Present life.

Chen Yi held a finger-sized glass tube filled with fiery red liquid.

He looked at the small glasses suspiciously and said, "Such a little thing...is it really enough?"

"Lord Buddha, this is an ultra-high-concentration concentrate. Even though it looks small, its dosage is enough for fifteen thousand people. The several thousand people you mentioned are more than enough."

"so smart?"

Xiao Yan was extremely proud of his professional field. He raised his head and said, "Only strong, not weak!"

"Okay, thank you very much."

"Donor Lao Wang, I will take my leave now."

Chen Yi said hello to a few people and prepared to leave.

After being delayed for more than a day, it's time to go back.

"etc,"

Wang Zhao called out, looked at his doubtful eyes and said: "I said before that there will be a 'surprise' for you. Seeing as you don't have time now, I will have someone deliver the 'surprise' in a few days."

To your home."

"surprise?"

Chen Yi muttered very suspiciously.

What surprise can the rich man give me?

But he was busy rushing back, so he didn't say much, and just said casually: "Thank you very much."

Watching Chen Yi leave, doubts appeared in Wang Zhao's eyes: "The poisoning of thousands of people cannot be silent. Who was poisoned? Where?"

Not only that, as far as he knew, Chen Yi should have never left Hong Kong.

Where could he go to meet so many poisoned people?

And those two "monsters" seemed to appear out of thin air. Where did they come from?

Just because he didn't question Chen Yi face to face, it didn't mean that he didn't need to find out the reason.

The ice-faced person next to him replied simply: "I don't know."

In his eyes, Chen Yi has no "track" at all and his abilities are useless.

As for the little glasses, his eyes were dull and he was already trapped in his own scientific world, and he didn't even hear what he said...

"..."

…

Crane World.

In a spacious barracks, the leaders of the major sects sat down in it, silently channeling their energy to resist the strange poison in their bodies.

A middle-aged man dressed simply but with an elegant temperament squatted next to an old monk with his eyes closed and said: "Abbott, your face seems to be getting greener and greener."

The old monk tried his best to say: "Yiyangzi, you said that your disciple and the master went to find the antidote. When exactly will they come back?"

"Abbott, fellow heads, please rest assured, they will be back soon."

A bearded man next to him exhaled and sneered: "Yiyangzi, apart from us, are there any other experts in the martial arts world now? Isn't your apprentice lying to you and running away on his own?"

Yiyangzi squinted at him: "Master Shangguan, I saw with my own eyes my apprentice and the master riding a crane together. How could it be false? If you have the strength, you'd better rest more. Don't worry about it then.

The medicine arrived but you were out of breath."

As they were talking, loud shouts of death and screams suddenly came from outside, immediately disturbing the leaders.

"What's going on outside?"

A monk covered in blood rushed in: "Abbot! Abbot! That Cao Xiong escaped! He also brought the Yanyun cavalry and wanted to kill us all! Many people died, so many people!"

"What?!" An old monk's face, which was already blue due to poisoning, turned even bluer.

"Master! It's him! He was the one who let Cao Xiong go!"

A disciple of an unknown sect suddenly pointed at Yiyangzi next to him and said angrily.

"I saw him sneaking into the place where Cao Xiong was imprisoned last night. He must have colluded with the government to kill us all and dominate the martial arts world for himself!"

Yiyangzi stood up and pointed at him: "Hey, I'm warning you, don't talk nonsense!"

"They're coming in! They're coming in!"

Several disciples from the sect stumbled in, covered in blood, and one of them had already broken an arm. He stumbled in with his broken arm in his arms, wailing incessantly.

"Hahaha! Yiyangzi, you understand the righteousness, are courageous and knowledgeable, the court values ​​talents like you the most, and I also support your unification of the martial arts world!"

"boom!"

A wild laugh came from afar, and then there was a bang. The spacious barracks suddenly exploded from the inside to the outside, with the walls and roof exploding.

The skylight poured in, illuminating the scene inside.

It turned out that dozens of black-armored knights threw iron hooks and iron locks, which crossed the defense lines of the sect disciples, hooked onto the wooden wall, and demolished the entire barracks from a distance.

The bloody tusha scene was suddenly exposed to the eyes of many bosses.

A dozen men in black clothes waved their long swords among the black-armored knights. Wherever they passed, a man's head shot into the sky.

Soon they arrived not far from the leaders.

A tall man in black clothes with a nose like an aquiline strode over with blood on his sword: Yiyangzi, kill them, and I will ensure that you take the position of leader of the martial arts alliance!"

"Cao Xiong?!" Yiyangzi looked at the visitor in disbelief.

The old monk pointed at him and his voice trembled: "Yiyangzi! I didn't expect that you really colluded with the imperial court to murder fellow martial artists!"

"Abbott, don't listen to his nonsense!"

Yiyangzi was at a loss: "Cao Xiong! I saved your life, why did you frame me?"

Cao Xiong laughed and said: "Yiyangzi, save my life. I brought the Yanyun Iron Cavalry. No one here can escape. You don't have to be afraid of them."

As he spoke, he waved his hand: "Kill!"

Dozens of black-armored knights broke through the obstruction of the remaining disciples of the sect and rushed towards the head of Yiqian.

A dozen men in black clothes also wielded their long swords and came over to kill them.

"No killing!"

A Yangzi stretched out his hand and touched it on his waist, and a cold light turned into a bolt and rolled around.

"Walk a hoe and ask the sky with a smile and tears!"

"Carrying firewood across the rice fields!"

A step brings a sword, a sword brings a poem, and the poem and the sword are romantic.

For a time, no one could break through the soft sword in his hand.

"Plant flowers in the morning and evening at the foot of Nanshan Mountain!"

"Watch the Beidou crossing the good year at night!"

As soon as the sword passed by, the long sword trembled like ripples, the sword energy surged, and a group of people flew upside down.

Cao Xiong said coldly: "Yiyangzi! You don't want to be toasted and you will be fined with wine. There are three thousand Yanyun cavalry here, how many can you beat?"

"Fight even if you can't! As long as I'm here, you can't even think of succeeding!"

"Hahaha, okay! Then don't blame me for not caring about affection! Yanyun Iron Cavalry, kill everyone here as quickly as possible!"

Cao Xiong held up a black tiger talisman and shouted loudly.

"ah!"

"Do not kill me!"

"Master, save me!"

The black-armored knights rushing around were attacking faster and more fiercely, making the already endless fighting scene even more brutal.

"stop it!"

All the sect leaders were heartbroken as they watched their disciples being slaughtered one by one.

Although the Jianghu sects gathered here are much more numerous than the Yanyun Iron Cavalry, their martial arts are also far superior to the Iron Cavalry.

At this time, most of them were poisoned and found it difficult to move.

The remaining ones who were not poisoned were difficult to resist.

Every moment, someone dies under the iron heel.

Black-armored knights kept breaking through their defensive line and charging into the place where the leaders were.

At this moment, they can only rely on their profound cultivation to fight against the danger of poisonous blood attacking their hearts.

In such a state, their profound martial arts skills would not be able to be fully utilized even 20% of the time.
To be continued...