This sentiment [Xiu Xian]

"What?" Shen Zheng was shocked for a moment and said, "Fellow Daoist Wen, please explain clearly!"

"Do you really want to listen to his nonsense? Take him down first." Behind Shen Zheng, Ouyang He said eagerly: "Shen Zheng, we have known each other since we were young. If you say anything now, I will definitely be able to pass on my self-identification. "

Shen Zheng's gaze became hesitant, this woman who had always been extraordinarily straightforward and decisive finally fell into a vacillating situation.

At this moment, the jade flute in "Ouyang He" came out of his hand, and hit Shen Zheng's back with a whistling momentum.When Shen Zheng was in the midst of a battle between heaven and man in his mind, the movements of his hands slowed down a beat.Although he immediately turned around to block the flying jade flute, he couldn't block Ouyang He's short stab into his arms.

The sharp instrument pierced into the flesh and then pulled out, Shen Zheng's blood splashed in the air.Ouyang He laughed wildly, pushed away Shen Zheng who was bending over to cover his abdomen with his backhand, and wanted to bypass Wen Zhe and rush straight to the tent door in a flash.

He seemed very confident in his speed, before he could break through Wen Zhe's blockade, he called out to Pei Qianmo at the tent door: "Qianmo, are you going to stop me?"

Wen Zhe didn't turn his head to look at Pei Qianmo's movements, but just danced the sword out of the screen: "Let's go past me first."

Shen Zheng is indeed a veteran of forest exploration, except for Qi Hengyuan's several accidents these days, he has led the team quite smoothly, and because of this, no one has seen the true level of Wen Zhe's swordsmanship.

His swordsmanship is in such an atmosphere that Ping Jiangyue, who is on the seventh floor of the foundation, will find it difficult.

"Ouyang He" dodged a few times in the light of Wen Zhe's sword, and soon felt clumsy.He raised his eyes to look at Wen Zhe, a sinister look flashed across his expression, he raised his hands, and a large black miasma was released from his palms, surrounding Wen Zhe.

"Die!" He shouted briefly, bumped Wen Zhe who was covered in black mist away with his shoulder, and rushed towards the tent door like lightning.

The next moment, a blunt sound as if he stabbed Shen Zheng also appeared in his heart.

"Ouyang He" turned his head in disbelief, and saw Wen Zhe's calm face.

"I don't know how you use poison, but I know you can't use that person." Wen Zhe pulled out his hand and drew out the long sword, letting the blood on the sword drip onto the ground: " The elixir he gave me can cure all kinds of poisons, so I’m really sorry for wasting your hospitality twice.”

When Rong Xuehuai handed over Minghong Qiushui to Wen Zhe in the past, he said, "I use hidden weapons, and I am also skilled in poison." I can still vividly remember.In terms of seniority, age, and proficiency, Rong Xuehuai himself is an expert in using poison, how could he not think about this for Wen Zhe before he set off?

Before leaving, he asked Wen Zhe to take a pill, saying that it could cure all poisons.But with his usual humble style, it is not surprising that this elixir can cure thousands of poisons.

Injured heart, "Ouyang He" immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.Wen Zhe quickly stabbed his limbs, and then tore off the bandage on his face.The wound where the ghost vine juice was splashed was revealed, allowing everyone to see clearly: his face that belonged to Ouyang He was obviously broken, and looking through the corroded gap on the face, his own wound It has almost completely healed.

There was disgust on Wen Zhe's face.Following the gap in the face of "Ouyang He", he carefully loosened the edge with his fingers, and slowly tore off a piece of human skin from the face of this scheming man.

This mask and other camouflage on this person's face were erased, and this "Ouyang He" showed his true form.Shen Zheng pressed the wound with eager eyes: "Wei Lian, where's Ouyang He?"

The monk named Wei Lian coughed up a mouthful of blood while laughing lowly: "His face is on my face, what do you expect him to end up with?"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Wen Zhe, and said indifferently, "You are a complete outsider, how could you call it me?"

"Because what you did was too obvious." Wen Zhe put the sword back into the sheath of Minghong Qiushui, which had dripped with blood: "Qi Hengyuan went crazy several times in a row on the first day, but if you think about it carefully, the so-called 'Snake Grass' was found by you, you said it was in his sachet, I'm afraid it might not be."

"Besides, I just watched you feed him a miasma-removing pill that day. You probably thought that no one would suspect this if you did it generously, and you treated Qi Hengyuan as a completely brainless idiot But just after Xie Mian Dan took it, he took the nest of carnivorous ants as a nest of pheasants, which is too imaginative."

"Of course, these are all details, and I didn't pay attention to them at first. It's just that after being splashed with ghost vine juice, why do you want to wear a pair of gloves with Qi Hengyuan? Qi Hengyuan's wounds are healed, and you don't allow him to take them off. After thinking about it, I can only think that there is some disguise on your face."

Wen Zhe calmly stated his conjecture, and saw the deep hatred in Wei Lian's eyes: "I accidentally found out that you once formed a five-person team, but some people left because of something... The direction was suspicious, so I asked what kind of person is the teammate who left?"

