cauldron].

In fact, there is no need to be sure.

He had already seen Ah Zi and the small tripod in Zhao Wuxian's hand.

Ding Chunqiu was furious and mad, but the invisible sense of crisis prevented him from completely losing his mind. He held the Xiaoyao fan and said loudly, "I am Ding Chunqiu from the Xingxiu Sect. Who are you and why did you steal the treasure of the Xingxiu Sect?"

Ding Chunqiu?

"Master, is this person very powerful?" Li Mochou asked in a low voice.

Lin Chaoying, who was resting with Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu under the shade of a tree, glanced sideways.

In terms of age, Ding Chunqiu is a generation older than her.

Therefore, when she and Wang Chongyang were wandering around the world, Ding Chunqiu was already dominating the Xingxiu Sea, and the two sides had no intersection.

but.

Lin Chaoying had heard of this name.

Lin Chaoying said calmly: "I heard that he was quite talented, but unfortunately he went astray and took the wrong path. He has no hope of becoming a master!"

Lin Chaoying doesn't like people like Ding Chunqiu.

She watched the show with great interest, wondering how Zhao Wuxian would respond.

Zhao Wuxian held the [Shenmu King Cauldron] and said with a smile: "Ding Chunqiu, you said this is yours? Is your name on it?"

Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly, "Everyone in the world knows that this tripod is the treasure of our Xingxiu Sect. Are you trying to rob it?"

Although Ding Chunqiu is old, his hair and beard are all white.

But his face was flushed and he looked energetic, like an immortal, revealing his extraordinary internal skills.

It can be vaguely seen that when he was young, he was definitely a handsome and elegant boy.

He stared at Zhao Wuxian, seemingly casually, but he had already put his hand into his sleeve pocket, secretly taking out poison and preparing to poison him.

"No matter where these people come from, it's better to strike first!"

Ding Chunqiu is a vicious and cruel person who kills people without blinking an eye and will not compromise easily.

There was a faint golden light flickering between Zhao Wuxian’s eyebrows.

He had "seen" through Ding Chunqiu's thoughts.

Want to poison?

Zhao Wuxian moved silently and appeared in front of Ding Chunqiu.

"What? So fast!"

Ding Chunqiu's heart trembled. How fast was this? He just blinked an eye and the person appeared in front of him like a ghost?

Instinctively.

Ding Chunqiu waved his sleeves, and a poisonous mist spread out and rolled towards Zhao Wuxian.

At the same time, practice the "Transformation Method".

A palm strike was made, like the roar of a dragon or the howl of a tiger, with great momentum, accompanied by a strange surge of green energy.

Chi Chi!

In an instant, the grass and trees around Ding Chunqiu dried up and withered, as if the life had been sucked out of them and they died completely.

This "Transformation Method" is the result of Ding Chunqiu learning some basic knowledge of the Beiming Divine Art from Wuyazi.

Plus the poison skills he got from everywhere.

A skill that evolved after careful study and organization.

With this martial art, the poison stored in the palm will be sent directly forward along with the true energy.

The poison enters the human body, causing paralysis of the recipient's hands and feet, damage to meridians, and inability to use internal strength and true energy.

If the person is hit by the palm, he will be poisoned.

Either the internal strength will be exhausted in an instant, or the person will die on the spot, or he may wail for several months before dying. It is all up to Ding Chunqiu as he wishes.

In the martial arts world, what makes Ding Chunqiu most feared is this evil skill.

A bad wind blew in my face.

Ding Chunqiu showed a smug smile.

In terms of martial arts, he is not the best in the world.

However, his skill in using poison was so great that even the Tang Clan in Shu had to give him a thumbs up and express their admiration.

Even a master would have a hard time surviving if he inhaled his poisonous gas and was hit by a palm strike like this.

Just when Ding Chunqiu's palm was about to fall on Zhao Wuxian, he suddenly saw a smile on Zhao Wuxian's lips.

Is he laughing?

why?

Ding Chunqiu was surprised and suspicious.

But now the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. His poisonous palm landed fiercely on Zhao Wuxian's body.

puff!

In Ding Chunqiu's eyes.

The person in front of me shattered like bubbles and broke into pieces in the sunlight.

not good!

Is it an illusion?

Or hallucination?

Ding Chunqiu was shocked, but he did feel like he was hit where his palm landed. What happened?

"One Qi becomes three pure things, not bad!"

Suddenly.

A voice came from behind, and Ding Chunqiu's hair stood on end.

He did it almost instinctively.

Twist the body backwards, like a kite turning over.

However, a jade-like hand fell on Ding Chunqiu's shoulder, causing all his movements to come to an abrupt halt.

A great fear enveloped Ding Chunqiu, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar in the abyss, with the chill penetrating his bones.

This fear.

It's like a mouse meeting a cat, it comes from the depths of the soul and is engraved in the bones.

Like a cat being grabbed by the scruff of fate's neck.