Chapter 110

Finally, Yan Qingxuan turned and called a disciple up, smiling: "Lu Feng, you go and instruct them. Remember, you are not allowed to use other methods; you may only use the martial arts techniques you realized from the stone tablet."

"Yes, Master."

The disciple who was named responded and walked straight out.

He was dressed in a green robe, possessed an extraordinary temperament, wore a purple-gold crown, and had a handsome face. He looked like a banished immortal, his expression calm as he looked at the many Poison Sect elders and disciples.

"Elders, I am Lu Feng. Please, enlighten me!"

He cupped his hands.

Although his tone was respectful, it made the others' expressions look exceptionally ugly.

Especially that group of Poison Sect elders.

How arrogant!

Having realized a few moves from this stone tablet, he dared to come to their Poison Sect and act so presumptuously?

They knew that this battle absolutely could not be lost; not only could they not lose, but they had to win beautifully.

Otherwise, it would damage their Dao hearts.

It would cause the things they had painstakingly persisted in for many years to collapse in an instant.

The Dachanglao and Elder Hu had gloomy expressions, both remaining silent.

The other elders also had their brows tightly furrowed, looking at the disciples, seemingly thinking about who would be most suitable to enter the arena.

"Dachanglao, may I ask who from your Poison Sect is willing to enter the arena?"

Seeing that no one was stepping out, Lu Feng asked again.

"What's the rush? It's not like we aren't going to enter!"

Elder Hu said in a cold tone, glancing at Lu Feng.

"Lu Feng, do not be rude. They might not have decided yet; just let them think it over properly."

Yan Qingxuan suddenly revealed a smile.

"Yes, Master!"

Lu Feng nodded again.

The expressions of the many Poison Sect disciples were exceptionally ugly.

They had the urge to have their faces slapped hard by someone coming to their door.

"Damn it, I can't even watch this anymore."

Ye Jiuxiao watched, grinding his teeth, and said: "Ouyang Feng, why don't you go into the arena and teach him a lesson."

"Me? I can't."

Fang Yi shook his head repeatedly.

"How can you not? The deadly poison on your body can even poison me; as long as you enter the arena, you can take him down in one move."

Ye Jiuxiao transmitted his voice, saying: "These people dare to come to the Poison Sect to challenge us, so they must have prepared anti-poison items. The toxins refined by ordinary disciples definitely won't be of any use; only your poison can be effective. Don't worry, as long as you enter the arena, I will definitely help you get a Shedding Fetus Pill afterward."

"With so many experts in the Poison Sect, and dozens of core disciples, wouldn't any one of them do?"

Fang Yi asked.

Core disciples have all read the Poison Scripture.

The weakest among them has mastered a source of deadly poison.

For example, the Poison of Power!

Could this kind of deadly poison not poison the opponent?

"Most likely useless. The opponent knows we have mastered sources of deadly poison and still dares to come and provoke us; they definitely have a method to restrain the sources of deadly poison."

Ye Jiuxiao continued to transmit his voice.

"Then why don't you go into the arena? Isn't your strength higher than mine?"

Fang Yi asked.

"I can't. They said only those below the Rebirth Realm can enter. If I enter, I will definitely be exposed."

Ye Jiuxiao transmitted his voice.

While the two of them were talking, the Dachanglao finally let someone enter the arena.

Without a doubt, this was a core disciple.

His name was Zhao Yuantai, and he had been initiated for many years, mastering 4 sources of deadly poison.

As soon as he came up, he circulated his poison technique, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body.

He pushed his poison technique and movement technique to the limit.

In an instant, there were continuous afterimages in the arena, and the poison wind was vast.

It was as if a black whirlwind had suddenly blown up, containing deadly poison, hissing and corroding everything. The opponent's figure seemed to have completely disappeared, perfectly blending into the poison wind.

However, Lu Feng, who was in the arena, seemed to ignore all the deadly poison.

His expression was calm, standing with his hands behind his back, when a jade pendant at his waist suddenly bloomed with light, isolating all the deadly poison around him.

"Brother Zhao, your movements are too slow."

Lu Feng's voice was calm, and suddenly he disappeared.

The next moment, he struck out with a palm, containing seven or eight different forces, striking directly at Zhao Yuantai's main body.

Zhao Yuantai was secretly shocked, not expecting the opponent to be so fast. He urged the strength of his whole body, compressing all the deadly poison into his palm, and met the strike with a palm.

Slap!

Boom!

With a loud noise, the poison wind collapsed.

