After the ascent failed

Chapter 271 Zhang Wuchen's Poison

Suppressed by the huge divine sense, the two of them instinctively carried a huge mountain of ten thousand catties on their backs, every inch of bone on their bodies crackled, and their faces were ruthless.

"you?"

"How can you be so strong?"

The two raised their heads with difficulty, and their faces lost the slightest bit of power just now, and turned into great fear.

Their cultivation had reached the Dao Foundation Realm, and Ye Chunyang suppressed them with a twist of his palm. This kind of strength is simply terrifying.

Originally thought that Ye Chunyang's cultivation was not as high as the Dao Foundation Realm, and he could kill them with just raising his hand, but he didn't expect that the other party would make them kneel and submit without a shot.

"Go back and tell Zhang Wuchen not to mess with me, otherwise he will definitely regret it."

Ye Chunyang looked at the two indifferently, as if looking down at two ants.

"Clap."

Under his mighty majesty, the two of them were completely limp, lying on the ground completely, not daring to say anything to beg for mercy.

"get out!"

For these two people, Ye Chunyang didn't bother to do anything, and swept them out with a wave of his sleeves.

As if they had received an amnesty, the two looked at Ye Chunyang in fear and then hurriedly fled away.

Ye Chunyang didn't bother to pay attention to them, and suddenly glanced somewhere.

There was a flash of spiritual light there, as if he wanted to escape from this place.

This ray of light is extremely obscure, if you don't look carefully, you won't find it at all, but how can it escape Ye Chunyang's eyes.

"I'm only thinking of running away now, don't you think it's too late?"

Ye Chunyang sneered, raised his hand and grabbed it from the air.

The sound of "Boom" was loud, the palm fell, and the wind suddenly rose, and a figure was directly caught in the hand, strangled by the throat and lifted up.

"Junior Brother Chunyang... No, Senior Brother Chunyang, please spare me. I have no hostility towards you. They forced me to attract you. Please forgive me for the sake of being a disciple of the medicine garden."

The figure was crying, looking at Ye Chunyang with horror.

This person was the leading disciple from the Medicine Garden, whose cultivation base was only a small achievement in the Dao Foundation Realm. Just now, he saw Ye Chunyang holding a branch and killing all the disciples who were besieged. Never forget.

Who would have thought that this ordinary boy who usually does not show his mountains and dews, could be so fierce.

Moreover, this medicine garden disciple had just hidden it with an invisibility talisman, or was Ye Chunyang seeing through it at a glance, so that he wouldn't be terrified?
"Because you are not qualified enough to let me do it." Ye Chunyang shook his hand, threw the person aside like trash, and said, "Take me to the Xiuxian City where Lingsuhua is auctioned. You go west."

The medicine garden disciple felt relieved, gasped for breath, knocked his forehead on the ground again and again, and said: "Yes, thank you for not killing me, I will never dare to offend my brother again!"

"Let's go!"

Ye Chunyang waved his hand expressionlessly.

The disciples of the medicine garden dared not be negligent, and quickly got up to lead the way respectfully.

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At the same time, in a certain aura-filled cave at the inner gate of Kunlun Ruins, two figures stood bowed in the main hall, with deep fear in their eyes.

"You said... he killed all seven disciples with an ordinary branch?"

At the top of the main hall sits a handsome man, wearing a jade and gold crown and a cloud-white Taoist robe, exuding a noble temperament all over his body.

It was Zhang Wuchen.

"We saw this with our own eyes. That Ye Chunyang was too terrifying. He didn't use any magic weapon at all. The seven disciples were killed by him in a blink of an eye."

"That's right, and this person doesn't know what kind of cultivation level he is, and we are not even opponents."

The two trembled.

These two are the tall man and thin disciple who led people to besiege Ye Chunyang.

The previous scene was lingering in their minds, and recalling it still gives chills down the spine.

"Oh?" Zhang Wuchen frowned slightly, revealing a meaningful look, and said: "Since he killed everyone, he only let you come back alive?"

The two looked stiff.

The skinny disciple hesitated for a moment, and said, "He let us go because he asked us to come back and send a message to you, senior brother."

Zhang Wuchen took a sip of tea, did not speak, and asked after a long time, "What are you talking about?"

The two looked hesitant, and finally the skinny man gritted his teeth and said, "He told us to tell Senior Brother Zhang not to mess with him, or we will definitely make Senior Brother regret it."

They Wuyan talked about being shocked by Ye Chunyang's coercion and kowtowed to their knees, and directly omitted this, and brought the original words to Zhang Wuchen.

The teacup in Zhang Wuchen's hand shook slightly, and a gloomy expression appeared on his always calm face.

However, this strange color was only for a short moment, and soon disappeared.

He didn't look at the two people below, and was still drinking the spiritual tea calmly.

"I didn't expect this Ye Chunyang to have some strength. It seems that I really underestimated him."

After a long time, Zhang Wuchen smiled slightly and waved to the two of them.

"The two juniors have worked hard, please sit down!"

Both of them had doubts on their faces, but they still nodded and sat down with hands folded.

"Senior brother Zhang, this Ye Chunyang is definitely not an ordinary person. Now that we have lost our hand, I think we should let this matter go and let us not provoke him!" The tall man said with a sigh.

