Changsheng: I can sell everything

Song Ciwan followed Niu Lao Liu to the edge of the martial arts arena, and the first thing he saw was the giant who had been shot.

The long spear pierced him directly through his chest, Feng Chuncai widened his eyes, and said in his throat, "You, haven't you already degenerated? How can you still be like this..."

The old curator straightened his back that was so old that it was a bit rickety, pulled out the spear like a gust of wind, raised his hand and stabbed at him suddenly, and let out a long sigh: "Xiao Feng, you have disappointed me so much. !"

The second shot failed to hit Feng Chuncai again.

In the rear, Hu Hui, the senior disciple of the old pavilion owner, suddenly exclaimed: "Master! Help me..."

It turned out that in the melee just now, Hu Hui was chased and killed by several veteran martial artists from Feng Chuncai's camp. The two sides chased and fled, and Hu Hui fled behind the old pavilion master.

Seeing that his own eldest disciple was dying, the old hall master changed his tactics in an instant and swung his gun back.

He changed his move to save Hu Hui, and aimed at a martial artist who was chasing Hu Hui at the closest distance, but it was because of this change that his ribs showed flaws.

Hu Hui, who was hunted down in a panic, rushed over from the side in an instant, crying, "Master, they all betrayed..."

Before he finished speaking, a dagger as bright as autumn water slipped out of Hu Hui's sleeve.

The short sword protruded out like a snake, and pierced the old hall owner's left waist with lightning speed.

Behind, the giant-like Feng Chuncai yelled "Yeah", and at the same time raised a stone lock that rolled from nowhere, and threw it down on the old pavilion master from behind.

The situation was reversed in an instant, betrayal and despicability went hand in hand, the old host was hit hard both front and back, and had no choice but to stand the spear in his hand by his side.

The gun was taller than him, barely resisting the stone lock that fell from behind.

The stone lock and the long spear entered into a state of wrestling, and the old pavilion master knelt on one knee and resisted with all his might.

He raised his head slightly, staring blankly at Hu Hui beside him with his wrinkled eyes.

The young disciple's eyes were filled with tears, and he cried, "Master, I'm sorry..."

The old museum owner hissed and asked: "...why?"

Hu Hui pulled out the dagger that was stuck at the old host's waist, and stabbed at him again.

He stabbed and cried: "I'm sorry, Master, I dare not! You can't protect me for too long, but Uncle Feng is still in his prime, I can't fight him, I dare not... I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Three stabs with the sword, the old owner was dying.

There were also clusters of invisible energy gathering rapidly above his head, and his spear was even slightly bent. Behind him, Feng Chuncai's ferocious expression gradually began to change into a joke.

Feng Chuncai's tone was soft and sinister: "Old master, this is the first disciple you have carefully cultivated. Your vision is really as bad as ever, heh..."

With a laugh, the sound didn't end, and suddenly his hands were empty—the stone lock that he held up and was pressing down disappeared!

Yes, it was the stone lock in his hand that disappeared out of thin air.

This turn of events can be described as horrifying. Feng Chuncai was stunned for a moment, and Hu Hui, who was witnessing this scene opposite him, was also a little stunned.

Naturally, the two of them tried their best to think about it, but at this moment, there was a person who was "in the human world, but not in the human world", raised his hand, and used a strange treasure to take away the stone lock from Feng Chuncai's hand.

The one who did this was naturally Song Ciwan.

Song Ciwan actually didn't know the ins and outs of all the changes in this incident, but she understood the situation between the old pavilion owner, Hu Hui, and Feng Chuncai with a giant body.

An apprentice who deceived his master and betrayed his ancestors, and a subordinate who committed a retrograde crime.

Don't need to get too entangled: when the road is uneven, draw your sword to help!

At this moment, Song Ciwan not only took away the stone lock from Feng Chuncai's hand with the Tiandi Scale, but she also took away the short sword from Hu Hui's hand.

Hu Hui couldn't see Song Ciwan, but could only feel an invisible force forcefully sucking the short sword away from his hand.

In many cases, the unknown is often the scariest thing. Hu Hui already had a guilty conscience, but at this moment, when a thought arose, he immediately shouted in horror: "Who is it! Ah——"

When a black mass fell down and rolled onto his face, he suddenly felt a pain in his cheek, and immediately stretched out his hand to touch his face, and caught a wriggling multi-legged insect.

This bug has a fishy smell, its tentacles are probing, and its carapace is sticky. Whether it is the touch when it is pinched in the hand, or the strange feeling brought about by climbing on the face, struggling and biting, it is very scary.

Hu Hui suddenly jumped up excitedly, and slapped his face indiscriminately.

During the flapping, some thinner bugs came into his nasal cavity. Hu Hui felt his nasal cavity itch, and he hurriedly made a movement of blowing his nose to squeeze the bugs out of his nasal cavity.

But he didn't know that the moment these bugs got into his nasal cavity, they had already secreted countless tiny dust-like eggs.

The insect eggs merged with the blood, and as his struggle intensified, it started from his nasal cavity and quickly flowed through his whole body.

Hu Hui screamed and fell to the ground instantly.

At the same time, Feng Chuncai was also attacked by insects.

It's just that Feng Chuncai's skill is obviously much higher than that of Hu Hui, and those bugs falling down one after another are often just approaching his body, and they are bombarded by the qi and blood steaming on his body and fall to the ground.

But there were also many bugs rolling down to his chest wound.

There was originally a penetrating wound the size of a bowl in his chest, which was the result of a previous gunshot by the old owner.

Feng Chuncai's giant body has a strong self-healing ability. After the old host drew his gun, granulation began to squirm in his wound, but in a short while, the wound that was as big as a bowl became the size of a teacup.

It's just that he is still a body of flesh and blood after all, although the wound has shrunk, it cannot heal in an instant.

Some bugs took this opportunity to burrow into his flesh and blood. Feng Chuncai yelled and beat his own wounds. Under his surging energy and blood and fierce beating movements, a large number of bugs might be burned to ashes visible to the naked eye. , or die, or fall to the ground with a puff.

What Feng Chuncai also didn't know was that although a large number of insects were killed by him, some tiny insect eggs that were invisible to the naked eye also flowed into the blood of his wound, and then swam all over the place with the circulation of his blood. covered his whole body.

These bugs are not ordinary bugs, but carefully cultivated by Song Ciwan using the five-poison jar.

She originally collected a batch of strange insects in the Xu Family Zhiyuan. These strange insects are of a strange variety, but their grades are too low.After Song Ciwan's cultivation and feeding, up to now, the insects in the five poison jars have not known how many generations they have reproduced and transformed.

Among them, a group of bugs were even fed with diluted dragon blood by Song Ciwan!
These bugs used to be the food of the big white goose, but now, when Song Ciwan was unable to directly contact the people in the world, the bugs became her vanguard to influence reality.