Become invincible from practicing poison skills

Chapter 12: Movement in the Village! Mist Hunter!
"Fire poison, this black substance seems to be a terrible fire poison."

Fang Yi muttered to himself.

The more he experienced it, the more he could feel the horror of this fire poison.

This poison can not only be attached to the blood.

He can even drive it to penetrate into the air.

It's really amazing.

Name: Fang Yi

[Skills: Poison Yuan Gong (Perfect), Iron Poison Gong (Perfect), Corrupted Bone Fist (Perfect), Shadow Eclipse Step (Perfect), Poison Shadow Demon Blade (Minor Success (90%)), Poisonous Iron Body (Rough Mastery 80%)]

[Effect: The poison accumulates, breaks the soul and rots the bones, and can kill a warrior in the third mid-stage of Qi and Blood].

"Even someone in the middle third stage of Qi and Blood can be killed by my poison. This poison is truly powerful."

Fang Yi's eyes flashed.

However, over the past three months, he also felt that his blood strength was gradually growing weaker.

The blood-replenishing soup that cost two taels of silver per packet seemed to be unable to meet his energy needs.

His realm seemed to be stuck in the middle stage of the second level.

For the past three months, he has been drinking a packet of blood-replenishing soup every day.

Especially in the last half month.

It even reached the point where I was taking two packs a day.

In three months, a total of 210 taels of silver were spent.

However, the effect of this blood-replenishing soup is becoming smaller and smaller, and the blood strength in the body is growing slower and slower.

"Looks like I need to buy a stronger blood-replenishing medicine."

Fang Yi sighed inwardly.

No wonder that the Black Tiger Gang's leader Wu has only been at the peak of the first level of Qi and Blood for so many years.

The path of martial arts is really not for the poor.

No matter how rich a person is, once he embarks on this path, it is like entering a bottomless black hole.

Sooner or later, your financial resources will run out.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, an extremely terrifying roar was heard again from the fog outside the village, rolling and shaking, echoing in the distance.

Even through the endless fog, it feels thrilling.

It was as if some ferocious beast had been born.

Fang Yi's face changed slightly, and he looked up again, looking in the direction where the voice came from.

"Something's definitely wrong in this mountain. For the past three months, the roars of beasts have been continuous and increasingly frequent. Is there some kind of disaster about to happen?"

The depths of the fog have always represented mystery and the unknown.

Even the villagers living nearby don't dare to get too close.

The depths of the fog and the outside world seem like two different worlds.

If humans don't attack, they won't appear on their own.

At least since Fang Yi traveled through time, he hasn't encountered any strange beasts breaking out of the fog and starting a killing spree.

So even though the beast roars continued to sound, the village remained relatively peaceful.

"Forget it, let's rest for a few days and then go to Qingyang City to see if we can get a stronger tonic."

Fang Yi said secretly.

Now, he still focuses on improving his strength.

Don't move into the city unless it's absolutely necessary.

Now he is not showing off, which meets his requirements.

"Everyone, we are now offering a high reward for anyone willing to lead us into the mountains. As long as anyone is willing, I can give him thirty taels of silver. Listen carefully, thirty taels of silver!"

Two days later, a group of figures dressed as gangsters appeared in the village. They were all strong and had extraordinary temperament.

One of them was a strong man in a green robe, offering a reward for someone to lead them into the mountains.

The villagers were instantly in an uproar and talked a lot.

"Thirty taels of silver? Oh my God, how long will it take to earn that?"

"Forget it, let's get it first. Who dares to go deep into this fog?"

"That's right, anyone who dares to enter the depths of the fog will face a near-death experience."

"Forget it."

Many people in the martial arts world frowned.

They exchanged glances, and then the man in the green robe revealed a helpless expression. He said, "Alright, I'll raise the price to fifty taels now. If anyone dares to take us there, I'll give him the cash immediately!"

"Fifty taels?"

"We can earn a maximum of four or fifty taels a year now, which is enough for more than ten years. We can give it a try."

"Damn, give it a try."

There were a few brave villagers who raised their hands and stood up.

"We're willing to take you into the mountains!"

The few villagers who came out were all older.

