Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

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There was a slight breeze in the room, and a figure in black appeared silently. Everyone present was shocked, but no one saw how or where this person came in.

Despite his mental preparation, Fan Bo still couldn't hide the horror on his face. On the one hand, he heard that sentence, and on the other hand, he was also because of the mysterious visitor in front of him.

Fan Bo carefully lifted the fox fur on Zhan Zhao's body, and sure enough, he saw a scar under Zhan Zhao's right rib. Fan Bo's complexion turned blue all of a sudden, and his blood color showed a strange greenish color!

Fan Bo is also a master at playing with hidden weapons, and he has a deep knowledge of the common poisons in the Jianghu. Such a strange color that has penetrated into the blood in such a short time is obviously a very rare poison. For a while, he couldn't think of what kind of poison it was. .

Fan Bo stared fiercely at the Khitan man without saying a word, but the man didn't seem to see it, and just looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him calmly.

Fan Bo swallowed dryly, his voice astringent, and said, "Since Mr. Yang knows it's poisonous, how can you know what kind of poison it is?"

Yang Jian glanced casually, then turned his head to look at the Khitan man, and said calmly: "This is a rare thing, it is made from a kind of silkworm moth unique to the Northern Territory. It is said that this kind of moth has long been Extinct, I don’t want anyone to be able to accept this poison.”

Hearing Yang Jian explain the poison soaked in the hidden weapon, the Khitan man couldn't help but change his expression.

Yang Jian stepped forward and pushed Fan Bo half a step away, and stretched out his hand to test Zhan Zhao's wound. Zhan Zhao quickly grabbed Yang Jian's wrist, and said, "It is said that the poison will enter if it is stained with blood. Second brother, be careful."

Yang Jian gently pushed his hand away, and said with a slight smile, "I haven't seen any poison that can poison me in this world." He stretched out his fingers to lightly stain a little bit of Zhan Zhao's blood, and said, " The wound is not deep, it's just scratching a layer of oily skin, but unfortunately the poison enters in the sight of blood, it only takes one breath to penetrate the whole body, it's not like seeing blood seal the throat, but it will slowly erode the heart and lungs and block the tendons , it will always take ten and a half months before people can stop breathing from the exhaustion of blood vessels and organs in the whole body—the most vicious thing.”

As Fan Bo listened, he felt a surge of hot blood rushing to his forehead, and his eyes turned black. He strode forward and grabbed the Khitan man by the skirt. He moved surprisingly quickly in anger, which caught the man by surprise. He caught it straight, and immediately changed his expression and yelled loudly, and the followers around him immediately drew their swords and drew their swords to surround him.

Fan Bo ignored it, and said in a low voice, "Bring out the antidote!"

The man's expression changed again and again, and he uttered a series of Khitan language, Fan Bo said: "Nonsense! Since you have this poison, how come there is no antidote, if you accidentally get it, you will have to wait for death?!"

The Khitan man turned his face away and ignored Fan Bo, as if a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, Fan Bo became annoyed and tried to get rid of this damn thing with all his strength——

But suddenly he felt his shoulders tense, and Yang Jian shook his head to signal on the side of his head, saying: "Don't embarrass him, there is no cure for this poison in the world."

Fan Bo anxiously said: "Then what should we do? Can we just watch Zhan Zhao die like this?! Since Mr. Yang is Zhan Zhao's friend, how can he just watch Zhan Zhao die like this?"

Zhan Zhao wanted to comfort Fan Bo not to be so nervous, but his strength was weak. Yang Jian looked at Zhan Zhao, raised his hand to smooth the messy hair on his forehead, and said with a smile, "Why don't you look in a hurry?"

Zhan Zhao forced a smile, and said: "...I naturally know the methods of the second brother..."

Fan Bo was sweating profusely, and Yang Jian said unhurriedly: "I just said that there is no cure for this poison in the world, and it's not that no one can cure it."

Fan Bo's heart suddenly fell into his stomach. Although he didn't know where Yang Jian came from, Fan Bo felt at ease with this stranger for some reason. It seemed that every word he said had a strange Power can be irrefutable.

The Khitan man was a little surprised and couldn't help but said: "How can you detoxify this poison?"

With a smile on his face, Yang Jian said lightly: "I'm a master at this, not to mention that there are traces to follow, even if it appeared out of thin air, it won't trouble me." He smiled lightly, and his tone was calm, but there was a trace of The stern chill was like a sharp sword of ice piercing through the air and piercing directly into the man's heart and lungs, causing him to shiver violently inexplicably.

He couldn't speak anymore.

Fan Bo felt that the surrounding temperature seemed to cool down all of a sudden, the charcoal fire burning in the copper stove seemed to be frozen, and the hot sweat that had been sweating quickly dissipated without a sound.

Yang Jian took two steps forward, staring at the Khitan man, but he spoke fluent Khitan dialect, and continued: "I didn't want to interfere in this matter, you are also a person with status, I'm afraid you are the same as this poison." It's not easy to get, if you use it on the battlefield when you are facing the enemy's life and death, you can't tell your fault, but now you use this poison just a few jokes, it really can't be justified, don't think that you are behind you I don't pay attention to any background forces, I want to take your life, it's like picking something out of a bag."

The man was even more surprised. This man looked very gentle. He was handsome and fair-skinned. Although he was tall but not strong, he spoke fluent Khitan dialect as if he could speak it since he was born. He could see through his identity at a glance. It's hard to say that he is really some kind of expert from outside the world. Seeing that his slightly curly hair with a touch of gold is different from people from the Central Plains, the man suddenly said: "Could it be that you are also from Khitan?!"

