Not only Fu Qingtong, but also many Meng and Fu warriors who were guarding this Fangcao Pavilion were like harvested wheat, falling one after another, looking extremely abrupt.

Meng Zhao also heard this delicate and charming sound. A faint orchid scent suddenly sounded between his nose. He felt dizzy in his mind, and his eyelids seemed to be hanging a hundred pounds of stones, trying his best to close them.

Fortunately, his physical condition was special, and the purple dragon blood hidden in his strong body suddenly boiled. The clouds swelled and clouds gathered into a purple dragon drop by drop, connecting his entire body step by step, dispelling a mysterious force.

At the same time, his entire skin shone with purple light, and then he dispelled the sudden feeling of sleepiness.

"Who?"

Meng Zhao bit the tip of his tongue, and under the severe pain, his slightly slow thinking returned to normal. His eyes burst out, and he made a loud sound of swords and sharp lights in the void.

However, deep in the eyes, there was no trace of fear and worry.

Because as he saw, the people outside the pavilion had almost fallen, and most of them snore like thunder, one after another.

Those who can still stand and maintain the normal operation of their mental thinking are Cang Shuyun, the Taoist Zhaihua, Xue Huayong, and a congenital warrior who guards Fu Qingtong.

However, what made Meng Zhao feel cold was that although these four people could still maintain a clear mind, they were filled with a sense of vain, as if a gust of wind blew and would fall at any time.

In contrast, it is not as strong as his condition, which is really a strange phenomenon.

When a powerful innate martial arts enters the innate realm, he will perform a vital energy infusion and cleanse the body, which is a leap and sublimation of life.

After infusion, the body will enhance various functions of the human body, such as the activity of the body and the function of the internal organs. Therefore, whether it is the ability to recover or the ability to resist toxins, it is not comparable to acquired martial artists.

But now, the toxin that came from somewhere seemed to be too violent, and even these innate powerful people could not resist it, but for some reason, they could not do anything to him.

However, Meng Zhao was not secretly happy because he had no way of knowing who the person who poisoned him in secret was, what kind of power he had, and what kind of power he would do to him.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhao wanted to kick Fu Qingtong to death, a cheating guy. He came to the appointment because he trusted this kid and felt that with his family background, the places he selected would be investigated in advance to eliminate hidden dangers. Who would have thought that such a big mistake would occur?

Seeing that Emperor Yu had bought the armor and gave him some time, it was a rhythm that soared to the sky, but now it was a variable. I don’t know if I could pass this level.

"Huh? You can actually block the medicinal power of Zui Chunfeng? It's really not easy!"

The delicate and charming sound sounded again, and I don’t know what method I used, and I can’t hear clearly the distance and the origin of the direction, so I can’t find out where it hides.

This time, the four innate warriors with unparalleled combat power at their peak could no longer withstand the fatigue from the depths of their souls. They opened their mouths wide and their eyes were sleeping helplessly, and they fell to the ground with the acquired warriors all over the ground and slept with a loud bang.

This scene made Meng Zhao feel cold. It would be fine for others. Cang Shuyun was a congenital master who condensed sword heart. His sword cultivation was extremely terrifying. Even Liang Muqiu praised him. He had stopped. What kind of strength should the person come?

Meng Zhao's cold sweat suddenly flowed down, feeling that the situation had reached a critical moment of 120,000 minuscule. His face turned and his eyes were swaying. He wanted to see through the whereabouts of the speaker, but he was just trying to get through.

"Who are you? Since you have mastered the current situation, don't you dare to show up and meet me?"

Facing a crisis, he was unwilling to give up, but planned to deal with it actively. As long as he was given a chance to speak, he would have the possibility of survival.

With a whisper, he saw a man floating down from the arched eaves in the octagonal pavilion, and his behavior was elegant.

Meng Zhaoqiang took a look at him with energy, and his purple eyes shrank, but he couldn't tell whether this was a man or a woman at the first time.

Why do you say so?

I saw the man who was floating and falling, dressed in a light red dress, like a noble phoenix falling from the sky.

Two curved eyebrows, a straight nose bridge, a rosy pink lips, delicate and white skin like a jade ball of mutton fat, a pair of phoenix eyes are captivating, and a narrowed corner of the eyes, with an indescribable style.

At first glance, it looks like a charming beauty. In terms of appearance, it is not as good as Han Luzhuer.

However, when you look closely, you will find that this "beauty" has a slightly solid body, strong limbs, and extremely tall figure, which is almost comparable to a rare beauty like Liang Muqiu.

The difference is that Liang Muqiu's figure is extremely popular, with a bulge in front and a tilted back, which complements his tall figure.

This person's chest was flat, even more flat than that of the airport. Moreover, Meng Zhao's eyes were sharp. Although he had a moment, he could still see the obvious Adam's apple squirming under his collar.

This should be a more feminine man, but his style and voice are a bit feminine.

Of course, Meng Zhao didn't care whether the other party was a man or a woman. He could handle the situation even if Zhu Guangxi, who was neither a man nor a woman, and he was not afraid of such a feminine and demonic person.

The key is that he was a little unsure of this person's aura.

On the surface, he is just a very ordinary person, and he seems to have never practiced the rough punching skills.

His steps were heavy, his breathing was short, and his whole body felt astringent.

However, this is an abnormal phenomenon in itself. How can a person who has never practiced martial arts fall leisurely from the eaves of the pavilion two or seven meters high?

If he did not understand martial arts and was not a person in the martial arts world, where did he come from this amazing method to overturn the dozens of people around him, including four innate powerful men?

Don't worry about whether you use despicable methods of drugging, it will work.

Meng Zhao could not estimate the other party's strength, so he had no certainty, so he had to force a smile, hold the bronze disc in one hand, and give a tribute with the other hand, saying,

"Meng Zhao has met a master. I don't know where I offended you. Please forgive me. If you have any needs, Meng Zhao will never return."

This feminine man covered his mouth and smiled romantically, and he was indescribably charming,

"What, weren't you going to shout and ask me to come out to meet you just now?

Now that I'm out, I'm standing in front of you, why do you bow your head and admit defeat so quickly? How can you be proud and domineering?"

Meng Zhao secretly scolded this dog who was neither male nor female, but he did not dare to be disrespectful on the surface.

"I just felt anxious and spoke without saying anything. Please don't take it to heart by the master.

I am just a little acquired martial artist, how dare I be arrogant in front of a master like you?

I don’t know what price it will cost you to make your hands proud and put it next?”

This posture is low enough.
Chapter completed!