He was about forty years old and quite strong, so I thought I could take a gamble.

Because even if you die, you can get 50 taels of silver, which is enough to settle down.

"Very good, here are fifty taels of silver, count them!" The burly man who offered the reward smiled and threw out a few bags of silver.

The villagers hurriedly picked up the money bags, their eyes shining brightly as they began to count them carefully.

Fang Yi, who was not far away, was thinking secretly.

Mist Hunter!

They turned out to be a group of Mist Hunters from Qingyang City.

The movement in the mountains attracted them all.

These Mist Hunters, as the name suggests, are a group of people who dare to explore deep into the fog, hunt exotic beasts in the fog, and seek treasures.

They are all people who live on the edge of a knife.

Their definition has always been dangerous!
In the end, he said nothing and turned away again.

after one day.

Fang Yi once again welcomed his rest time.

More Mist Hunters gathered in the village.

They all offered high rewards to let the villagers take them into the mountains.

At first, some villagers were hesitant.

But as other villagers agreed one after another, more and more villagers began to take the risk and apply.

But all this has nothing to do with Fang Yi.

He knows his own worth and his own purpose.

That morning, Fang Yi made a simple disguise and headed towards Qingyang City.

The prosperous city is still bustling.

There are street vendors everywhere.

All kinds of strange and bizarre things came into view.

"Boss, do you have any stronger blood-replenishing medicine?"

Fang Yi asked about the shop he often went to and started talking.

"Sir, are you a warrior at the Qi and Blood Realm?"

The shopkeeper looked suspiciously at Fang Yi and said, "Two taels of silver per packet of blood-tonifying soup is already the most expensive. It's enough for ordinary people, but if you have reached the Qi and Blood Realm, it will hardly be effective. Only the Blood-Strengthening Pill can be effective for warriors in the Qi and Blood Realm."

"Strengthening Blood Pill?"

Fang Yi's eyes lit up.

"Yes, this is a precious elixir taken by warriors in the Qi and Blood Realm. It is made with extremely expensive ingredients. The medicinal effect of one elixir can last for about half a day. Unfortunately, this kind of elixir is not sold in small shops."

The shopkeeper saw Fang Yi's need and began to explain.

"Then I wonder where I can buy it?"

Fang Yi asked.

"I don't know about this."

The shopkeeper shook his head and said, "Strengthening Blood Pills have always been in the hands of the upper class and powerful. They rarely trickle down to the lower classes. For the lower class, it's enough for them to learn some basic martial arts. Few people can develop blood power."

The Qi and Blood Realm is the starting point of martial arts.

But it stopped nearly 99% of the people.

Only a very small number of people can successfully enter the Qi and Blood realm, and the rest are just show-offs.

"Ok."

Fang Yi thought about it.

Trouble.

There is no blood-enhancing pill for sale!

Wouldn't it be difficult for him to make further progress?
He has mastered four martial arts, and one is close to perfection. His fighting skills are far superior to those of his peers.

But now there is no possibility of going further, and I really feel unwilling to accept it.

"Thank you, shopkeeper."

Fang Yi still thanked the shopkeeper.

He walked out of the drugstore with a frown on his face, looking worried.

"With my current abilities, if I didn't have the help of the Blood Strengthening Pill, I'm afraid it would take at least three to five years before I could break through again and reach the third level of Qi and Blood."

Three to five years.
How many three to five years do we have in our life?

"Although I can't break through the realm, I can continuously practice martial arts and reduce the toxins in my body, which can indirectly enhance my own strength."

Fang Yi said secretly.

His current poison is enough to kill a third-level master.

If he practices a few more techniques, will even a fourth-level master be unable to withstand it?

Moreover, the gray substance in his body was about to turn pure black.

Once it reaches pure black, what will it look like?

Just as Fang Yi was walking aimlessly on the street, suddenly, his eyes flashed and he looked up.

"It's him, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang!"

He actually saw the Black Tiger Gang leader Lin Xiaotian.

and many more!

Does the Black Tiger Gang leader have any blood-strengthening pills?
Even if the other party does not have the blood-strengthening pill, as a local tyrant in the city, he probably knows where to buy it.

(End of this chapter)