Chapter 8 Poison Saint

"Master, master, are you serious?" His little face turned red with excitement.

"Of course it's true. Take me there!" Jiang Ming said seriously, "I won't joke about this kind of thing."

The little Taoist priest Yusheng was shocked and immediately said, "Yes, master, I'm too excited. I'm too excited to say something wrong. I'll take you there!"

Then, Yu Sheng took Jiang Ming to the Iron Fist Gate. To put it well, it is a sect, but in fact, it is a group of hooligans who have a little strength and bully the people all day long. The rudder of the Iron Fist Gate is a huge mansion decorated with golden decoration and full of tack. The plaque with the three big words Iron Fist Gate hanging at the door is cast of pure gold, but the three words of the iron 'Iron Fist Gate' on it are very good.

These three pens are completed in one go. Each line makes people clearly feel the sonorous and powerful when the author writes. Every subtle outline is full of atmosphere, which invisibly reveals a desecre majesty, giving people a sense of sacrosanctity.

"Hey, these words are good, but I don't know which master wrote them! But it's no longer necessary."

I don't know who wrote the three words 'Iron Fist Gate'. There is a transcendent and majestic momentum on it, obviously a person in a high position, and there is a faint pressure that surprises Jiang Ming. However, after calculating the approximate strength of the practitioners of the ancient martial arts mainland, Jiang Ming's scruples in his heart are much smaller. Moreover, this time he vowed to avenge for his victory. This time, it would be too humiliating to shock a few words and escape from the battle.

Immediately, Jiang Ming stretched out his hand and pointed out a light to shoot at the plaque, which was as sharp as a sword, but when he touched the plaque, the majestic three words 'iron fist gate' on the golden plaque suddenly burst into endless golden light, and the breath of terror spread like a tide, and there was a faint trend of dragon and tiger.

"Hey, what kind of climate can be achieved with just a wisp of ideas?" Jiang Ming smiled, and his fingertips glowed deeper and pushed forward hard. That wisp of black suddenly penetrated layers of golden light, like the light of destruction from a different dimension.

"Boom!"

After a thunderous sound, the golden plaque exploded into debris all over the sky, and the door of the iron fist door also fell down and turned into a broken wall.

"Who dares to come to the Iron Fist Gate? Do you want to die?" Suddenly, a low and huge roar like a tiger roar came from the iron fist door, and then several figures swept out like cheetahs, looking at the devastated facade, one by one angry and full of murder.

The leader is a big man with a very scary appearance, as if he were possessed by a ghost, and his whole body was full of a kind of anger. His fists are very distinctive, very huge, and one fist is comparable to the size of three ordinary adults. And her fists were slightly silvery white, emitting a metallic light, like a pair of fine iron fists. Behind him were several people, one of whom wore a cyan robe, an eagle hooked nose, and the middle-aged man with twinkling eyes seemed to be the highest status among the crowd, second only to the big man and the closest to the big man.

"Who are you two? How dare you be wild here? How dare you break my door plaque? The big man roared, put out his tongue and scraped his lower lip, rubbing his fists and eager to try.

"Come and kill!" Jiang Ming's tone was light, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with everyone and himself.

"You are so arrogant..." The big man's face was angry, and a mass of true energy burned on himself, and the murderous intention filled his chest. He raised his fist and was about to bombard Jiang Ming.

"Wait a minute!" At this moment, the eagle-hook-nosed man with a cold expression pulled the big man. He patted his hand and said, "Let me do it!"

The big man snorted, nodded reluctantly, and then looked up and stared at Jiang Ming fiercely, his eyes full of cold murder and mockery.

Unexpectedly, the next scene shocked him. The green-robed eagle hook-nosed man walked to Jiang Ming and saluted respectfully and said, "Senior, I don't know how this iron fist has provoked you? How about I make amends for my predecessors on behalf of Iron Fist? I hope the senior doesn't care about him.

"Who are you?" Jiang Ming's expression was full of jokes.

The man in green robe lowered his head respectfully, his expression remained unchanged, and said faintly, "The master is the poison saint of the poisonous sect. Presumably the seniors know it. I hope to give the younger generation a face. The younger generation will definitely let the iron fist gate show enough sincerity!"

"Hey!" Jiang Ming's expression looked a little cold, and he smiled and said, "Are you using the poison saint to oppress me?"

"No, the senior has thought too much, and the younger generation never means that." The expression of the man in green robe was indifferent and did not mean any tension. The reason why he made such a gesture was that he saw Jiang Ming break the plaque with one hand and didn't want to make more enemies. He expected that no matter how strong Jiang Ming was, he was not much better than himself. If he moved out of the name of his master, he would definitely It can shock him.

But his abacus was miscalculated. Looking at the indifferent expression of the man in the green robe, a nameless fire rose in Jiang Ming's heart. In addition, at this moment, he said in Jiang Ming's ear that the culprit who killed his mother was the poison in this mouth. Jiang Ming suddenly sighed in his heart: Sure enough, the road was narrow, and he slapped the man in the green robe on the face with a sneer. The man in the green robe suddenly flew backwards, his teeth fell off and the blood splashed into the sky.