Zhao Yuantai let out a muffled groan, his body flew backward immediately, feeling seven or eight different forces rushing into his body along his meridians, either purely Yin or purely Yang, or Yang within Yin, or Yin within Yang, or scorching, or domineering, switching back and forth, impossible to guard against.

"Sure enough, there is an anti-poison item."

Ye Jiuxiao transmitted his voice, saying: "People on the Seeking Immortal Path are all masters of artifact refining; the deadly poison of ordinary people cannot play a role."

Fang Yi frowned, seeing all this in his eyes.

Why did he feel that the deadly poison mastered by this Brother Zhao was too weak?

It seemed that it didn't even compare to one percent of his own.

"Yuantai!"

Elder Hu's expression changed slightly, and he appeared beside Zhao Yuantai in an instant, immediately checking his injuries, discovering that the forces in his body were chaotic, eight different forces were frantically impacting, and there was actually a feeling of being unable to suppress them.

He quickly made a move, immediately sealing Zhao Yuantai's acupoints, inputting his cultivation power to calm the forces in his body.

"I concede."

Lu Feng immediately cupped his hands, smiling slightly: "I didn't expect Brother Zhao to be so fragile. Sorry, I will hold back next time."

The expressions of the many Poison Sect disciples suddenly became even uglier.

Everyone felt a sense of frustration in their hearts.

He defeated them using martial arts methods, and still wanted to hold back.

"Winning by unfair means, avoiding our deadly poison through anti-poison items, what kind of heroic method is that?"

Someone let out a cold snort and said.

Their Poison Sect practices poison, but the opponent used anti-poison items to avoid the deadly poison.

What is the point of this sparring?

"We said that this competition is only for pure martial arts. If deadly poison were used, what would be the point?"

Lu Feng smiled.

"Hmph!"

That person snorted coldly again and said no more.

The Dachanglao's expression was gloomy, and he remained silent, quietly watching all this.

"This junior brother is willing to enter the arena."

Suddenly, a shout came from outside.

Ye Jiuxiao pushed Fang Yi out directly, transmitting his voice: "Don't worry, after passing this hurdle, I will definitely help you get the Shedding Fetus Pill."

Fang Yi's face turned black, and he suddenly became the center of attention.

But fortunately, he had successfully disguised himself and used the Treasure Vase Scripture to restrain his aura, so he didn't need to worry about being recognized.

"He is..."

"Seems I haven't seen him before?"

"Whose disciple is this?"

"Nonsense! Even core disciples can't do it, who is he to dare to show off!"

Many elders had gloomy expressions.

Only the Dachanglao's expression moved, and he suddenly glanced at Ye Jiuxiao, seemingly recognizing him, then looked at Fang Yi again, his heart tightening as he guessed Fang Yi's identity.

This kid finally came up from the poison pit.

"Dachanglao, who is this person? Should we stop him?"

An elder immediately whispered.

"No need, let him enter the arena."

The Dachanglao's expression was calm.

"Really let him enter the arena?"

Many elders were surprised and looked at Fang Yi again.

Could this be a secret successor taken in by the Dachanglao?

"Someone else has come, very good."

Lu Feng laughed directly, looking at Fang Yi, and said: "What should I call this senior brother?"

"I am Duan Zhixing!"

Fang Yi cupped his hands.

"Senior Brother Duan, please!"

Lu Feng smiled.

"Senior brother, your realm is higher than mine. If I don't use deadly poison, it will be difficult to defeat you. Poison technique is my only means, so you don't mind if I use poison technique, right?"

Fang Yi said.

"Poison technique?"

Lu Feng laughed again.

Knowing that he was wearing anti-poison items and still daring to use poison technique, it was truly interesting.

"If Senior Brother Duan is willing, feel free."

Lu Feng smiled.

"Alright, then you can go down to heal your injuries."

Fang Yi smiled.

"Oh?"

Lu Feng laughed: "We haven't even sparred yet, and you are so confident you can poison me? Pfft..."

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his body staggered, swaying, his whole face turned deathly pale in an instant, and his body uncontrollably fell backward.

His expression was horrified, he hurriedly looked at Fang Yi, feeling dizzy, his vision blurred, and his whole body was in severe pain, almost unable to stand.

When was he poisoned?

He had an anti-poison item personally refined by his master, which could restrain most sources of deadly poison!

When did the opponent poison him?

"You... you... Pfft! Pfft! Pfft..."

Lu Feng spat out blood again, unable to speak clearly.

There was an uproar outside the arena.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, looking like they had seen a ghost.

When did this Duan Zhixing poison him?

How did he do it?

