After eating a mouthful of big cake, Chen Ming looked coldly at the woman in front of him, his face was quite calm, but he could not hide the feeling of weakness.

A strong feeling of weakness surged through his body, making Chen Ming frown secretly, which was somewhat unexpected.

The effect of this loose wind was beyond his imagination.

He has already returned to the source. When it comes to resistance to drugs, he is far better than the acquired warriors around him. Ordinary poisons are fine even if he drinks them as water, but he still cannot completely resist this Songfeng San.

However, although it cannot be completely resisted, it is not a big problem.

These Tianmen disciples have misjudged Chen Ming's strength. A mere half a pound of Songfeng San is not enough, but ten or eight pounds is just so-so. Maybe it can have a little more effect.

But no matter what, I have overcome this hurdle.

In the cell, Chen Ming's face was pale and bloodless, and his body was hanging down weakly. He looked even more exaggerated than the other warriors around him. Only his eyes were still bright, and the will in them was not weak, even at the last moment.

do not give up.

Not to mention anything else about his appearance, even the other warriors looking around couldn't help but praise and admire him a little.

A warrior who has returned to his origins plays the role with all his heart, and his acting skills can be said to be excellent.

The woman in front of him left with satisfaction, and the surrounding area quickly calmed down.

Chen Ming closed his eyes, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and quietly recuperated his body.

The blood in the body gradually rose, and wisps of faint divine power emerged quietly, quietly evaporating the power of Songfeng San.

This change is internal, but to the outside world, he still looks the same as before, looking extremely weak and distressing.

Soon, it was night time.

"Brother Chang'an, are you... okay?"
Chapter completed!