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Chapter 425 Poison Hair

"Lin...Mo...Bai...?" Feng Qingjiu felt like his brain was shutting down.

If he is Lin Mobai, then who was the Lin Mobai who appeared before?

Seventeen nodded: "Yes, Princess, the prince's other identity is Lin Mobai."

"During the three years when the prince was stupid, it was Eleven who pretended to be the prince."

"Eleven is one of the four guardians of the All Saints Pavilion."

Feng Qingjiu: "Okay!"

No wonder!

Even though he had never met Lin Mobai before, he appeared frequently to help him.

It turned out that they took action because they saw their master was in danger.

"Princess, you must save the prince." Seventeen knelt on the ground, "dong dong dong".

Feng Qingjiu: "Seventeen, get up quickly. I really don't know how to solve this Blood Coagulation Palm. When Ye Xiumo wakes up, we can ask him. He is knowledgeable and may know how to solve it!"

"Go and take care of your injuries."

Seventeen nodded: "Yes, Princess!"

After Seventeen left, Feng Qingjiu turned around and looked at the person on the bed.

"Wow! I can't believe you're actually the leader of the All Saints Pavilion."

“It’s so cold...! So cold...!” The person on the bed was trembling all over and his teeth were chattering.

Feng Qingjiu touched his head: "Oh...! It's so hot."

"Fever."

"All, fever-reducing medicine."

"........."

Later in the night.

When Feng Qingjiu was half asleep, she felt someone picked her up and gently put her on the bed.

Looking at the woman who was sleeping soundly on the bed, Ye Xiumo's lips curled up into a faint smile, a smile that he himself might not even notice.

Then, he walked in front of the bronze mirror, Ye Xiumo lifted up his clothes on his chest, looked at the two black handprints, and couldn't help but frowned.

Blood Coagulation Palm! This is an extremely vicious martial art. Anyone who is hit by it will definitely not survive for more than 12 hours.

Seeing that the palm print on his chest had stopped extending, Ye Xiumo looked at the woman on the bed.

It seems that she used some kind of medicine, which prevented the palm prints on her body from extending further.

“Cough… cough cough…!”

"..."

When Feng Qingjiu woke up, it was already noon the next day.

"you're awake!"

Looking towards the source of the voice, I saw Ye Xiumo sitting at the table, flipping through some book in his hands.

Feng Qingjiu stood up and rubbed his eyes: "The poisonous palm on your body...?"

"I know." Ye Xiumo closed the book and said in a faint voice: "The Blood Coagulation Palm, no one in the world can solve it."

"Then you must be...!" A trace of worry flashed in Feng Qingjiu's eyes.

“Cough… cough cough…!” Ye Xiumo coughed a few times, then spat out several mouthfuls of black blood.

“Amo…!” Feng Qingjiu rushed forward and supported his body which was falling backwards.

“Your Highness…!” Seventeen also rushed in.

“Your Majesty…!”

Feng Qingjiu: "Amo...!"

"Seventeen, come on, put him on the bed."

Seventeen nodded: "Yes, Princess."

Feng Qingjiu quickly put his hand on his wrist: [Everyone, come on, take a look.]

System: [OK...! ]

Five minutes later.

The system looked puzzled: [Host, this shouldn't be possible! I gave the prince a pill last night. His blood coagulation palm shouldn't take effect until the afternoon. How could it take effect earlier? Unless he used his internal force!]

Feng Qingjiu looked at Seventeen: "Seventeen, answer truthfully, what did Ye Xiumo do when he got up this morning?"

Seventeen said: "Princess, the prince went back to the pavilion as soon as he got up in the morning and killed all the people who betrayed the pavilion."

"........."

Time goes back three hours.

Halloween Pavilion.

A middle-aged man with a cunning look sat on a throne with more than a dozen steps.

He was playing with a sword in his hand, and his eyes were looking down.

“Kill…!”

As soon as the command was given, a "swish" sound came from below.

Then one person fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

“Fifteen…! Fifteen…!”

"Lin Meng, you will not die well." Eleven roared with red eyes.

It turned out that the middle-aged man sitting above was Lin Meng, one of the great elders of Wansheng Pavilion.

In the past few years, he has been unwilling to accept why the former Pavilion Master allowed a green boy to take over the position of Pavilion Master.

Therefore, he had been planning in secret! He was thinking that one day he would be able to kill Lin Mobai and become the Pavilion Master himself.

"If any of you still disobey this Pavilion Master, stand up, or you will suffer the same fate as him." Lin Meng stood up and shouted loudly while looking at the crowd of people below.

After these words were spoken, no one in the audience dared to say a word.

"Lin Meng, we don't accept it." Eleven said.

"Yes, we don't accept it." Twelve also said.

Looking at the people below, Lin Meng smiled and said, "You guys, this Pavilion Master doesn't expect you to stay. After all, the seven of you are the confidants of Lin Mobai."

"Since you all want to go down and accompany him, then this Pavilion Master will grant your wish."

“Kill…!”

Just when Eleven and others were about to die, there were a few "crackling" sounds.

The men holding swords fell to the ground instantly.

“Lin Meng…!”

The eleven or so people who heard the voice immediately turned around and looked at the person who came.

“Pavilion Master…!”

The tone of several people was very excited.

Lin Mo, wearing a silver mask and a white robe, walked in with great momentum, followed by Seventeen.

"Lin Mobai...?" Lin Meng stood up in surprise: "You are not dead?"

impossible!

Didn’t that person say that he had been hit by the Blood Clotting Palm and would definitely not survive past last night?

how can that be!

"This Pavilion Master is not dead, it seems you are very disappointed! Lin Meng." Lin Mobai slowly raised his eyes and looked at the person above.

“Master, Fifteen…!” Eleven looked at the person lying on the ground, his voice choked with sobs.

"Fifteen, fifteen." Seventeen shouted in pain.

Ye Xiumo glanced at the ground, and then his eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light: "Lin Meng, this Pavilion Master will let you be buried with the Fifteenth."

Lin Meng carefully observed Lin Mobai's every move, and when he saw the black air emanating from around his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although Lin Mobai did not die, he must have been poisoned.

"Okay, Lin Mobai, today you and I will decide the winner."

After Lin Meng finished speaking, he clenched the sword in his right hand, flew up, and attacked Lin Mobai.

Seeing this, Lin Mobai also flew up.

The two started fighting in the air.

"Lin Mobai, today is the day you die." Lin Meng's voice was hoarse and cold, like a ghost in the cold wind.

Looking at Lin Meng's ferocious swordsmanship, Ye Xiumo frowned slightly.

He was no match for Lin Meng and could only kill him with one strike.

Master once said that the highest level of Qingfeng Beihong is...!

Ye Xiumo closed his eyes and raised his right hand slightly.

Just as Lin Meng's sword was about to pierce Ye Xiumo's chest, with a "bang" sound, a powerful internal force hit Lin Meng hard.

Lin Meng widened his eyes!