"To my surprise, you seem to be very famous, don't you?" Wen Zhe asked softly, and Wei Lian struggled a bit after hearing this question, his expression was unprecedentedly angry: "Shut up !” he growled.

Wen Zhe ignored Wei Lian's roar, and he slowly told the information he had compiled from Qi Hengyuan: "It seems that the whole academy knows that you are from southern Xinjiang, and you failed in the last step of competing for the position of Holy Son ("I called you Shut up!" Wei Lian almost yelled like crazy.) Good at using poison and some strange things. He's a friend of Ouyang He, uh... Fellow Daoist Shen, I'm sorry, but he has publicly stated that he likes you? "

Shen Zheng cast a disgusted look at Wei Lian: "Yes. I will be ashamed of this from today on."

"This information is enough for me to be sure of everything. Not to mention the flowers you put in the tent today - the aroma of Lingyun flowers and white apricot wine will trigger demons - I told Qi Hengyuan when I saw this bunch of flowers, Did it disrupt your plan again? In the end, although it is very immodest to say this, I still understand formations."

Wen Zhe paused for a moment, observing that the furious expression on Wei Lian's face froze for a moment as if he was stuck, and then continued his own words: "So you originally planned to poison me and throw it on the formation It didn't work. I'm not afraid of your poison, and besides, I recognized that it was a formation that used corpses as sacrifices, so I destroyed it."

Wei Lian's eyes were so cruel that he could wring out poisonous juice.Wen Zhe was not surprised by this at all. In his words just now, he deliberately adopted the content and tone that would most irritate the other party.He is not a provocative person, but Ping Jiangyue did teach him a lot.

This is actually a little bad.Wen Zhe thought, but just because he joined a team, he would be regarded as a sacrifice, and it would be really infuriating to be taken out for no reason to be poisoned and murdered.

Pei Qianmo finally made a sound, which shocked everyone present, because everyone had forgotten his existence before that.

"I know." Pei Qianmo said, in a cold tone that Wen Zhe had never heard from him before: "'Three corpses are sacrificed, and the whole blood is sacrificed', my family's treasure place in the sunset forest You plan to use Sister Shen and the others as sacrifices, and then use all my blood to open that door—are you deliberately approaching me these days just to catch me when the time comes?"

Wei Lian didn't speak, but he didn't refute either.

"I don't know how you know about this place." Pei Qianmo said slowly, "But you miscalculated the most important point: 'It's good to look at and laugh at, Zi Muyu is kind and graceful.'...Only Only women can be called 'mountain ghosts'. For men, there are only characteristics that are ignored by everyone."

His face was extremely pale, and even his voice gradually dropped.But he still resolutely finished the next sentence: "You are planning for nothing, Ouyang... No, I should call you Wei Lian. Even if you pour my blood on it, you can't open the door. Even if you If your plan succeeds, you will get nothing."

Wei Lian became quiet, as if he was listening carefully and reflecting all the information Pei Qianmo revealed.After a while, Wen Zhe thought he had already died like this, and then he broke out into a long series of mournful laughter.

He killed his friend, peeled off his face, deliberately made friends with a foreign race that he could never find, provoked a dude with a strong family background, and was still planning to kill him in his heart—and at a critical moment He did not hesitate to make a move - the woman he likes.

However, now that the matter is approaching and the truth is revealed, he realizes that what he has done is nothing but a huge joke.

I really don't know which is more ironic, to ruin his plan, or to discover that the "door" of the treasure cannot be opened when he is standing in the middle of a pile of dead bodies.

And according to Qi Hengyuan's disclosure, the rumors about him in the academy, combined with the word he slipped when talking with Wen Zhe, it seems that he was a little bit short when the Southern Xinjiang clan competed for the title of Holy Son.

It seems that no matter what he does in his life, he has to be a little bit worse.

At least at this moment, Wen Zhe really felt disgust and a bit of untimely pity for this murderer who had exhausted all his tricks but was destined to get nothing.

Wei Lian's eyes were cloudy, and he looked as if he had gone crazy because of the unacceptable reality. He jumped up suddenly, reached out and grabbed the bag of wine that he had just thrown to Qi Hengyuan, (Wen Zhe took a deep breath of air-conditioning , he had clearly broken this person’s tendons just now) he bit the cork with his teeth and pulled it out, and after spitting out the cork, he took out a few sips of apricot wine with all his might.

Wen Zhe's sword energy had already pierced through the air, piercing the wine sac, but failed to pierce his throat where he swallowed the wine.

Because his eyes have turned dark red, and his hair has also started to turn a bright scarlet color from the ends, and his lips are as bright as if he had just sucked blood.He stretched out his hand to hold the blade indifferently, and let out a roar that diminished his sanity, as if he had suddenly become infinitely powerful.

"He has fallen into a demon." Wen Zhe said briefly, "We have to kill him, or we'll fight him for six hours."