Not to mention that Yan Qingxuan and his side couldn't understand, even the people on the Poison Sect side were all confused.

They had all seen how fierce Lu Feng was just now.

Even Zhao Yuantai had no way to deal with the jade pendant at his waist.

Yet this Duan Zhixing was able to poison the opponent silently?

How is that possible?

"Whose disciple is this exactly?"

"Hiss... what kind of deadly poison did he use?"

"A good seedling, this is a good seedling!"

Many Poison Sect elders were all shocked and hurriedly spoke out.

Only the Dachanglao's expression eased slightly, revealing a trace of a smile.

He hadn't misjudged the other person after all.

Worthy of being the guy who could stay under the poison pit for so long!

No wonder Ye Jiuxiao wanted him to enter the arena!

"Brother Yan, your disciple seems to be not doing so well. Better go down and heal his injuries first."

The Dachanglao said calmly.

"Lu Feng, how do you feel? Why don't you take an antidote pill?"

Yan Qingxuan hurriedly shouted.

He had prepared many methods for Lu Feng.

Besides the anti-poison jade pendant, there was also a universal antidote pill that could suppress most deadly poisons.

Lu Feng hurriedly took out a pill bottle, pouring it into his mouth while looking at Fang Yi in panic, fearing that Fang Yi would launch a sneak attack.

As a result, Fang Yi stood there with a pure face, not moving at all.

"He didn't launch a sneak attack?"

Lu Feng's mind wavered, and just as he was about to secretly breathe a sigh of relief, his expression suddenly changed, and he let out a scream, spraying a mist of blood directly.

This time the blood mist sprayed even more fiercely.

It was just like a fountain, wave after wave, just spraying outward.

At the same time, he felt his internal organs, soul, and spirit all in stinging pain.

This was a pain from the inside out, as if being refined in a corpse-refining process, making him almost unable to bear it.

"Ah!"

Lu Feng screamed, tilted his head and fell, hitting the ground with a bang, his body twitching, completely losing consciousness.

Blood was coming out of his seven orifices and crotch...

The whole person was almost unrecognizable.

"Senior Brother Lu, I told you long ago to go down and heal your injuries, but you insisted on not listening."

Fang Yi said helplessly.

"Lu Feng!"

Yan Qingxuan's expression changed suddenly, and he hurriedly appeared in front of Lu Feng, about to grab him to heal his injuries.

"Don't touch him."

Fang Yi spoke.

Hiss!

Yan Qingxuan's movements were too fast, and his palm still touched him. The next moment, his entire palm turned black rapidly, as if stained with ink, causing his expression to change.

"Break!"

With a low shout, white light bloomed on his palms and fingers, forcing this layer of blackness out rapidly, and he grabbed Lu Feng to treat him.

"Good method! Good toxin!"

Yan Qingxuan shouted, turning to look at Fang Yi, cold light shooting from his eyes.

Fang Yi was shocked, subconsciously stepping backward.

"Brother Yan, you wouldn't take a sparring match between juniors seriously, would you?"

The Dachanglao's voice was calm, stepping out, suddenly blocking in front of Fang Yi to prevent the opponent from launching a sneak attack, saying calmly: "Didn't you say you wanted to instruct us with the techniques on the stone tablet? This is just the beginning. I wonder who is the next person to enter the arena? My Poison Sect studies evil paths, and naturally uses evil paths. Let us see how powerful the 'Orthodox Path' you realized from this stone tablet really is? If it's powerful, we are also willing to learn your 'Orthodox Path'!"

He returned the opponent's previous words in full.

Didn't you say I was an evil path?

Then I'll just be evil to the end.

Let's see if your Orthodox Path is powerful, or my Evil Path is powerful?

With a simple sentence, the opponent's scheme to disintegrate and shatter the Poison Sect was instantly broken.

Yan Qingxuan's expression changed suddenly, and he was immediately rendered speechless by the Dachanglao.

Originally, he wanted to slap the Poison Sect hard in the face.

But now this scene seemed to be completely reversed!

Even Lu Feng was silently poisoned, so even if the rest of the people entered, could they guarantee they wouldn't be poisoned?

The key was that he didn't see how Fang Yi poisoned him at all!

This guy is playing the pig to eat the tiger!

"Are you afraid? The techniques on the stone tablet don't seem to be that powerful? You act like you are invincible in the world. If you can't even block our poison technique, then why should we study the techniques on the stone tablet?"

Suddenly, a brash voice came from the crowd, ethereal and spreading, making it impossible to distinguish the specific direction.

It was exactly Ye Jiuxiao.

