He was a little regretful. It was the first time he had seen a genius who had been able to last for so long. He had to use poison and had no successors in his ability! How good it would be if he hadn't eaten these holy fruits. He was indeed a good seedling. If he had inherited my mantle... Alas! What a good seedling!

When the old man with purple hair came to his senses, he found that all the fruits of the pot were gone. He couldn't help but feel surprised and looked at Zhao Ganyu in surprise.

"Huh? Why are you still eating?"

Zhao Ganyu felt that he might not have noticed it for a while and had eaten too much. If the old man with purple hair had not turned around, he might have to eat the last holy fruit.

"Ouch!" Zhao Ganyu rolled on the grass with his stomach covering his stomach, "Old uncle, I shouldn't have eaten so much! Ouch!"

The old man with purple hair was stunned at first when he heard the sound, and then laughed out loud.

"Oh, my stomach hurts!" Zhao Ganyu felt so comfortable that he couldn't feel comfortable anymore. This feeling was like the feeling of the little monkey eating fruits yesterday. Zhao Ganyu thought to himself, was it because the fruits on Guroni Island only depend on quantity but not on quality? I ate so much today, just like yesterday. This wave is not a loss, it feels so comfortable!

"What's going on? Why is it because of stomachache? There are countless people who poisoned people in our company. This is the first time I saw someone saying that I had a stomachache after eating the Holy Fruit..." The old man with purple hair looked at Zhao Ganyu rolling on the ground. His old eyes couldn't help but become sharp, with a little suspicious.

"Ouch! My legs are cramped..." Zhao Ganyu saw that the purple-haired old man's suspicious expression became deeper and deeper, and couldn't help but continue to speak: "No, really can't do it! Ouch! My hands also cramped! I want to die! Old uncle, I want to die!"

The old man with purple hair was silent, and his eyes looked at Zhao Ganyu became increasingly unkind.

Did he find out? No, I performed so seriously, and it didn't seem like I was pretending to be a fake, he...

Just as Zhao Ganyu kept rolling on the ground, it seemed that he was really unable to survive or die.

"So that's it! Haha! So that's it!" A sudden joy appeared in the eyes of the old man with purple hair. As the poison god, Si Wanjue has studied countless poisons in his life, and poison is also the thing he is most interested in in his life.

He is old and has studied it thoroughly. Now he understands all the poisons in the world, but there are many kinds of poisons on the Guroni Island that he has not been able to untie, and this has become a disease in his heart.

In this life, people will not bring it with them, and in death, they will not bring it with them. Some people live a particularly interesting life, and Si Wanjue is such a person who has been studying toxins throughout their lives.

Zhao Ganyu's current situation made Si Wanjue very happy, very happy and very excited.

Just like a pervert who meets a woman and Zihao who meets a delicious food, this is his pursuit and the realm he has always wanted to find.

"Haha! It seems that there is a new poison again!" Si Wanjue didn't know what kind of wind suddenly blew. He waved his sleeves, his clothes roared, and his feet ran wildly, as if he was roaring like a madman.

"Hahahaha! Found! Found!"

Si Wanjue jumped from this abyss.

"Is this old man crazy?" Zhao Ganyu looked strange. When he saw the old man with purple hair jumping down from the cliff, he felt a little disappointed. Although he breathed a sigh of relief, he always felt uncomfortable.

Zhao Ganyu just looked down from a high place. There were cliffs on all sides, only a simple wooden house and a pool of water. He felt a little lonely in his heart.

Thoughtful, although the old man with purple hair wanted to kill him, his heart was not completely broken. When he was about to eat, he obviously saw the old man trying to stop him and tell the truth. He also recalled the old man with purple hair turned his head with a look of unbearable expression when he saw him eating, and looked at the deep abyss. He couldn't help but feel sad, with a strong sense of sadness on his face.

"Old Man Bai Xun, hey? No! He should not be as old as Bai Xun, right?" Zhao Ganyu couldn't help but think about the age of the old man Zihai, but recalling that the old man Zihai's hands and face were mottled wrinkles on his hands and face, he really looked like a centenarian. Anyone who saw it would think so.

Alas! Why do you jump down? You always jump down, at least you will take me down first! How can I go down?

Zhao Ganyu was sad from his heart. He looked down at the bottom and couldn't help but feel sad and despair. He shook his head and sighed.

"Uncle, life is still empty in the end..."

Zhao Ganyu looked back at the dilapidated wooden house and couldn't help but lose his mind: "The old man is lonely and pitiful... Alas... I will find your body when I have the chance, bury you well, and erect a tombstone..."

"Hahaha! Boy! You don't have the chance to erect a tombstone for me!"

The purple-haired old man kept pedaling under his feet, as if his legs had raised their wings, and then he walked straight up in the air...

"Ouch! My stomach hurts! My whole body hurts!" Zhao Ganyu rolled around on the grass again.

"Old uncle..."

When Zhao Ganyu saw the old man with a purple hair carrying a basin in one hand and walked up from below, he was shocked. Then he thought of something and quickly rolled to the grass on the side.

"Ouch! Stomach hurts... all over the body is cramped..." Lin Xiatao wailed in pain. Seeing the pain that was so painful that he was really like a person who was about to die.

When the old man with purple hair saw Zhao Ganyu's appearance, he was speechless and sat cross-legged on the rock beside Zhao Ganyu.

"No! It hurts so much..." Zhao Ganyu felt that the acting was not realistic enough, so he fell even harder after he threw his legs.

He had thought about escaping and resisting, but what's the point?

Escape, can you escape? Escape down?

How high is Wuwang Mountain? It is actually not high, about a few hundred meters high...

Although it is not high, it is definitely a natural barrier, because the mountain is surrounded by vertical cliffs and steep, so you can't climb up.

Moreover, the cliffs are shrouded in a mist all year round, and the stone walls are smooth and wet. If you accidentally fall, you may not even fall into bones. Before the bones fall, they may have fallen into powder.

Resist?

He also thought about resisting.

But……

Isn't this the same level at all? Or the realm of the two of them is simply one in heaven and one in the underground.

Zhao Ganyu also used logic to reason about the strength of this purple-haired old man.

He could not beat He Mingjie, He Mingjie could not beat Lu Feng, Lu Feng was not the opponent of the Saint, and the five Saints could only compete with the old man.

Judging from his ability to climb this steep, he has completely lost his understanding of the world. How can he fight? His jumping speed is faster than sound, his running speed is faster than the speed of light, and his strength is not enough to cover it. He can throw Zhao Ganyu away with one hand...
Chapter completed!