Young White Horse: The Poison Sword Master of the Wen Family, Shocking the Apocalypse

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Longshou Street.

This is the street where the play "Young White Horse" begins. There are many shops on the street, but the eyes of those people are somewhat hostile.

Wen Yanzhao looked around -

Opposite the tavern was the butcher's shop, where the butcher was still chopping pig bones.

Next to her was a white-haired old woman with a strange look in her eyes, sewing shoe soles stitch by stitch.

Next to the old woman was an oil seller with a wretched appearance, staring at the beautiful young woman in the bread shop across from him;

The beautiful young woman in the steamed bun shop would occasionally flirt with the oil seller across the street, looking very ambiguous...

At this moment, Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng were standing at the outer wall of the Gu family mansion. The assassin named Kui Zheng was lying in ambush inside the tavern.

"These few Vajra Ordinary Realm minions are no match for me. I won't gain much fame if I attack them now!"

Wen Yanzhao was thinking in his mind, looking back and forth between several shops.

"Nephew, when you first came here, did you notice that these people were quite strange? They didn't seem to be businessmen."

Wen was holding a wine gourd while he was warming the pot of wine, and he had already noticed some clues.

"The thousand-year-old Yan Luo, the golden-mouthed Yama, is as good as a candlelight needle! Uncle, how long do you think these two guys in the Vajra Mortal Realm can last in my hands?"

Wen Yanzhao raised his eyebrows and spoke in a rather arrogant tone.

"Ah! They're a match for me! But these people are the Yan family's spies planted in Longshou Street. I advise you not to act rashly. Otherwise..."

"Don't worry, they're not worth my effort!"

Wen Yanzhao interrupted Wen Hujiu.

"Then why are you asking me?"

Wen Hujiu rolled his eyes and asked in a bad tone.

"Don't touch them now. I'll beat them up in a few days when all the heroes have arrived!"

An imperceptible smile appeared on Wen Yanzhao's lips.

"Why do you have to wait until there are a lot of people around before you start? The Yan family is not someone you can easily mess with. This is not Lingnan, so we should be more cautious!"

He reminded me to warm the pot of wine.

"Wait until the big day of the Gu and Yan families, and watch my nephew make a big scene in Chaisang City!"

Wen Yanzhao ignored what Wen Hujiu said.

"My little ancestor, if you make such a fuss, the fact that our Wen family has hidden you for more than ten years will be exposed! When we return, your grandfather will definitely skin me alive!"

Wen Yanzhao rushed in front of the pot of wine and said in surprise.

"What should I do? Do I have to keep it a secret forever? Besides, I'm trapped now, and Jiuxiao has been unable to break through. This is not a solution! If I can break through the bottleneck by accident this time, it may not be a bad thing!"

Wen Yanzhao had a vague feeling that he would definitely benefit from the dispute between the Gu and Yan families this time.

When Wen Hujiu heard him say this, he felt that there was some truth in it. Moreover, the strength that his nephew had just displayed in the battle with Gu Jianmen and Su Muyu really amazed him.

He calmed himself down and said, "That being said, you must listen to me in what follows. Many things are not as simple as you think. This Southwest Road is located at the junction of Beique and Beili. I don't know how many disputes will arise!"

"Uncle, have you ever heard a saying? Nothing ventured, nothing gained! Even if Chaisang City is a den of dragons and tigers, I, Wen Yanzhao, dare to take out his tiger cubs!"

When Wen Yanzhao said this, his face was full of heroic spirit. Although his face was a little childish, in Wen Hujiu's eyes, he was full of heroic spirit. For a moment, he was even a little proud of his nephew.

"Okay, okay, then let's do as you say. Let's go and take advantage of his dangerous situation! My Wen family has produced a man like you. It's worth it that your uncle has fed you poison and medicine since you were a child!"

He warmed the pot of wine, raised his head, took a big gulp, and laughed.

"This is the famous Poison Bodhisattva!"

Wen Yanzhao was delighted when he heard this and patted Wen Hujiu's shoulder.

The uncle and nephew of the Wen family walked through the scattered shops on both sides and headed towards the Donggui Tavern.

The atmosphere at this moment was quite solemn, and the spies of the Yan family kept staring at the uncle and nephew with unfriendly eyes.

I always feel that these two people are very dangerous. Not only does the handsome young man have profound skills, but the middle-aged man holding a wine gourd next to him gives people a suffocating sense of oppression!

Wen Yanzhao arrived at the door of Baili Dongjun's tavern first and looked up -

The wine shop was open, and its decoration style was simple and elegant. Above the door lintel hung a huge plaque decorated with a wine gourd, with the words "Donggui" inscribed on it.