Yan Qingxuan and a group of elders on the Seeking Immortal Path all had their expressions change, scanning the crowd directly.

This remark from the opponent almost tore their conspiracy to shreds.

"Yun Jiang, you go!"

Yan Qingxuan gritted his teeth and shouted.

They were ordered to come and test the Poison Sect, so they couldn't give up halfway; they had to continue testing no matter what.

"Yes, Master!"

A disciple behind him gritted his teeth secretly and walked out directly, his heart vigilant to the extreme. Ever since Lu Feng was poisoned, he had been circulating the Avoid Poison Decision, and at the same time, he had activated all the anti-poison items on his body, his whole person as if shrouded in a layer of invisible holy light.

"Senior brother, please!"

Jiang Yun cupped his hands, unwilling to give Fang Yi a chance to go down. As soon as the words fell, he immediately rushed toward Fang Yi at high speed, with a whoosh, his movement technique unfolded.

But he didn't expect that just as he rushed out, his expression suddenly changed, feeling severe pain all over his body, letting out a scream, spraying blood wildly, and his body fell to the ground on the spot, rolling violently on the ground.

His entire face turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, his skin ulcerated, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he was in extreme pain.

Wow!

There was another sound of shock from outside the arena.

Poisoned again?

How was this done again?

They still couldn't see how Fang Yi poisoned him. Even if there was poison in the air, they should have smelled it.

"Senior brother, you had better go down and heal your injuries."

Fang Yi said honestly.

"Jiang Yun!"

Yan Qingxuan's expression changed again, his body swayed, and he hurriedly appeared in front of Jiang Yun again, quickly checking Jiang Yun's body, but it was the same as just now.

As soon as his palm touched Jiang Yun, a layer of pitch-black substance spread rapidly along his palm toward his arm and body, and a lot of toxins invaded his body again.

"Bastard!"

Yan Qingxuan shouted angrily in his heart, circulating the Avoid Poison Decision, using great magic power to force these deadly poisonous substances out again, and then quickly sealed Jiang Yun's acupoints to treat him.

"Brother Yan, your disciples don't seem to be very good. Is this the method you realized from the stone tablet? If it's just this kind of method, it really disappoints us. The methods of predecessors are not necessarily strong, and the methods of successors are not necessarily weak. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front. My Poison Sect's method is not weaker than any inheritance."

The Dachanglao spoke, saying calmly: "This kind of sparring one by one is too slow. Why not let all your disciples go up? That way you will have a chance to display the stone tablet method."

"That's right, isn't the stone tablet method the orthodox method? In my opinion, that's not necessarily the case."

Elder Hu also suddenly laughed, guessing Fang Yi's identity in his heart, and said: "Better let all your disciples go up together."

Yan Qingxuan and a group of elders on the Seeking Immortal Path all had iron-blue expressions, their hearts surging with waves.

Slapping in the face!

They were being slapped hard in the face!

Originally, they wanted to destroy the Poison Sect's Dao heart, but now they were being slapped in the face by the Poison Sect instead!

They hated this guy named Duan Zhixing to the bone.

But now that they were riding a tiger, what could they do?

The many disciples behind them all felt cold in their hearts and felt panic.

They were truly shocked by Fang Yi's method of poisoning invisibly.

It was too evil.

Several senior brothers went up, couldn't even make a move, and directly vomited blood and screamed, losing their combat power and becoming life-or-death unknown.

The key was that they didn't know how the opponent did it at all.

The more unknown, the more fearful.

They were afraid that Yan Qingxuan would call their names to enter the arena again.

Judging by this trend, even if they went up, it would be useless at all.

"Elder Yan, if you think the stone tablet method is not reliable, then you can also use your own Immortal Dao methods. Honestly, I really want to learn about the Immortal Dao methods."

Fang Yi suddenly spoke.

Whether the stone tablet method was true or false, he was not interested.

Because it was nothing more than a martial arts method.

He was now interested in the Immortal Dao methods, wanting to see if his deadly poison could do anything to them on the front battlefield?

Today was undoubtedly the best opportunity!

"You!"

Yan Qingxuan's brows jumped wildly, his heart filled with hatred.

Good kid!

Starting to provoke back!

Let them use Immortal Dao methods?

Many disciples on the Seeking Immortal Path were also furious.

"How arrogant, Master, I am willing to enter the arena!"

"Yes, I am also willing to enter the arena!"

Everyone shouted angrily.

If they were allowed to use Immortal Dao methods, they wouldn't be afraid at all.

