Zongwu: Opening Awakening copy and paste

"Did you poison?!"

Feng Wuhen stared coldly at the strange young man who suddenly appeared, and asked in a deep voice.

"That's right! I ordered it."

The young man didn't deny it, and replied with a sneer.

"why?"

Feng Wuhen stared at the young man and asked coldly.

But after asking, he regretted it. Since leaving Wudang, along the way, are there still few people who want to kill him?When did those people care why.

"Anyone who offends the Xingxiu faction will die!"

The young man said with a cold snort.

It turned out to be a member of the Xingxiu faction, but it was not the Zhaixingzi who had been here before.

"It's just you?!"

Feng Wuhen said disdainfully, his left hand had already grasped the Yitian Sword which was placed on the table.

At this moment, there were sudden footsteps in the inn, and dozens of figures in strange clothes rushed in, crowding the first and second floors.

"You have been poisoned by the rotting corpse poison uniquely developed by my Xingxiu Sect. There is no cure, and you will turn into blood and die within three hours! Even if I don't need to take action, you will definitely die!"

The young man looked at Feng Wuhen proudly, and said confidently.

"It's too late!"

Feng Wuhen yelled sharply, pulled out the Yitian sword, rushed towards the young man like lightning, and stabbed the young man's throat with a sword!

Seeing Feng Wuhen's sudden attack, the young man's face changed drastically, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he hurriedly backed away!

But it's too late!

The tip of the sword pierced into the young man's throat in an instant!

A muffled groan sounded, and the young man's eyes widened in horror, and he looked at Feng Wuhen in disbelief.

"How...it's possible...you're clearly infected with...rotting corpse poison..."

The young man looked at Feng Wuhen desperately, and said intermittently.

Two streams of blood overflowed from his throat and the corners of his mouth respectively, and slid down the edge of the sword to the ground.

"You want to hurt me even with your little tricks?!"

Feng Wuhen snorted coldly, stopped talking nonsense, with a flick of the wrist, the young man's entire neck was cut off in an instant!

The young man fell to the ground in despair, his head turned to the side at an inconceivable angle, and he swallowed his last breath.

Feng Wuhen shook off the blood stained on the sword, his whole face was gloomy and terrifying.

The current him has extremely deep internal energy, and he has already reached the realm of being invulnerable to all poisons.

"Second Senior Brother?!"

"Second senior brother is dead!"

"Kill him! Avenge the second senior brother!"

As the young man died, the remaining dozens of disciples of the Xingxiu Sect were stunned for a moment, then roared and rushed towards the elegant room, brandishing the weapons in their hands.

"How are you?"

Feng Wuhen turned his head to look at Qiao Feng, and asked indifferently.

"I can't die for a while."

Qiao Feng looked at Feng Wuhen and said palely.

"Okay, then I'll chop up these scumbags first!"

Feng Wuhen nodded, the voice fell, and the person had already rushed out like lightning, and with the flick of his wrist, the Yitian sword stabbed out again and again!

In the entire Dongpeng Inn, there were screams suddenly, and people kept falling in a pool of blood!

After a long time, the shouts and screams finally stopped, and the inn once again returned to tranquility.

Dozens of disciples of the Xingxiu Sect had all fallen under Feng Wuhen's sword, and their deaths were in various ways, extremely miserable.

The entire Dongpeng Inn was almost stained red with blood!

The waiter in the inn curled up in a corner, trembling all over. Although he had heard a lot of stories about the rivers and lakes told by the storyteller, many of them were bloody, but when had he seen so many people die before his own eyes?

There was a sound of footsteps, and Feng Wuhen, covered in blood, slowly walked back from the outside.

The sword has been sheathed, but the faint murderous aura still lingers on his body and has not dissipated.

"Go to the medical hall immediately and buy some bezoar and Houttuynia cordata!"

Feng Wuhen glanced at the waiter in the inn who was curled up in the corner, and said loudly.

"what?"

Xiao Er looked at Feng Wuhen blankly, still sitting on the ground blankly.

"Go!"

Feng Wuhen shouted sharply.

"Ah? Good! Good!"

Xiao Er agreed, hurriedly got up from the ground, and staggered out of the elegant room.

Feng Wuhen walked slowly in front of Qiao Feng, checked his pulse, and frowned slightly.

"Master Qiao, bear with me!"

As soon as the words were finished, Feng Wuhen grabbed one of Qiao Feng's arms, flicked the thumb of the left hand holding the sword, and the sword was out of its sheath.

Immediately afterwards, a cut was made directly on Qiao Feng's fingertips, and then his right palm directly touched the back of Qiao Feng's heart, sending a powerful qi into Qiao Feng's body.

Qiao Feng was stunned for a moment, then hastily cooperated with that powerful zhenqi, and started to force the poison.

Soon, thick black blood gushed out from the wound on Qiao Feng's fingertip.

After a while, the black blood flowing out gradually changed color.

Feng Wuhen breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew his right palm, tore off a strip of cloth from his lapel, and bandaged the wound on Qiao Feng's fingertips.

Qiao Feng exercised his strength and adjusted his breath, and immediately felt much better.

