Ghost King’s Medical Consort

After a while, several pill masters hurriedly arrived at the Hall of Prayer for the Moon, and as soon as they saw Xing Zipeng, they asked: "Young Master Xing, are you looking for some of us to discuss something?"

"I have a strange poison, see if you can find out what kind of poison it is, and whether you can prepare an antidote." Xing Zipeng said with a gloomy face, and stretched out his hand.

One of the six pill medicine masters stepped forward, with a hint of arrogance on his old face, "Let me come, the world can't hardly beat me to Yang San's poison."

"Yang San, the poison on the young master's body must be extraordinary, otherwise it's impossible to find out with the young master's strength. You should observe carefully." An old man with gray hair and a handsome face said.

Yang San snorted coldly when he heard the words, and the turbid and small eyes flashed with dissatisfaction: "Yu Pengqing, you don't need to say this. I will naturally treat the young master with my heart. The young master belongs to our Xingyue Sect. Hope is the future sovereign."

Yu Pengqing shook his head, did not speak any more, but let the other four pill master elders who were with him stand silent.

The contradiction between Yang San and Yu Pengqing is not a day or two, I am afraid that it is not easy to resolve. Once encountered an opportunity to compete, Yang San will immediately show its strongness. The fighting spirit.

Yang San walked to the table and sat down, **** Xing Zipeng's pulse, his relaxed brows gradually wrinkled, his eyes showed solemnity, and the change in his expression made Xing Zipeng's face gradually. It became difficult to look, and he asked in a deep voice: "Elder Yang, what's wrong?"

"I'll take a closer look." Yang San frowned.

The air instantly quieted down, and the faces of the other four pill pharmacists also became a little dignified, and they were still a little curious. What kind of poison was the young master, so that Yang San would not be able to see it for a while! Yang San's alchemy technique is not low. At the level of the 11th-rank alchemy emperor, he can become an alchemy **** within one step, and Yang San is also quite accomplished in poisoning techniques. At this moment, even he has been stumped!

It can be seen that things are a bit tricky!

After a while, Yang San released his hand, his expression still cold, and a trace of decadence and depression in his low voice, "Young Master, this poison is very weird, a bit like poison, and a little bit unlike poison, I haven't for a while. Figure out what poison this is..."

He was still looking like he was invincible just now, and he didn't put the poison in his eyes at all, but now he was beaten in the face by Chi Guoguo, which made him very depressed.

"You don't even know what the poison is?" Hearing this, Xing Zipeng spoke a little irritably, his eyes filled with unwillingness, is this poison really insoluble in the world? He knew Yang San’s alchemy. In Xingyue Sect, there were two departments: Wutang and Dange. The Dange was managed by Yang San and Yu Pengqing. Most of Xingyue Sect’s high-level pill It was refined by the two of them, or some intractable diseases, as long as Yang San and Yu Pengqing came forward, there was almost nothing that could not be solved.

Now it is Yang San who doesn't know what poison it is!

Xing Zipeng glanced at the opposite Yu Pengqing and said, "Elder Yu, come and show me."

"Yes, Young Master." Yu Pengqing nodded respectfully and stepped forward to get Xing Zipeng's pulse.

After a while, his face was the same as before Yang San, and he was screwed together tightly. After a while, Yu Pengqing also released his hand, shook his head, and said truthfully: "This poison is very strange, and I am also number one. I saw this strange poison this time, and someone who can refine this kind of poison must not be low in strength."

The other four people also stepped forward to diagnose and treat Xing Zipeng one after another, and they all said the same as Yang San and Yu Pengqing.

"Damn bitch!"

The fierce light in Xing Zipeng's eyes surged, and after he got rid of the poison, he must ravage her fiercely, and then **** up her essence, slowly torturing her to death!

"Young Master, didn't you just come back yesterday? How come you were poisoned? Who have you had contact with before?" Yang San asked.

"Young Master Ben mainly knows who poisoned him, and I need to find you?" Xing Zipeng was furious, and suddenly yelled at Yang San, if he let them know that he was poisoned by a woman because of his female sex. Poison, even being threatened, has no way to resist, so where does his face go? How can there be any face in this Xingyue Sect to stay?

Therefore, Xing Zipeng did not tell the truth to them.

Yang San's face suddenly became difficult to look, Xing Zipeng dared to scold him in front of so many people! No matter what, he is the Eleventh Grade Pill Emperor! Since he made alchemy, no one has ever dared to criticize him like this, not to give him face, besides, he is still a junior! What if Xing Zipeng is the young master of Xingyue Sect? In his eyes, it was just a little furry boy!

Even if the Sect Master saw him, he still had to give a face! What is his Xing Zipeng?

Seeing Yang San wasn't happy anymore, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became serious and depressing.

"Young Master, this poison is really weird, you give us two days, let us study it, maybe we can work out the antidote." Yu Pengqing immediately came out to round the scene.

"Okay, then I'll give you two days." Xing Zipeng waved his hand impatiently, and even Yu Pengqing's face sank at this moment. Xing Zipeng really took himself too seriously!

In the blink of an eye, two days passed. Xing Zipeng once again summoned six pill masters such as Yang San and Yu Pengqing. However, in these two days, they had not even analyzed what kind of poison it was, let alone detoxify. .

"Trash! A bunch of trash! What does Xingyue Sect want you to do? After raising you for so many years, this poison can't be solved!" Xing Zipeng was completely furious, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were cold.

"Since we are waste, please Young Master will not look for us in the future! We can't do this poison, you should ask Gaoming!" Yang San was not happy anymore, he did not know how to refine the Xingyue Sect these years How many elixirs, how many people have been saved, and now he is scolded for being useless because he couldn't detoxify him, so disrespectful of him, what a shame!

Even the suzerain dare not say that to them!

Yang San flicked his sleeves angrily and left.

"Young Master, if you want to get rid of this poison, I'm afraid you have to find the person who poisoned it." Yu Pengqing kindly persuaded him, and then left. The other four would not be boring. Looking for curses here, they turned around and left one after another, which made Xing Zipeng even more annoyed.

"A bunch of waste!" Xing Zipeng was so angry that his chest was ups and downs. He hadn't rested at all in these two days. He was simply having trouble sleeping and eating. When he closed his eyes, he was worried that the poison would burst suddenly. Never been so worried!

I'm really mad at him!

This kind of life being held in the hands of others is too uncomfortable!