Supreme Medicinal God

Lao Daoer didn't see exactly what Lan Linger put, and waited for the tricolor poisonous scorpion to come in front of him, before frightening.

Although Lao Daoer looks old, his movements are extremely sensitive. The long sword dances like a silver wheel. It is impervious to wind, and the sword is light and cold.

Lan Ling'er feared that San Bao'er would be injured by the bronze mirror, and hurriedly blew a whistle.

Sambo couldn't break through the dense sword light, heard the master's whistle, vibrated the transparent wings and returned to Lan Ling'er's shoulder, burrowing into her sleeve.

Seeing Lan Ling'er releasing the three-color poisonous scorpion, the Chongxu Dao on the rostrum was a little dissatisfied, and complained to Ye Feng: "We have an agreement, we can't use poison, and also please Sect Master Ye to observe the agreement.

Ye Feng was tit-for-tat, disdainful: "That's just a third-level beast. How can a beast be called poison? Lan Ling'er must really use poison, and ten bronze mirrors are dead."

Mr. Mo Da looked curious: "What kind of scorpion is this? It's rare to have color. I didn't expect to be able to fly. It's a terrible beast."

Ye Feng explained: "Lan Ling'er is from the Miao Village in the 100,000 mountains, and he is very good at poisonous insects. Although this poisonous scorpion is highly toxic, it is her pet."

"It turned out to be from the Miao Village, no wonder there will be three-color poisonous scorpions as pets, which is not normal."

Du Zhong said with a smile: "Under the gate of the Flower Palace, not only are they all beautiful, but they also possess special skills. Mr. Mo, don't underestimate these girls."

The head of Chongxu Road still emphasized: "Our ancient martial arts master cannot use poison, Sect Master Ye..."

Ye Feng sneered, "You are really a brain problem. I have said that she is useless. The poisoned scorpion is a third-level beast. Master Yue has put only a fourth-level beast in the five elements array. Is Lan Ling'er wrong to bring a third-level beast?"

Mr. Mo Da spoke for Ye Feng: "Ye Sect Master is right, that poisonous scorpion is just a fierce beast, not poisoned, so Lan Ling'er carries a poisonous scorpion, and there is no violation."

Chongxu Daochang was speechless.

After Lan Ling'er withdrew the poison scorpion, he withdrew a wide-blade lancet from his arms. It was used by Li Rouge. A quasi-spirit of the Huahua Palace was made of Wannian cold iron and star pattern steel. As a result, the symbol array was suppressed in the blade body, which was extremely powerful.

Seeing that Lan Ling'er had no weapons, Li Rouge had steel-steel boots and gave the lancet to Lan Linger for her use in the competition.

A little thought poured in, and the lancet exuded a faint blush, like a crystal clear maple leaf.

Lan Ling'er raised the lancet in his hand and chopped it to the bronze mirror.

Although the bronze mirror director is old, his internal force is like a tide, pouring into the whole body, like a bead in the body, the sound of the pit is constant, his body immediately becomes a lot taller, ricket's waist plate, straight, eyes It also brightened up, white hair fluttering against the wind, actually a bit of fairy wind bones.

His movements are faster than those of young people.

The lancet and the long sword of the bronze mirror made a clear symphony of gold and iron from time to time.

The two were like Dao Guanglun crossed together, one was a silver light storm, and the other was a faint red light.

Just when Lan Linger glanced at the opportunity to find the path of the bronze mirror path, he went down with a knife and cut it on the back of the path of copper mirror path, but felt that it was cut on a stone, it was extremely hard, and it also sent out Dumbfounded.

Lan Ling'er was a little surprised: "Right, are you still carrying a turtle shell on your back? As I said earlier, I won't cut that knife and save my feelings."

Tong Jingdao said with a disdainful expression on his face, his hand stretched back towards his waist, and took out a yellow copper plate.

Lan Ling'er sneered: "Are you coming to Huashan for dinner and afraid that there will be no plates and you brought one yourself?"

"Really ignorant child, this is a bronze mirror, it's terrible without culture."

Lan Ling'er was a little surprised: "I said what you call the master of bronze mirrors, that name is really unpleasant, everyone is called Ming Jing, Xuan Jing, you are called bronze mirrors, you originally sold bronze mirrors."

Lao Dao was so angry that he mustard his beard: "Who sells bronze mirrors, I am a weapon, little girl. I don't have any common sense. You can still admit defeat and save me from being injured."

"Yo, I will take what I said and scold me, you are not stupid."

A sneer appeared on the long face of Tong Jingdao, and the bronze mirror shot at Lan Ling'er.

Lan Ling'er only felt a golden light flashing in front of her eyes, and her mind was buzzing, except for her sober thinking, she could not see anything. Not good. This bronze mirror shot people's eyes.

Lan Linger scolded angrily: "Vile, shameless, you cheat."

Bronze mirror said with a sneer: "Don't you ever hear that soldiers are not swindling?"

Lan Ling'er closed his eyes and felt countless vigor, as if the wind and rain were falling in the sky.

Knowing that it was the bronze mirror leader who had attacked, Lan Ling'er was not panicked, and her thoughts were rushing out. Suddenly, everything around him felt very clear.

She waved the lancet in her hand, resisting the long sword from the thorn, and heard the tinkling bells, and the symphony of gold and iron continued.

"It's so mean. It's so shameless to shoot someone's eyes with a mirror."

Lan Ling'er was shot by the bronze mirror used by the bronze mirror director and was temporarily blind. Ye Feng's heart was burning, and he almost rushed to the ring to beat the old mixed hair.

But Lan Ling'er was calm and calm, and still used his mind to sense everything around him, which surprised him quite a bit.

So he pressed his urge to rush to the ring and watched it change.

Lan Ling'er's knife is getting faster and faster. Although she doesn't look with her eyes, she is more agile than her eyes.

Bronze Mirror Road's long face changed, and he didn't understand that Lan Ling'er was so sensitive to the wind debater. He secretly sought opportunities to fight against Lan Ling'er.

Since Lan Ling'er was watching with her ears, she would not let her hear any sound. A cunning sneer appeared on the corner of the long mouth of the bronze mirror. He stood still on the ring, and the long sword pierced slowly, silently.

His strategy was successful, and Lan Ling'er could not see a long sword stabbing silently.

The sharp tip of the sword is still a little bit away from Lan Ling'er's chest. As long as the long sword reaches forward, you can hit Lan Ling'er.

Just when the director of the bronze mirror felt he was going to win, he suddenly felt a pain in his neck, as if bitten by something, he couldn't help but scare his face pale.

The vibrating wings of the three-color poisonous scorpion flew back to Lan Ling'er's shoulders, tilting the blue tail pin high, like a knight with a spear holding up, showing off his might to the enemy.

The bronze mirror said that his body only felt as cold as he fell into the ice cave, and his body began to tremble, and a tingle of pain spread from the neck to the whole body.

After a while, he felt that his whole body had lost consciousness. Only his consciousness was sober, but his body could no longer move.

Lan Ling'er opened his eyes, and there was a quaint look in his eyes, and he took the bronze mirror that only dazzled his eyes from the hands of the bronze mirror.

"You, you can see."

"I didn't say that I couldn't see it. As you said, the soldiers are not deceitful."

Lan Ling'er chopped it sharply, splitting the bronze mirror into two pieces, and at the same time, the bronze mirror's path also fell stiffly.

(End of this chapter)