Not long after, Xiaoer bought the bezoar and Houttuynia cordata, and hurriedly sent them to Feng Wuhen.

"Go and boil a bucket of bath water, the water temperature must be high! Then put all these two herbs into the bucket."

Feng Wuhen looked at Xiaoer and instructed him earnestly.

Xiao Er agreed, and ran out quickly again.

Although most of the poison in Qiao Feng's body has been forced out, there are still some leftovers, and it must be evaporated again with detoxifying herbs and high-temperature water vapor, so as to force out all the toxins in the body.

Feng Wuhen put away the Yitian Sword, and helped Qiao Feng walk to his room.

Qiao Feng looked at Feng Wuhen beside him, apart from surprise, there was also a trace of indescribable gratitude in his eyes.

...

The night is dark again.

Standing at the railing on the second floor, Feng Wuhen watched several shop assistants lift dozens of corpses out of the building one by one, cleaning the bloody ground and stairs over and over again.

In addition to the many guests lying at the door of their respective rooms and discussing secretly, a group of people came to the inn and surrounded the inn inside and out.

They were members of the beggar gang, they probably heard about the incident in the inn and were worried about Qiao Feng's safety, so they rushed over.

The leader was a middle-aged man with gray hair and a thin figure. He looked at Feng Wuhen from time to time with complicated eyes.

Qiao Feng was still taking a bath in Feng Wuhen's room to force poison, and he never came out.

However, since Feng Wuhen used his powerful internal force to help Qiao Feng force out most of the toxins at the beginning, there shouldn't be any major problems.

Feng Wuhen leaned on the railing, frowning slightly, holding his own jug in his hand, but he was no longer in the mood to drink.

He couldn't figure out why so many people kept coming to win over and take revenge. Is it just because his own strength threatened the interests of some people?

But he never thought of snatching anything from others, why are those people so afraid?

This seems to be in line with the old saying, if you can't get it, destroy it?

What kind of shit is this? !

If it weren't for the invincible copy system, which is still a good idea, I am afraid that he has nine lives and is not enough to die.

It seems that he can only become stronger, so strong that no one is his opponent anymore.

Chapter No.17 The ghost delivered to the door

Dongpeng Inn.

In Feng Wuhen's room.

"Thank you, young hero Feng, for your righteous action, otherwise Qiao might not be able to escape this catastrophe."

Qiao Feng lying on the bed looked at Feng Wuhen standing in front of the window, and said gratefully.

Now all the poison in his body has been forced out, but his body is still a little weak, and he needs to stay in bed for a few days.

Xingxiu Sect's rotting corpse poison has long been known in the Jianghu, and its toxicity has long been known to people in the Jianghu, and no one survived it.

It was not easy to escape from death this time.

"Sect Leader Qiao is too polite. Everything happened because of my subordinates. I should apologize to Sect Leader Qiao."

Feng Wuhen looked at Qiao Feng with some guilt and said.

If he hadn't lured Qiao Feng to the inn, Qiao Feng would not have been poisoned.

"Fortunately, Chief Qiao is okay, otherwise the entire beggar gang will be at odds with you."

Before Qiao Feng could speak, the gray-haired middle-aged man had already opened his mouth, looking at Feng Wuhen with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"Elder Bai, don't be rude to Shaoxia Feng! He is my friend, if it wasn't for him, I'm afraid you would never have seen me."

Qiao Feng looked at the middle-aged man with a gloomy expression, and blamed him.

Bai Shijing, the law enforcement elder of the beggar gang, has always been on good terms with Qiao Feng.

"If it wasn't for him, boss, you wouldn't..."

"Okay! That's enough! I'm fine now, don't mention this matter in the future!"

Bai Shijing wanted to say something more, but Qiao Feng stopped him in time.

"Young Xia Feng, don't be offended. Elder Bai was only worried about me for a moment before speaking disrespectfully. He didn't intend to blame me."

Qiao Feng turned his head to look at Feng Wuhen, and said with a smile.

"It's okay, what he said is right, everything started because of me, so I can't stand Qiao's thank you even more, let alone blame him."

Feng Wuhen shook his head and said.

"Heavy words, heavy words."

Qiao Feng smiled and said, but quickly frowned and pondered for a while.

"However, Young Man Feng, why did the Xingxiu faction come to you? Could it be that you had some old grievances with them?"

Qiao Feng looked at Feng Wuhen solemnly and asked.

"There is no old grudge. The Xingxiu faction is no longer the first group of people to come to the door. It seems that everyone wants to recruit me. I didn't even think that I would become a favorite in everyone's eyes overnight."

Feng Wuhen said with a wry smile.

"It seems that someone has taken a fancy to your martial arts and wants to use your hands to accomplish some impossible things."

Qiao Feng said thoughtfully.

"maybe."

Feng Wuhen nodded and said lightly.

He didn't want to argue about this issue.

"The head of the Xingxiu sect, Ding Chunqiu, is cruel and ruthless. He always seeks vengeance. If you kill his second eldest disciple, I'm afraid he won't let it go. You should be more careful when you walk in the rivers and lakes in the future."