Sister Sword

Chapter 117 The Secret Realm of Seven Leaves
Several people stepped into the poisonous fog.

They took every step very carefully, because they might step into the swamp at any time.

Xingyue held a long stick in her hand and explored the way ahead, while the others followed behind her.

The poisonous mist swamp is filled with white smoke, and the visibility is very low. You can only see things within a radius of five or six meters, and you can't see anything further away. The monk's spiritual sense is completely useless here.

After walking for a certain distance, some disciples inexplicably appeared some small red dots. They didn't pay attention to it at first, but who knew that the little red dots grew more and more and tended to become bigger. The Xingyue stopped.

"Little Martial Uncle, Senior Brother Zhang Yuan, come and take a look, what is this on them?"

Xingyue turned her head immediately, and saw a few small red dots appeared on the faces of several people, and around the small red dots were scratches from scratching with hands, "Hold them quickly, don't let them scratch with their hands."

The few people who were okay immediately raised their hands to grab the hands of those who wanted to tickle, and tied their hands with ropes.

"Little uncle, I'm so itchy." Li Xin couldn't bear the itching on her face, she looked at Xingyue with tears in her eyes.

Xingyue went up to check them carefully, and saw that they had no symptoms except itching, so he breathed a sigh of relief, "This should be bitten by the unique flying mosquitoes in the poisonous mist swamp, it's not a big problem."

After listening to the few people, they were relieved. A disciple took out a paste-like thing from the storage bag and applied it on the faces of the few people, and then the itching on their faces subsided.

Everyone looked at the plaster in the man's hand and was a little curious.

The disciple said with a smile, "This is an ancestral wound ointment from my family. I also took it out and tried it. I didn't expect it to be really useful."

Hearing this, everyone was no longer curious.

"Didn't you bring an insect repellent sachet before you came in?" Xingyue looked at those people and asked.

"Bring it." Several people took out the sachet and gestured.

"Wait, show me the sachet." Zhao Song, the disciple who took out the plaster, said.

Li Xin handed him the sachet in her hand and asked, "Is there something wrong with this sachet?"

"I'll take a look first." Zhao Song took the sachet, opened it, poured the insect repellent inside on the wounded person, and took a closer look.

Then he said, "Your medicine is a counterfeit medicine. Although the ingredients are exactly the same as the deworming medicine, it has completely lost its effect because it has been left for too long."

"What, fake medicine." Li Xin said in shock.

Several other people hurriedly handed over their sachets for Zhao Song to check.

Zhao Song checked it again and said, "Your ones are the same as Li Xin's. You couldn't have bought them in the same place."

Several people gritted their teeth, Li Xin said, "I bought it from a vendor in Zongmenfang City."

"Me too."

"Me too."

The other two also joined in.

"It looks like they are the same person." Zhao Song said.

"I'm so pissed off, don't let me catch him, or I won't be able to vent my anger if I don't chop him up." Li Xin said angrily.

"Then what should we do now? Other anthelmintics are also sold there, so they must not be used." Wang Qingqing said distressedly.

"It's okay, I happen to have a lot here, and I can share some with you." After speaking, Zhao Song took out three sachets from the storage bag and handed them to Li Xin and the others.

"Thank you so much." The three of Li Xin said gratefully.

"It's okay, are we all from the same sect?" Zhao Song said gently.

Xingyue looked at Zhao Song from the side, and suddenly found that he has a good-looking appearance, the kind that is particularly easy to get the favor of others, and he is not aggressive, why didn't he notice it before.

After dealing with this episode, they continued on their way. There was nothing of value in the outer area of ​​the poisonous mist swamp, so Xingyue and the others did not stay too long, and went straight to the inner area.

After walking for two or three hours in a row, at noon, the smoke in the poisonous mist swamp gradually dissipated, revealing its original appearance.

The scene in front of me is not so beautiful, because the smoke is perennial and poisonous, so everything in the poisonous fog swamp after the smoke clears looks dark.

When the sun shines here, there is no feeling of shade in other places.

The noon sun was so intense that the creatures living in the poisonous mist swamp tactfully hid without a trace.

"Now is a good time to hurry, let's speed up." Xingyue said in front.

She holds a compass in her hand, and here she can only rely on the compass to tell the direction.

Fortunately, there is no magnetic field that affects the use of the compass, otherwise even monks may get lost in the poisonous fog swamp.

An hour passed, and the poisonous mist swamp was covered by smoke again, and Xingyue's speed also slowed down.

"Unfortunately, the time for the fog barrier to disappear is only one hour." Sun Xia said.

"Anyway, there is still an hour. It is said that there was not even an hour before." Qian Qian replied.

"So, our luck is better." Li Xin said.

"What's the matter? It's recorded in the Zongmen's materials that when this place didn't see the sun all the year round, all kinds of poisonous plants grew well, and the fourth-order soul-severing grass was not uncommon."

"Since the fog barrier has become thinner, the fourth-order soul-severing grass has almost disappeared without a trace, the third-order ones are not very common, and other poisonous plants have also become much less." Qian Qian Said.

"Really?" Wang Qingqing asked.

"Of course it's true. I've also read it on the first floor of Zongmen Library Pavilion." Zhao Song said with a smile.

"At first glance, you haven't read much." Qian Qian said to Wang Qingqing in awe.

"What's the matter if you haven't read the book, you know so much and you can't beat me." Wang Qingqing retorted.

After bickering for a few words, they quickly quieted down after seeing Xingyue's gesture in front of them.

"What's the matter, little uncle."

"There seems to be some movement." Xingyue listened intently, and there were rustling sounds on the ground.

Because the divine sense cannot be used, at this time it is entirely dependent on the monk's five senses to perceive the surrounding situation.

Undoubtedly, Xingyue's five senses are outstanding, Yue Changyuan also felt something coming towards him, and the sword in his hand was trembling.

"Let's go quickly." Xingyue didn't want to waste time here.

After speaking, she led the way and left quickly, and the disciples quickly followed.

Yue Changyuan turned his head and slashed back with his sword, then left quickly.

"It's a ghost vine." He told Xingyue what was chasing them through voice transmission.

"Ah."

Ghost vines are poisonous vines that grow on the periphery of the poisonous mist swamp. Although there are many of them, they are afraid of light and fire, so they are relatively easy to deal with.

Without waiting for Xingyue's reminder, the disciples had already taken out the fire-type talismans and were ready to throw them out at any time.

　I am a person who has not saved manuscripts. I can send as much as I want to write. I can’t control my hand.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)