Five Immortals Gate

Even Duan Weiran shook his head slightly. The gap between Li Yan and the other party was too big. He sighed that Li Yan was ignorant of the world. Young people can't bear the slightest loss. What's the use of just arguing with each other? It only shows that they lack experience. Such a lesson is to pay with life.

He is the only one who can stop the Sun monk here, but Duan Weiran has no intention of taking action.

He has seen too many such things. He has no intention of helping the weak. Of course, there may be one person who can stop it here, that is the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

"This person is no good. Why did he waste time talking to the other party just now? If he intends to fight, he should take the initiative to attack and use his strongest strength. That way, he may have a miraculous effect on the enemy. It's useless to just talk big. He won't have a chance to escape the next moment. Young Master has made a mistake this time. This person may have some extraordinary skills, but his experience in fighting enemies is extremely poor."

Bro's eyes were full of contempt. He didn't know why his young master said that this person was powerful. He thought that this person had hidden his strength like himself, but he couldn't break through the spiritual power cage set up by the enemy. It was obvious that his realm and cultivation could not match the fairy art that was easily set up by others.

Although Li Yan didn't take a complete step, he still made the Sun monk's claws that were originally aimed at his neck miss after half a step, and the other five fingers that were aimed at his head, because the two bodies were staggered, one claw grabbed Li Yan's shoulder. As the saying goes, a slight difference can lead to a thousand miles of error. The Sun monk didn't twist Li Yan's head off at once.

But what did this mean to the monk surnamed Sun? In fact, he had already captured Li Yan. He laughed strangely, and the five fingers holding Li Yan suddenly retracted their strength and curled inwards. The other hand was raised again quickly. Two evil-faced ghosts emerged from his arms. They looked up to the sky and let out a long howl. Their ghost faces were ugly and ferocious, and their eyes were shining with excitement.

At the same time when the two evil-faced ghosts emerged from the arms of the monk surnamed Sun, there was another loud shout, which shook the sky and instantly overwhelmed the roar of the evil-faced ghosts. It was more powerful, but the tone was terrified.

Everyone felt that this sound was a bit wrong. Then the figure of the monk surnamed Sun was suspended in the air, and he quickly retreated to the back with a loud shout.

All this happened too suddenly. From the attack of the monk surnamed Sun to his sudden retreat, it took less than a breath. People with low cultivation only saw a flash before their eyes, and something happened.

When cultivators fight after reaching the foundation-building stage, life and death often depend on a split second. Moreover, Li Yan and the cultivator surnamed Sun were originally very close to each other, and the attacks of both sides were even more swift and unpredictable.

While everyone was still standing there in a daze, the prison that originally trapped Li Yan collapsed instantly, and then Li Yan turned his face expressionlessly, and he coldly

looked at the cultivator surnamed Sun who was retreating violently, his face was still as calm as water, and there was no joy or anger at all.

On the other side, the cultivator surnamed Sun also stopped after shooting back dozens of feet. At this moment, he was holding his right hand with his left hand, and his face was twisting and deforming back and forth in the excruciating pain.

His right hand was gone at this moment, or to be more precise, the five fingers of his right hand had disappeared. What was chilling and weird was that there was still silver liquid melting and dripping from the five broken fingers.

In less than half a breath, the palm of the cultivator surnamed Sun, which originally had a small half finger, had melted to the root of the finger, and more silver liquid was dripping, causing his palm to shrink rapidly at an alarming speed.

Seeing this, the monk surnamed Sun no longer cared about the pain. He slapped his storage bag with his left hand, and dozens of bottles and jars flew out. He desperately used his spiritual power to burst the bottle caps, and then picked up a jade bottle and poured it all over his broken palm.

Li Yan in the distance did not chase him. He just looked at all this coldly, and his figure standing in the air was like a pavilion or a mountain.

"Poison cultivator!" People's speech speed is never as fast as their thoughts. Everyone immediately thought of two words from the bottom of their hearts.

In a short period of time, the monk surnamed Sun had poured out dozens of bottles and jars, but his palm had disappeared. Because there were more bones and flesh from fingers to arms, the silver liquid became more and more. The monk surnamed Sun only poured medicine for a short time, and only the wrist to the arm was left on his right hand. However, he used all the antidotes he brought with him, but it didn't work at all.

You should know that his antidotes are not ordinary goods. They are all extremely precious antidotes. I dare not say that they can cure all poisons, but the poisons that ordinary foundation-building poison cultivators can use are basically easily cured.

There was silence all around, as quiet as death. Only the sound of water from the palace gate that was still slowly floating out of the lake still broke the silence here. No one spoke, but the eyes looking at Li Yan became solemn.

The monk surnamed Sun was sweating profusely in pain. His black robe had long been pulled out of the water. His teeth were clattering, but he did not cry out in pain. Seeing that all the healing medicines he took out had no effect at all, he was shocked and angry, and then an inexplicable fear came to his heart. His face changed several times, as if he was making some kind of decision.

Suddenly, Li Yan, who had been motionless, took a step towards the monk surnamed Sun with an expressionless face, and a cold voice resounded through the sky, "You can't cure my poison, even if a Jindan monk comes, he can't cure it!"

