Qi Laoliu's face was dull and cold sweat was almost unbelievable.

At this time, a Miaojiang disciple suddenly made strange words, as if he was letting him go.

Qi Laoliu reacted and immediately walked over with a flattering smile on his face.

"Four brothers, you have made great contributions to joining Baiman Mountain in southern Xinjiang. These four bowls of tea are for you first."

The young priest sat on the bench, looking at the six and four old men in front of him in a hoarse tone.

In front of him, on the table, four bowls of tea had just been built with a large bowl of tea, steaming hot.

"Oh, why are you so embarrassed?"

Qi Laoliu said with a flattering smile.

"Young priests are so kind."

Zhou Bucheng also smiled.

"Yes, we are so sorry for the young priests treating us like this."

The other two also smiled.

"Okay, drink it."

The young priest said with a smile.

"Then we're welcome."

Qi Laoliu smiled flatteringly and immediately picked up the tea.

"Thank you for the sacrifice."

The other three also smiled and thanked each other, picked up the big bowl and drank it all in one go.

The young priest looked at Qi Laoliu with a strange face and showed a sinister smile.

Click!

Suddenly, the big bowl in Qi Laoliu fell to the ground, smashed to pieces, his face looked painful, and his hands tightly pinched his neck, and the veins on his entire face suddenly appeared, his lips and tongue swollen rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Like him, Zhou Bucheng, the shadowless sword beside him, fell down the big bowl in his hand, his face turned painful, and his mouth and tongue swollen high, like a sausage.

The other two middle-aged men were startled and hurriedly retreated, but soon found that they seemed to be fine.

"Qi Laoliu, Zhou Bucheng, you have many complaints along the way, that's the price!"

The young priest smiled and said, "I entered Baiman Mountain in southern Xinjiang and dared to express my dissatisfaction behind my back. This time I just put a small tongue pot in the tea, and the next time it will not be that simple."

Qi Laoliu and Zhou Bucheng couldn't speak, his face turned painful, his lips swollen, and his respiratory tract seemed to be blocked. He quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Don't worry, you can't die now, but the pain will be eliminated for about three days and three nights, hehe."

The young priest continued to smile sinisterly, then looked at Situ Qing and said, "Can't you pay the tea?"

"well."

Situ Qing seemed to be frightened, and nodded quickly and continued to pour tea again.

"Everyone sit down."

The young priest ordered other disciples in southern Xinjiang.

A group of people sat down one after another.

Situ Qing poured tea for them one by one.

The two middle-aged men next to them were sweating in cold sweat and sat down.

Time passes.

These people rested for nearly half a stick of incense before getting up and leaving.

But just as they were about to leave, Situ Qing suddenly ran from the store with a look of anxiety and said, "Customer, guest official, tea money, tea money, have you not given it yet?"

"What tea money?"

The young priests seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and their eyes were like dark emeralds, which could capture people's hearts and souls.

"Haha, look at what you said, of course it's the money for drinking tea."

Situ Qing smiled.

The young priest smiled and said, "I'm so brave. I dare to ask me for tea money. I do have tea money. It depends on whether you can hold it."

He took out a twenty tael silver ingot from his arms, turned it slowly in his hand, and smiled hoarsely, "Did you see it? Want..."

Before he finished speaking, Situ Qing, dressed in a servant in front of him, suddenly raised his hands, his robe swelled, his palms were pitch black as ink, and he exuded a rotten smell, pressing between his chest and abdomen like lightning.

Bang! Bang!

Two muffled sounds were heard, and the movements were amazing.

The young priest's smile froze, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, his clothes were swollen, and with a bang, he bounced Situ Qing out on the spot and smashed it into the distance. The young priest's body shook, took a step back, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, making him even more shocked and angry.

"Poison? Damn it, did you poison in the tea?"

The other Miaojiang disciples were all shocked.

"Catch him!"

A middle-aged man who was with Qi Laoliu shouted angrily and rushed over first.

One of the other Miaojiang disciples rushed out quickly, while the other quickly surrounded the young priests in the center.

suddenly!

Crack, Crack!

On the second floor of the teahouse, the window of the warehouse suddenly cracked, and five or six figures jumped out of it, shouted loudly, held weapons in hand, and then landed on the ground, and directly rushed to the young priest.

Other Miaojiang disciples rushed towards them immediately.

But they had just rushed over and suddenly snorted bitterly, their faces flushed, and they staggered backwards, and their mouths were bleeding, and they were all affected by the poison.

Xiao Sanniangzi, Zhu Tianhai, Wang Tiexhou and others directly started to start a massacre and quickly cleared up the group of disciples in southern Xinjiang.

Puff puff puff!

ah!

Screams rang one after another, and people were killed.

"Damn it, a bunch of despicable Daqian people!"

The young priest's face was so stern, and his whole body was trembling with anger. Suddenly, his hands quickly slapped at several key acupoints in his chest, making a bang, and the true energy in his body was circulating. The poison in his body was surging rapidly, and he was pressed into a ball with his true energy.

He roared angrily and rushed towards Xiao San Madam.

But just now he rushed forward, and suddenly a sharp and sharp roar came from behind, as if a giant was approaching quickly.

He was shocked, and hurriedly turned around and slapped him with a palm.

A man in black robe who was thin and had been driven out by Qi Laoliu before was terrifyingly fast and collided with him with one palm.

Bang!

A shocking collision made a loud noise.

The crowds from all directions were all affected and were shocked to fly out, and some rocks and trees exploded.

Chen Xuan's face changed, and he flew backwards on the spot, spewing a mouthful of blood, landing in the distance, and his body swayed.

He couldn't believe it.

Is this the master of secondary transformation?

The young priest was shocked and retreated three steps again, blood sprayed from his mouth, and the poison that had just been suppressed suddenly exploded again, and his whole body felt like it was burning, which was extremely uncomfortable.

He suddenly looked at Chen Xuan, his eyes were so bloody that he wanted to tear him alive.

At this moment, Zheng Taolun, the "eight-armed Arhat" who had been hiding, and Jiang Yelan, suddenly rushed from one side, one left and one right, with a terrifying speed, carrying a completely different innate true energy, rushed straight towards the young priest.

Their innate true qi is also transformed in the seventh and eighth levels, invincible and extremely terrifying.

The young priest's face changed and he roared. Regardless of the backlash of the poison in his body, he hurriedly circulated his true energy and a green light appeared, one left and one right, attacking Zheng Taolun and Jiang Yelan respectively.

Boom! Boom!

Two terrifying roars, the earth seemed to tremble, and countless gravel shot wildly in all directions.

Zheng Taolun and Jiang Yelan all spitted blood and flew backwards on the spot.

The young priest retreated back again, and retreated six or seven meters in a row, smashing a rattan chair behind him, squirting blood from his mouth, making his body even more poisonous.

His face was pale, shocked and horrified, and he hurriedly grabbed a pot of earth.

"Stop him and don't let him use the insect!"

Situ Qing, who had been seriously injured before, shouted hurriedly.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, lightning came, almost to the extreme, and cut open the air, like a terrifying cold light, turning into the only one in the world.
To be continued...