"Uncle! This tavern should be opened by my cousin Dongjun!" Wen Yanzhao pointed at the plaque.

"Wow, that's quite interesting! I really like this plaque. It feels like a wine wonderland!"

Wenhujiu, as his name suggests, is addicted to wine. Seeing the careful carving on the plaque, he couldn't help but praise it.

"Let's go in and see if our cousin Dongjun is here! Let's also get a pot of wine for our uncle to taste his cooking skills!"

After Wen Yanzhao finished speaking, he strode into the tavern. He was of course aware that the assassin named Kui Zheng was hiding inside the tavern, so he deliberately shouted.

"Okay, my uncle's wine gourd is empty too!"

Wen Yanzhao followed Wen Yanzhao into the tavern with a pot of wine.

As soon as he entered the tavern to warm up the wine, he keenly discovered that there was someone hiding in the dark. However, he was not afraid and instead wanted to see if his nephew had discovered it.

As soon as the idea came into his mind, Wen Yanzhao put two fingers of his right hand together, and a faint purple mist emitting a strange fragrance appeared out of thin air.

When Wen Hujiu saw his nephew's actions, he naturally knew that he was using his true energy to condense his fingers to produce a poisonous roar that could reach a hundred miles.

He ignored him and ran to the counter to look for the fine wine brewed by Baili Dongjun.

When Wen Yanzhao was ten years old, he had already mastered the various forms of the poisonous roar of Baili from the natal Gu Ju Ding Du Yin in his body.

Whether it's the poisonous fog used to survey the terrain and enemy situation on a large scale, or the technique of condensing it into needles and silk threads and poisoning from a distance of a hundred feet, the secrets have been mastered.

As his realm continues to improve, the toxicity and range of the poisonous roar of a hundred miles will also increase!

Now the color of the thread-like poisonous mist gathered at Wen Yanzhao's fingertips has become darker. The faint purple color that seemed to be there and not there just now has now become as thick as silk!

Wen Yanzhao pointed with two fingers, and a burst of true energy surged! Threads of poisonous mist shot towards the beams of the house, where the Yan family assassin Kui Zheng was hiding.

As he was warming the pot of wine, he had already caught a glimpse of what had just happened. A smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then he took out a jar of wine from the counter, wiped off the seal with his hand, raised his head and took a big sip.

"Good wine!"

The wine goes down the throat, the mellow aroma is unmatched, and the warm pot of wine can't help but praise it.

The words fell to the ground along with the assassin Kui Zheng who was hiding on the beam!

"Oh!"

Seeing that he had been tricked, Wen Yanzhao stepped forward and stomped hard on his chest, leaned over, and asked with a wicked smile:

"Hey, you are useless! How come your hands are so slippery that you can't even hold on to the beam!"

"Ah! Who are you? What poison have you put on me?"

Kui Zheng was hit by Wen Yanzhao's poisonous roar that spread over a hundred miles. At this moment, his internal organs felt like they were being bitten by snakes and insects, and he was in extreme pain and itching. At the same time, purple-black blood oozed from his mouth and nose.

Wen Yanzhao deliberately reduced the toxicity of the poisonous fog and did not want to kill Kui Zheng in one blow. He also needed Kui Zheng to do him a favor.

"It seems that you are not only bad at martial arts, but also stupid as hell! Didn't you see the three big words on my uncle's back?"

Wen Yanzhao exerted a little force with his foot, and a teeth-grinding sound of bones breaking came from Kui Zheng's sternum.

"Ah! Young man, spare my life. I am from the Yan...Yan family. You can't kill me!"

Kui Zheng felt a sharp pain in his chest and quickly begged for mercy.

"The Yan family? Is it the Yan family that took advantage of the death of the head of the family and went to the Gu family's mansion to force a marriage?"

Wen Yanzhao asked with sharp eyes, staring at Kui Zheng under his feet.

"Alright, alright, Xiao Zhao, stop wasting time on him. This kid doesn't even recognize your uncle. He must be a nobody!"

He warmed the pot of wine, carried the jar of fine wine, and paced leisurely.

"Uncle, don't worry about it. I want to interrogate him! Tell me quickly, why are you here in Donggui Tavern?"

Wen Yanzhao's strength under his feet increased instead of decreasing, causing Kui Zheng to have veins popping out of his forehead in pain and sweat oozing out of his body. The poison in his body took effect, making him feel worse than death.

"Young Master, spare my life. I am Kui Zheng, the Ding of the Yan family. I am here on the orders of the head of the family, Yan Bietian, to take the life of the owner of this tavern!"

"You want to kill Dongjun?"

Wenhujiu was shocked when he heard this, and looked at Kuizheng on the ground with eyes as sharp as knives.