A romantic encounter with a miraculous doctor

After resting in the mountains for a few hours, after recovering his energy, Ye Wutian continued on his way. After spending half a day, he finally crossed this vast mountain range.

In front of the mountain is a barren land, with strange rocks and sparse vegetation in an area more than ten miles wide, and the wind is blowing in it, which looks a bit like hell.

In the central area of ​​this barren land, Wan Zhixuan and Wan Shijie were walking unhurriedly.

"Cousin, shall we continue to move forward?" Wan Zhixuan asked.

"Since there are treasures in the central area, of course we have to join in the fun." Wan Shijie looked very excited.

"Didn't the patriarch tell you not to approach the central area?" Wan Zhixuan asked worriedly.

"He must be worried that we will encounter powerful spirit beasts, and now that so many people are rushing towards the central area, even if there are powerful spirit beasts on the road, they will have been killed by the people in front." Wan Shijie said disapprovingly.

"Those who went to the central area are all powerful people, what if they are attacked by them?" Wan Zhixuan was still worried.

"Now that everyone is thinking about the treasure in the central area, who would care about the elixir we have?" Wan Shijie continued to enlighten.

After Wan Shijie said this, Wan Zhixuan felt relieved, and she was also very curious about the treasures in the central area, so she no longer had any worries, and followed Wan Shijie closely.

After walking a few steps, a cool wind suddenly blew in front of her. Wan Zhixuan couldn't help shivering, and muttered, "How could such a cold wind blow like this?"

The two didn't pay much attention to it, and continued to walk forward.

After walking about ten meters, both of them clearly felt that the surrounding temperature was dropping sharply.

"Cousin, why is it so cold here?" Wan Zhixuan folded her arms, her body shivering slightly.

"There is indeed something wrong, so be careful, maybe there are spirit beasts around here." Wan Shijie slowed down, looking around cautiously while walking.

And at this moment, Wan Zhixuan suddenly pointed her finger in front of her and shouted excitedly: "Cousin, isn't that chilling and annoying!"

Following Wan Zhixuan's fingers, one can see a palm-sized pure white flower blooming alone six or seven meters away in front of her. The petals of this flower are filled with cold air, as if just now. Take it out of the freezer normally.

This is a kind of elixir called Han Xin Guo Hua, and it is one of the main spiritual materials for refining the earth panacea.

Before Wan Shijie could recover from the surprise, Wan Zhixuan had already rushed towards Han Xin Guohua excitedly.

"Cousin, be careful." Wan Shijie hastily reminded, while cautiously scanning around.

After confirming that there was no danger, he was about to run forward, but just as he stepped forward, he heard Wan Zhixuan's screams coming from ahead.

Taking a closer look, she saw that Wan Zhixuan had collapsed on the ground, and her right hand was as black as ink, obviously poisoned.

"Cousin!" Wan Shijie exclaimed and quickly ran over.

As soon as she ran to Wan Zhixuan's side, there was a burst of laughter from the right side.

Wan Shijie suddenly turned his head to look, and saw a white-faced scholar holding a folding fan coming out from behind a huge boulder in the distance. Obviously, he was the guy who attacked Ye Wutian last time.

Sensing that the other party possessed a mid-level cultivation base, Wan Shijie felt a chill in his heart, and asked in a trembling voice: "Yes, is it you who poisoned this flower?"

The white-faced scholar walked leisurely, waving a folding fan, and replied with a smile: "Yes, it was indeed Xiaosheng's poison, but it's a pity that it didn't poison you, but poisoned this little beauty to death."

"Dead, dead?" Wan Shijie's face was livid, "You, you said my cousin is dead?"

"Being hit by Xiaosheng's kiss from hell, even a strong person in the realm is close to death, not to mention she only has a cultivation base of the profound realm, but she is not dead yet, if you can defeat Xiaosheng within 10 minutes, there may be hope to save her." She." The white-faced scholar said indifferently.

"You bastard, I'll fight with you." Wan Shijie roared, stood up abruptly, and put one hand in front of his chest. This is the posture of the first form of Wanfo Palm's thunderbolt.

"Oh? So it's from the Wan family." The white-faced scholar recognized Wan Shijie's moves at a glance. He had a peaceful smile on his face, and the folding fan in his hand was still shaking slowly in front of him, as if he didn't understand the opponent's moves at all. Put it in your eyes.

Thunderbolt's charge was quickly completed, Wan Shijie roared, and slapped his palm forward in the air.

The violent zhenqi condensed into a huge palm force, and attacked the white-faced scholar with overwhelming momentum.

Faced with this menacing palm force, the white-faced scholar put on a look of disapproval, until the palm force hit halfway, he slowly waved the folding fan in his hand, and hit three fire snakes one after another.

The three fire snakes headed towards the giant palm at lightning speed. The moment they touched the giant palm, the entire giant palm was instantly ignited, turning into a huge palm of fire, and the palm of fire became smaller and smaller as it burned. , when it hit the white-faced scholar, it had shrunk to the size of a palm, and was smashed to pieces by the white-faced scholar's fan.