Li Yan's words made other monks present feel that this person was blowing nonsense and that Li Yan was probably trying to scare the other party. However, they all also had extraordinary eyesight. Although they had more or less come into contact with some poisonous cultivators, they This was the first time they had seen the viciousness and viciousness of the poison in front of them, so although they felt that Li Yan was bragging, they also agreed that the poison was powerful.

In fact, Li Yan didn't say that his poison was the Nascent Soul cultivator, and there might not be anything he could do about it, but he didn't dare to say such big words casually.

Just as Li Yan took a step forward, the monk surnamed Sun also made a decision. He raised his head sharply and stared at Li Yan fiercely. Then his feet glowed with light, and his body quickly retreated towards the distance again. At the same time, with his left hand, He made a cut on his right forearm, and a small section of his arm, with a broken bone in his white gauze, fell from the air toward the lake with silver light.

"Poison Cultivator, you are actually a Poison Cultivator, just wait for me, this matter is not over yet, we will meet each other in the future!" An unwilling voice came from the air, this person was ruthless and determined, and he could not detoxify at first sight. Just cut off a section of his arm from the elbow down, and then leave quickly.

Li Yan stopped and did not react at all to the words echoing in the air. Instead, he turned his head and glanced at the remaining eleven people standing above the center of the lake, then turned his gaze to the lake.

The two of them fought too quickly, and the result was beyond everyone's expectations. When the monk surnamed Sun left, many people had not yet reacted. Many people still didn't believe it, "Is this the end? That was a fake alchemy monk." Ah, how could he be defeated so easily in just one encounter?"

Until this moment, they looked at Li Yan with complicated eyes. "Poison Cultivators" were a group of monks they were least willing to provoke. They might not be strong in combat, or might not have a great reputation, but they often just like to kill people invisibly. , it can even be said that just by strolling in the courtyard, a powerful poisonous cultivator can even destroy a million troops with a single move of his hands.

Everyone here knows how to apply poison, but no one knows how Li Yan applied poison just now. Li Yan does not have any behavior that a poisoner should have, at least it is as easy as a poison cultivator in the foundation building stage cannot do. The style, and the poisonous domineering at the end, made them frightened. Melting the body of a fake elixir monk was as simple as the scorching sun melting a pile of snow.

Although the body of the fake elixir monk cannot be said to be very hard, it still has to be compared with someone. Compared with ordinary people, no matter where you stand, no matter how much you chop it with a knife or an ax, it will not hurt even a hair. Under the full attack of the Lingbao magic weapon, the spell had no effect on the fake elixir monk. It was as hard as fine iron, but under Li Yan's poison, it was as easy as melting a pile of snow.

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r\u003e  "You made me miss your little friendly tricks, but you have to be careful. That person is the eldest disciple of the owner of 'Ghost Diao Villa'. His name is Sun Jiuhe, and he is also called by his colleagues.' "Ghost Eagle Black Lotus', he didn't use the strongest killer this time, but it doesn't mean that his strength is like this."

Li Yan didn't care about the strange looks directed at him from all around, especially the book boy carrying a bamboo basket. He looked at Li Yan several times from head to toe at one glance and then at the other in disbelief. Li Yan felt Seeing the other party's unscrupulous gaze, he frowned and was about to ask. Although he didn't want to offend the frightening scholar in blue, he also didn't want to be looked at like this.

At this moment, an old voice rang in his ear, someone was transmitting a message to him.

Li Yan looked around with his eyes. Although Duan Weiran on the other side did not look at him, he still lowered his head and looked at the lake, but Li Yan knew that it was this person who had sent the message.

"Ghost Eagle Black Lotus?" Li Yan thought for a moment and asked via voice transmission.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Duan, for reminding me. I only have some small skills. They can only be used for self-protection. I just succeeded by luck. Could it be that Sun Jiuhe's most powerful magic weapon or magic is related to that black lotus?"

Duan Weiran still didn't look at Li Yan, but the old voice sounded in Li Yan's mind again, "Little trick? Hahaha, I'm so humble. Duan has seen dozens of poisonous cultivators instead of hundreds in more than a hundred years." Yes, but I have never seen the poisoning technique or the overbearingness of the poison. Is this the realm where the poisonous cultivator said that the poisonous shadow is blurred and the poison is invisible?

As for the luck you mentioned, it is indeed a bit of a fluke. If the other party knows that you are a poisonous cultivator, it may not be so simple for you to defeat him. Sun Jiuhe's famous magic weapon is a black lotus, which was obtained by his master. That is, it was refined by Liu Chongfeng, the owner of the 'Ghost Carving Villa'. This magic weapon contains a second-level peak evil-faced ghost carving as a tool spirit. It is a wind attribute monster. You can understand what I say. "

Li Yan listened to Duan Weiran's words at first. Although his face was still expressionless, he didn't agree with it in his heart. "The poisonous shadow disappears, and the poison emerges without a shadow." This is something that is very difficult for other poisonous cultivators to achieve through cultivation. A state that may not be reached in a lifetime.

Li Yan himself has truly reached the point where poison and body have become one, and all kinds of poisons have been completely integrated into his essence, blood, flesh and blood. Therefore, his method of applying poison definitely does not require pinching or using clever and quick techniques. By concealing the poisoning process, any kind of poison in the fragmented poison body can be released as long as the mind turns.

But when he heard the second half of Duan Wei's words, Li Yan was still shocked.