Yang Jian sneered and said, "Whether it's Khitan people or Central Plains people, they are no different from me."

As he said that, the sleeves rolled up, the man felt a chill in his chest, and before he could retreat, a few strands of cold light flickered in front of his eyes, and a few spears appeared in front of him.

The Khitan man stared nervously at the darts, his expression became extremely ugly. These darts were all packed in buckskin pouches, even if he used them himself, it would take some effort. Unexpectedly, the man in front of him He took out all these spears with a flick of his sleeves. Judging from this, if he wanted to take his life, it was really like picking something out of a pocket.

Although Fan Bo didn't know where these darts were placed, the hidden weapons for self-defense were never easily discovered by others, so how did Yang Jian see it?What method was used again?Seeing a few spears hanging steadily in front of his eyes, Fan Bo was even more secretly surprised—could it be that the Mr. Yang in front of him has already reached the point where he can control Qi? !How can it be achieved without a hundred and 80 years of cultivation?Seeing that he is not more than 40 years old, could it be that some miracle happened to him? !

But Yang Jian didn't care what the people in front of him thought. He shook his palm out of thin air, and the darts gathered together and slowly turned into powder and scattered on the ground. Into the air and never found again!

Yang Jian said: "The celestial silkworm moth is extinct in the world, and what remains of it should never appear again."

After speaking, he turned around and looked at Zhan Zhao. Zhan Zhao raised his head and looked at Yang Jian without saying a word. After a long while, Yang Jian sighed softly, "Follow me." After speaking, he bent down a little and hugged Zhan Zhao in his arms. The person strode away with a glance.

Fan Bo followed immediately.

The Khitan man stared blankly at the missing spears in the air with a blue face and did not respond for a long time.

As soon as he went out, Fan Bo followed closely, and said, "Mr. Yang, where is he going? How do I know about Zhan Zhao's situation? Our mission will return to Bianliang soon, Zhan Zhao..."

Yang Jian paused and looked at Zhan Zhao in his arms. Although Zhan Zhao looked a little depressed, his eyes were still clear as usual. At this moment, he just looked at Yang Jian and did not speak. For a moment, Yang Jian took a deep breath and said: , up to you.” After finishing speaking, he turned to Fan Bo and said, “Just take his weapon and arrange the return ceremony. I want to take him to detoxify and heal his wounds. It won’t take three days or two days. The change means that Zhan Zhao is already safe, and I will take him to find you when the time comes, I'm afraid you won't be able to reach Bianliang by then."

Fan Bo looked at the giant que in his palm and asked doubtfully, "What's strange?"

Yang Jian didn't bother to explain anymore, and said vaguely: "Since ancient times, magic soldiers have been connected with their masters, and you will know when the time comes." After speaking, his body moved lightly and slid away.

Fan Bo wanted to ask something else, but in the blink of an eye, Yang Jian had only a faint back.

Fan Boqing knew that with his own efforts, he would definitely not be able to catch up with Yang Jian, so he had to look in the direction where he disappeared for a moment with great anxiety, and then went back sadly.

Zhan Zhao felt a little dizzy, and the white light in front of his eyes gradually became blurred. He subconsciously grasped Yang Jian's lapel, and muttered, "Where will Second Brother take me..."

Yang Jian looked at Zhan Zhao's fingers clutching his clothes so hard that his knuckles turned white. This feeling of being deeply trusted and relied on by others has been unfamiliar to Yang Jian for a long time. He sighed softly in his heart, but comforted him in his mouth: " To detoxify this kind of poison requires a little bit of natural resources, and I will not join hands for a while, I will first find a place to delay the onset of toxicity, and I will find a few people to help."

Zhan Zhao smiled, and said, "I know that the second elder brother has a high level of cultivation and has the best way, so I'm not worried."

Yang Jian snorted and said, "Even if there are really high-level gods who stand by your side every day, they won't be able to stop you from not cherishing yourself. Just now, when the spear shot out, you only need to move a little bit to the side, and it won't hit you. It's on your body, but if you go sideways like this, I'm afraid the fat man behind you won't be so lucky."

Seeing that his thoughts were broken by Yang Jian's words, Zhan Zhao didn't deny it, and said slightly apologetically, "It's because I relied on my second brother to be self-willed, and I want to make these unnecessary troubles for my second brother."

Yang Jian said: "I don't care if you trouble me, but how can your own body withstand such repeated tossing..." Yang Jian was startled suddenly before saying a word, what did he say?Even though he could not help but say what he was thinking in his heart, could it be that he had already unknowingly started to worry about Zhan Zhao Ji hanging up Zhan Zhao?

Yang Jian swallowed silently, his feet flickered lightly, and he disappeared quickly.

Zhan Zhao just felt a little weak. The poison was not too painful. Gradually, his sanity became a little blurred. When he stuck it on Yang Jian's chest, he could hear Yang Jian's calm and powerful heartbeat. Yue, the sound of the heartbeat didn't change at all, it beat rhythmically, Zhan Zhao felt gradually addicted.Can't help but secretly laugh, could it be that the second brother's heartbeat has a bewitching rhythm, that he could be so uncontrollable.

His body gradually became lighter, and Zhan Zhao let the feeling of lightness take away his consciousness.

However, Yang Jian was a little anxious. Seeing Zhan Zhao slowly softening in his arms, this was really not a good sign. Just as he was about to use mana to infiltrate Zhan Zhao's blood, he quickly restrained his impulse , although it doesn't take much effort for me to do this, but it is unbearable for the mortal Zhan Zhao, who is afraid that it will cause future troubles.

How could I have such an impulse? !

Yang Jian took a deep breath.

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