Seeing this scene, Wan Shijie on the opposite side was completely stunned.

"It turns out that the so-called Ten Thousand Buddha's Palm is nothing more than that." The white-faced scholar said with a look of disdain. While speaking, he continued to walk towards Wan Shijie. At this time, there was less than ten meters between the two.

Realizing the gap in strength between himself and the opponent, Wan Shijie's confidence had completely collapsed. Seeing the opponent approaching step by step, he retreated in horror.

After taking a few steps back, he fell to his knees with a "plop" and begged for mercy: "Senior, please, please let me go, I will give you all the elixir, please spare my life. "In the face of death, people are always so fragile.

The white-faced scholar stopped three meters away from Wan Shijie, and said with a smirk on his face, "For Xiaosheng, killing people is also a pleasure, especially when watching a living person being slowed down by Xiaosheng's poison." Slow poisoning, looking at their terrified expressions is really a lot of fun. In addition to this kiss from hell, Xiaosheng also has several deadly poisons for you to choose from."

Hearing these words, Wan Shijie's face turned pale, and he realized that he was bound to die, so he might as well fight to the death.

Thinking of this, he decided to go all out, taking advantage of the fact that the opponent hadn't used his true energy defense, he directly used the second form of Ten Thousand Buddha Palms, Ten Thousand Valleys and Thousand Rocks, and slapped towards the white-faced scholar.

The white-faced scholar seemed to have expected that the opponent would have such a move, so just as the opponent's palm was attacking, he opened the folding fan in his hand and blocked it in front of his chest.

"Bang bang bang!~"

Under a series of crashing sounds, Wan Shijie's Thousand Heavy Palm Strength was completely blocked.

The white-faced scholar raised a cold smile, and with a big wave of his fan, a fiery snake hit Wan Shijie's zhenqi defense, and his zhenqi defense was instantly ignited.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wan Shijie quickly put away his true energy defense, but the moment he put away his true energy defense, the white-faced scholar raised his hand and waved a cloud of black air mist.

Wan Shijie was also very clever, he immediately held his breath, and quickly retreated to the rear, exiting the black mist area in two or three strokes.

"Ten, nine, eight..." The white-faced scholar suddenly started counting down.

Wan Shijie was confused for a while, but soon realized that the poisonous gas had entered his body, he hurriedly summoned his true energy to resist, but the toxin in his body was extremely powerful, no matter how much he resisted, it would be useless.

"Three, two, one, die!"

"Plop!" Wan Shijie fell headlong to the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, he was already dead and couldn't die anymore.

The white-faced scholar nodded and smiled in satisfaction, then walked up to Wan Shijie, bent down to take off the backpack on Wan Shijie's body, but just as he bent down, he suddenly noticed something, and hurriedly put up his true energy defense.

"Bang!~"

The moment he propped up his true energy defense, there was a loud explosion, and his true energy defense collapsed in an instant.

Surprised, the white-faced scholar quickly turned around and propped up the folding fan in front of him.

"Ding Ding Ding!~"

With a series of metal impacts, several silver needles were blocked by the folding fan.

"The reaction is quite fast!" A voice came from the front.

"It's you!" The white-faced scholar frowned, and a look of panic appeared on his face.

Obviously this person is Ye Wutian.

"It's me, I'm telling you a very bad news, you're going to die today." Ye Wutian said coldly, he didn't dare to get too close to this poisonous guy, and it was convenient for him to be about ten meters away. stopped.

"It's not that easy to kill me." The white-faced scholar said in a deep voice. After speaking, he waved the folding fan in his hand, and shot three fire snakes in a row, attacking Ye Wutian.

Relying on the advantage of the distance, Ye Wutian waved the golden sword in his hand and easily scattered the three fire snakes.

The white-faced scholar also seemed to realize that long-distance combat is not good for him, so he immediately dodged to approach Ye Wutian.

Taking advantage of the opponent's approach, Ye Wutian accumulated his true energy and prepared to snap his fingers.

When he was only five meters away from Ye Wutian, the white-faced scholar raised his folding fan and was about to perform the same trick again, but before he could launch an attack, Ye Wutian had already unleashed his flick of the finger.

"Boom!~"

The silver Leimang attacked the white-faced scholar like a spirit snake.

Sensing Lei Mang's powerful power, the white-faced scholar hastily retracted his fan and returned to defense.

"Woo!~"

The moment he was bombarded by thunder, the flames on the folding fan dissipated in an instant, and what surprised the white-faced scholar even more was that a trace of thunder penetrated the folding fan.

After blocking the attack, he held the fan up to him to have a look, and suddenly found a finger-thick hole in the fan, and this medium-sized treasure was pierced through.

Before he could react, Ye Wutian's golden sword attack had already struck.

"Bang!~"

The white-faced scholar's zhenqi defense was defeated again, and at the same time, Ye Wutian directly threw out the normal dagger in his hand.

"Pfft!~"

The dagger pierced the white-faced scholar's throat, his eyes widened, and his body slowly fell backwards.