Yang Shu Mei Ying

Ye Tianyi taught that the lights were bright and the voices were chaotic.

Gao Fang watched the intermittent blood on the road leading to the foot of the mountain, and frowned and instructed the Tianyi congregation to chase and kill.

"Chu Feiyang's body is poisonous and his internal content is chaotic. This is a golden opportunity, and he must not be allowed to escape."

The people in the teaching respectfully led their orders and went their separate ways. Gao Fang returned to teaching and dispersed his followers. When he was alone, he couldn't hold it anymore, fell to the ground, and spit out blood.

"What a monster ..." Gao Fang muttered. He didn't expect that even Miao Jiang could poison Chu Feiyang. The man was hit, not only did he not lose his ability to move, but also hurt him with strength. He has seen the power of this pot of poison. How many martial arts high-strength people have been turned into puppets with no resistance by this little poisonous insect. He can hardly imagine how high the internal strength of Chu Feiyang's martial arts has been.

But he is not unaffected. Gao Fang wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled. He had no power to bind the chicken. He could not take his own life with one palm. Now I am afraid that any disciple in Tianyi can kill Chu Feiyang.

Chu Feiyang hid in the dark and waited for all the Tianyi churches to chase to the foot of the mountain before he got up and walked back to the mountain. There was blood on his left shoulder, and his shirt was red. It was the sword that the long-haired man stabbed at his heart, which he avoided.

The wound on the shoulder was not a big deal. He had already made acupoints to stop the bleeding, and the thing that made him most uncomfortable was the cup ramming in his body.

The cup was domineeringly dispelled his true energy, unable to consolidate the internal force at all. The foreground is blurred for a while, and the body is hot and hard to handle. Chu Feiyang already knew the function of this cup vaguely, and could not help secretly crying. His body was as hot as it was going to burn, and the non-heavy clothes had made him intolerable.

The scene in front of him began to have a ghost, Chu Feiyang shook his head and stopped, panting leaning against a big tree, pulling the neckline anxiously.

The internal force cannot gather, and it is impossible to resist. The poison in his body was violent and violent, causing his mind to faint for a while.