"What a narrow road for enemies. I didn't expect that today I just wanted to find some appetizers, but I came across a plate of main dishes. Your poisonous saint killed my apprentice's mother, but you made me look at his face. It's really funny..." Jiang Ming smiled, but his eyes were as cold as a sharp knife.

"Pre-senior, there may be some misunderstandings!" When Jiang Ming slapped him in the face, the determination in the man's heart in the green robe suddenly disappeared and turned into panic. When he heard that there was a hatred between the two, a trace of fear appeared on his face. He was afraid that Jiang Ming would kill him on the spot, trying to explain and muddle through.

Jiang Ming smiled coldly and said, "When I'm a three-year-old child? Even if you say smallpox today, don't want to muddle through. I'm here to kill people today!"

"Containment!"

Jiang Ming stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, and the invisible space force squeezed over like a ubiquitous space. Everyone was suppressed by death in their frightened eyes and could not move.

"What do you want to do? Don't you really want to kill all? The man in green robe was afraid and roared. Now he is the only one who is strong and speaks when he is suppressed, and others can't say anything, just like a sculpture.

"Kill it all? So what?"

Listening to Jiang Mingfeng's light words, the man in green robe felt his bones and cold in the bottom of his heart. He roared, "You can't kill me. My master is a poisonous saint. His actions are extremely mysterious, vicious, and unpredictable. Ordinary saints are extremely afraid of him. If you hurt me, you will definitely If you will be targeted by my master, you will definitely die!"

"Ha ha..." Suddenly, a gentle smile sounded like a gentle smile came from the sky.

Jiang Ming was shocked and looked up. He saw that the void was scattered like a wave of water, like a door, an old and rickety, but full of peace, and an old man with a vague face appeared in the sky. The old man is extremely mysterious, and his words and deeds are as if they are at peace with the way of heaven.

"Teacher, master? Is that you? Help me, help me!" When the man in green robe saw this figure, his whole body trembled with excitement and shouted for help.

Jiang Ming looked at the figure with no expression on his face and asked, "Are you the master of Wan Poison?" This is different from what he imagined. In his imagination, the owner of Wandu should be a ferocious, purulent and poisonous old monster.

"Ha..." Another kind smile. The man did not answer Jiang Ming's words, but said to the man in green robe, "I heard what you said just now. I really don't know if you are praising me or scolding me. What do you think I should do?"

The man's face changed greatly, and his eyes were full of extreme panic, as if he had seen a ghostly, and roared hurriedly: "Master, Master, I was too anxious just now. That was an unintentional mistake. I have absolutely no disrespectful to you, absolutely not! Master spares his life, Master spares his life."

"People are often right and wrong!" The man whispered and stretched out his hand to point. A dirty greenness suddenly appeared in the void, but the next second it disappeared. The green-robed Taoist let out a sad scream. His whole body turned into blood, and the clothes on his body turned directly into nothingness.

Jiang Ming's heart was slightly shocked, and these methods were simply too strange to prevent. His eyes suddenly narrowed into a line, and the cold light burst out, staring at the master of Wandu and whispered, "Are you a demonstration? Do you want to fight?

"World War I? No, no, young people nowadays are too cruel. I know that my grandson will die today, so I simply let him die in my hands and suffer less! If it falls into your hands, I'm afraid he will die than death. The voice of the master of Wandu is still peaceful, and there is even a trace of unpredictable smile in it.

"Hmm! Fake mercy." Jiang Ming snorted coldly and looked quite disdainful. Old man, do you dare to fight with me now?"

"Oh? World War I? For your little apprentice?" Wandu's master smiled and said without saying, "I think you came to Qingming this town for 'Xianzang' this time! If it's for a little resentment, the battle of anger fights with me here and hurts my vitality. I'm afraid that Xianzang will be unable to do it on the day it opens. But if you insist on fighting, I can play with you!" The owner of Wandu Gate stood with his hands behind his hands, his head was slightly Yang, and his whole body was full of great self-confidence.

"Play? You are very confident." Jiang Ming sneered and felt very unhappy. Since his practice, he has not suffered losses in the hands of his peers. This poison master is an unattainable saint in the eyes of the people of the ancient martial arts continent, but in Jiang Ming's eyes, he is just a cave virtual monk of his own level. What right is he to publicize in front of him?

Boom!

Jiang Ming did not want to show weakness, and the momentum of his whole body suddenly burst out, like the falling of the nine-sky stars, the indescribable weight and continuousness, and the void was constantly distorted, reorganized and twisted.

"I am very interested in Xianzang in your mouth. On the day when Xianzang was born, if you want to, I will have fun with you!" Jiang Ming's eyes were full of evil spirits, and he returned the words of the master of Wandu without moving back.

A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the master of the Poison Gate, and immediately praised: "Sure enough, there will be a battle between us when heroes come out of youth. But you should be careful. Maybe an old man will come to trouble you soon, hahaha..."

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