"Yes, this person's strength is terrifying. Brother is now competing with Senior Sister Gu for the position of leader. If the competition is shaken because of such a trivial matter, then the loss outweighs the gain." The skinny man also nodded.

Zhang Wuchen didn't answer, poured tea for the two of them himself with a smile on his face, and then said: "The two junior brothers are right, Ye Chunyang is just a mere one, it's not worth my effort to deal with it."

"Come on, the two junior brothers drink tea, and I will express my gratitude to you two for your hard work."

The two looked at each other silently, then looked at the spirit tea in front of them, and finally said nothing, thanked each other and then drank it up.

"Senior Brother Zhang, in my opinion, Ye Chunyang and Senior Sister Gu should be fine..."

After the tall man finished his tea, he looked at Zhang Wuchen and persuaded him.

In the middle of the conversation, he suddenly stopped, and then his face changed drastically, he raised his hand to strangle his throat, and his eyes gradually showed horror.

"Huh? Brother, what's wrong with you?" The skinny man's heart skipped a beat when he saw the tall man's sudden change.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a pain in his stomach, and then spat out a mouthful of black blood together with the tall man.

"You... actually poisoned the tea?"

The two looked down at the tea they had just had, their pupils constricted violently, and they immediately understood what was going on.

"Zhang Wuchen! You, why are you treating us like this?" The tall man's eyes were full of disbelief.

"Two junior brothers, don't blame me. It's just that you can't even deal with a small person. What's the use of keeping you?"

At this moment, Zhang Wuchen didn't have a smile on his face, only a chilling indifference.

"Zhang Wuchen, you are so vicious..."

There was deep hatred in the eyes of the two, but their voices gradually quieted down, and then their bodies froze, and they fell completely on the chair, and they lost all life in a blink of an eye.

Strangely, right after the two died, a group of purple flames suddenly appeared in their stomachs. At first, it was just a small flame, but soon filled their bodies and swallowed their bodies.

But within a few breaths, the bodies of the two people were wrapped in Zi Yan and turned into a puff of smoke and lifted into the air, without leaving any trace, they just evaporated from the world.

Zhang Wuchen didn't even look at it, he still sat on the head and drank tea calmly.

"Mr. Zhang, are you satisfied with this purple smoke poison?"

At some point, a figure flashed from a corner behind him and said in a hoarse voice.

This figure was a middle-aged man in a purple robe, with a silver iron mask on half of his face, exuding a cold aura.

"not bad."

Zhang Wuchen raised his head slowly, looked at the middle-aged man in the purple robe with the iron mask, smiled lightly, and said: "The Luo family is indeed a family of poisoners, this purple smoke is invisible and colorless, and even the divine sense cannot detect it. It won't leave any traces, but I don't know how to use it on the two surnamed Ye?"

"Ten deaths and no life." The middle-aged man in the purple robe said proudly.

Zhang Wuchen nodded upon hearing this.

He leaned on the back of the chair, with a calm smile on his face, and said: "It doesn't matter how high his cultivation base is? With this poison, he will eventually be turned into flying ash, but how to apply this poison, we still need to find a way Let it count."

"That's your own business. I'm only responsible for helping you develop Ziluoyan. As for how to make those two surnamed Ye disappear, it has nothing to do with me." The middle-aged man in Zipao said.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Luo has already helped Zhang so much, so naturally he won't bother fellow Daoist with such a small matter." Zhang Wuchen said with a light smile.

The middle-aged man in purple robe nodded.

After a pause, he changed his voice: "Also, Mr. Zhang, don't forget what you promised me."

"Don't worry, since Zhang has promised fellow daoist, he will never break his promise." Zhang Wuchen lay lazily halfway on the chair, narrowing his eyes and said: "When I inherit the position of head, I will definitely give you what you want. "

When the middle-aged man in Zipao heard this, his eyes flickered slightly, and he stopped talking.

But then he seemed to think of something again, looked directly at Zhang Wuchen, and said: "Speaking of which, is Mr. Zhang really confident to pass the life and death gate experience? After all, this is the key for you to become the heir to the head. If Mr. Zhang loses to Gu Qian , the cooperation between you and me has become empty talk."

Zhang Wuchen frowned slightly when he heard the words, and said coldly, "Does Fellow Daoist Luo not trust me, or does he not trust himself?"

"What do you mean by Mr. Zhang?" The middle-aged man in Zipao froze.

Zhang Wuchen smiled without saying a word, and said after half a moment: "Do you think that during this period of time I really only focused on dealing with those two boys surnamed Ye? With the help of your treasures, the position of head must belong to me."

After finishing speaking, he continued to lean on the chair leisurely, confident and calm.

The purple-robed man frowned, wanting to say something more, but when he thought of the treasure he had brought this time, his brows immediately relaxed.

"Don't worry Mr. Zhang, that treasure is the painstaking effort of several generations of my Luo family, and I will definitely help you when it arrives. Mr. Zhang's position as the supreme head of the sect is at your fingertips." The middle-aged man in the purple robe said with a low smile.

Zhang Wuchen nodded and looked up at the sky, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he murmured softly.

"Ye Xiaobao, Ye Chunyang...Since you two are against me like this, don't blame me for being cruel."

(End of this chapter)