The steel needles in the sky were poisoned, and they were shining with a cold luster. No one expected that this tall and thin man was actually a famous hidden weapon master in Jiang'an City. He was famous for his light-powered hidden weapons. Unfortunately, both of them were not afraid of his hidden weapons, nor were they afraid of his poison.

Zuo Meng drew out the long sword, and the fast sword was like light, forming a sword curtain, slashing all the steel needles that came.

On the other hand, the Poison King was even more straightforward. He stood there and didn't move for a moment. All the steel needles shot on him were melted before they touched his skin. I didn't know how to match the poison on this old poison, which was completely beyond common sense.

The tall and thin person exploded for dozens of rounds in a row, and it was not until all the hidden weapons were used up.

Looking at the unscathed Zuo Meng and the Poison King, as well as the steel needles scattered on the ground, the tall and thin man showed a desperate look.

"How could there be masters of your level? Why don't you go to the sect recommendations and come to compete for opportunities with small people like me!!"

"You're talking too much."

The poison king walked over without looking at the tall and thin person, or even without movement. The tall and thin person who was still talking suddenly pinched his throat, staring at the boss, and a "high" sound came from his throat. In just a moment, his face turned black and purple, and bloodshots flowed out of his eyes and nostrils.

He was so thin.

Even the Poison King didn't know when the poison king would be poisoned. Perhaps in the eyes of the Poison King, the tall and thin person was not considered an enemy from beginning to end, but could only be considered an ant, and could be killed by trampling it at will.

"You're the only one left."

"Calculate the time, the poison should have occurred."

The Poison King glanced at the only one who was still standing. It was the first time he saw the person who had penetrated in the middle, but it didn't matter. His poison was colorless and smellless. As long as he stood, he had already poisoned it. It was like the tall and thin man just now, but he died just because he smelled the breath of his body.

"I probably passed the test this time."

The Poison King didn't look at Zuo Meng anymore. In his eyes, this person was already dead.

He raised his head and looked at the open space next to him, as if he was talking to someone.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed.

Puchi!

A sword to seal the throat!

The Poison King grabbed his throat with his left hand, but he couldn't block the blood sprayed outside.

Am I dead?

With a "bang", the body fell down and the Death Poison King did not close his eyes. There was still a trace of doubt in his eyes. Why isn't this person afraid of his poison?

Zuo Meng, who had modified the poison resistance, slowly walked out of the poisonous fog, shook the sword in his hand, and brought up a string of blood beads.

"Who gave you confidence?"

In fact, the Poison King's martial arts are not bad. At least Zuo Meng, who has only 20 years of internal strength, may not be his opponent, but the Poison King is too confident. He believes in his poison too much, so he doesn't even look at Zuo Meng more, so Zuo Meng killed him without even the process of resisting, which is a bit relaxed and a bit like a joke.

Slap sex!

"Wonderful."

A man in a brocade robe walked out of the shadow, and two people were following behind him, one of whom was the evil man who had been on the boat before, and the other was a woman with a frosty face.

"Can you tell me how you avoided this guy's poisonous fog?"

"Stu Nan?"

Zuo Meng did not answer his question, but asked back. He felt a person hiding beside him early in the morning. Not only him, but also the previous poison king also sensed it, otherwise he would not have spoken to the air.

"Rareless! I won't kneel down when I see the Lord."

Master?

Zuo Meng's heart thumped. When he looked at the man in brocade robe again, he found that he could not see the other party's strength clearly. With a thought, the Eye of Luck appeared. In an instant, Zuo Meng was shocked by the scene in front of him. Under the Eye of Luck, Zuo Meng seemed to see a rising sun. The endless luck surrounded the man in brocade robe like a scorching sun, as if this person was the protagonist of the world.

In comparison, the luck of master Zuo Hansheng and junior sister Zuo Qiu are somewhat indestructible.

With such luck, Zuo Meng could not guess the identity of a person. Who respects Situ Nan, the third disciple of the old man Heifeng, is just a rumor. Maybe the so-called third disciple Situ Nan does not exist. This "choose one in a thousand" was set by the human respects Heifeng. It is still unclear what the purpose is. It is definitely a blind propaganda to have fun. The news dealers like gopher can't be kept by this old guy.

"Human respect?"

Zuo Meng's voice was a little dry.

He had guessed before, but now he was sure that the so-called three masters were definitely not martial arts, otherwise he would never be unable to see his strength. When he was in Heifengzhai, the elder in the blue shirt was very strong, and he could see his internal strength for a hundred centuries, but the person in front of him could not see the depth at all.

Higher level of power!

Ordinary people can't guess or understand, but who is Zuo Meng? The world has been created, and civilization has gone through two, and you can guess the rough one at a glance.

"Don't be so reserved."

The man in brocade robe did not deny his identity.

"Can you tell me how you avoid the last poisonous fog? In fact, my disciple this time was originally a rude, but I didn't expect you to give me a surprise."

Zhu should be the name of the Poison King, and judging from the words of the Black Wind, this "choose one in a thousand" should be his method of choosing disciples. The test that the Poison King mentioned before his death should be the final test of accepting disciples. But he didn't expect it to be disturbed by Zuo Meng. No wonder the Poison King never looked at Zuo Meng and others in the beginning. Perhaps in the eyes of the Poison King, Zuo Meng and others were just tools for exams, but the Poison King himself did not expect that Zuo Meng, the cheating dog, was included in the tools.

"I am born with a special constitution and are not afraid of poisons. So far, I have not found any poisons that can hurt me."

Since he met Renzun himself, Zuo Meng's plan to sneak into the Black Wind Castle to do a big deal will be re-formed. Moreover, with the current perception of the strength of the Black Wind Venerable, the plan to steal martial arts and steal powder in the Black Wind Castle is undoubtedly the old birthday star who eats arsenic, so he has to change it to a more secure one, such as a teacher, or at least he has a legal identity.

As for the disciples of the Liuhe Sect...

He, Young Master Zuo, is not an ancient man with a rigid mind. Besides, his master Zuo Hansheng also worships other teachers.

"Special constitution?"

The Black Wind nodded.

"Although rare, it's not without it."

He recognized Zuo Meng's answer. With the strength of the Black Wind Venerable, he felt his difference at the first glance. This was also caused by Zuo Meng's change of the law and some parts of his body mutated.
Chapter completed!