The Dachanglao seemed to see what Fang Yi was thinking, and said calmly: "Brother Yan, since that's the case, let your disciples use the Immortal Dao methods. The stone tablet method can't do anything to us, better use your old profession."

"Good, good, good, Dachanglao, since you say so, if I don't obey, it would seem that I don't know what's good for me."

Yan Qingxuan laughed angrily, and said: "Wang Yuan, you go up! Remember, show no mercy!"

He gritted his teeth hard on the last few words, hinting that Wang Yuan should kill him.

"Yes, Master!"

Wang Yuan's heart was cold, and he nodded lightly.

As soon as he came up, he slapped more than a dozen talismans on his body.

Avoid Poison Talisman, Golden Light Talisman, Exorcism Talisman, Purification Talisman, as if they didn't cost money.

After slapping them on, he sacrificed a small golden bell, hanging it above his head, and strands of light emanated from the small bell, firmly shrouding him, forming a stronger defense.

After doing all this, he walked out step by step with a gloomy expression. With a flip of his right hand, a small purple sword appeared, flashing with gloomy light, containing Immortal Dao luck, sharp and unparalleled, with a surging aura.

"Senior brother, please enlighten me!"

Wang Yuan's voice was cold, and the small purple sword beside him flew out in an instant, fast to the extreme.

Boom!

Like a purple lightning bolt.

The terrifying power made the Poison Sect crowd outside the arena jump, their hearts instantly rising to their throats.

Even many elders changed their expressions.

Fang Yi's eyes tightened, concentrating fully. The moment the purple flying sword rushed over, he flicked his finger, and a drop of deadly poison compressed to the extreme flew out in an instant.

Pfft!

Clang!

The deadly poison hit the flying sword on the spot like a hidden weapon, immediately causing the flying sword's light to flicker, as if it had encountered a terrifying heavy object, becoming shaky on the spot, losing all its light.

At the same time, Wang Yuan behind spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale in an instant.

He was shocked in his heart and hurriedly recalled the flying sword.

Seeing the originally purple-glowing flying sword, it was as if it had been polluted, the lower half of the sword body directly turned pitch-black like ink, and its power was greatly damaged.

You must know that their weapons are all connected to their own heart's blood.

Every single one was refined with countless heart's blood.

As a result, such a life-bound treasure was directly polluted, making him both shocked and angry, while also feeling severe pain coming from his body.

"Can his deadly poison backfire on the host through the flying sword?"

Wang Yuan was horrified.

"Wang Yuan, what are you doing? Why don't you settle the outcome with one strike!"

Yan Qingxuan's voice was low, and he shouted.

Wang Yuan gritted his teeth, put away the flying sword, and suddenly shouted angrily, pointing at the golden bell above his head. The golden bell grew in the wind, golden and bright, with terrifying light and unparalleled power, directly crossing the sky, like a vast golden cloud, pressing down on Fang Yi's side overwhelmingly.

He wanted to trap Fang Yi and shake him to death alive.

However, Fang Yi unfolded his movement technique, Poison Shadow Misty, dodging quickly, while compressing the deadly poison, flicking his fingers continuously toward the high sky.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

Drops of deadly poison hit the golden bell continuously, shaking the golden bell with a buzzing sound, and the surface area was turning black rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In almost the blink of an eye, half the area of the golden bell had turned completely black.

Pfft!

"Ah!"

Wang Yuan suddenly spat out blood and screamed, encountering a violent backlash.

The life-bound magic treasure was polluted continuously, making him finally unable to bear it.

The golden bell was polluted by the deadly poison, its light restrained, shaky, and suddenly it shrank rapidly, falling from the high sky.

"Senior brother, are you still unwilling to admit defeat?"

Fang Yi's expression was calm, walking forward, looking at Wang Yuan, who was deathly pale and covered in talisman paper.

"You... you..."

Wang Yuan revealed horror, looking at Fang Yi.

What kind of poison is this?

Even his magic treasure can be polluted?

This is simply evil.

Pfft!

Bang!

Fang Yi flicked his finger, and another drop of deadly poison compressed to the extreme flew out, landing on Wang Yuan's body in an instant. The many talisman papers on his body encountered the deadly poison invasion, unable to bear it, and immediately became flickering, flashing violently.

Fang Yi continued to flick his fingers continuously.

Pfft, pfft, pfft...

Four consecutive drops of deadly poisonous substances flew out.

Finally, the dozen or so talisman papers on Wang Yuan's body could no longer bear it, all turning black in an instant, and then suddenly exploded.

Wang Yuan revealed a look of horror and hurriedly shouted: "I admit defeat!"

(End of chapter)