Chapter 43: Poison King appears

"It doesn't matter, do your best." Chen Rufeng pressed Ling Xiaoyu and made him sit on the chair. Ling Xiaoyu has always been careless and serious, as if nothing can bring him up. Unexpectedly, he would fight for the reputation of Tianfeng Gang today, which really moved Chen Rufeng.

Ling Xiaoyu's face was still gloomy, and she lowered her head and sighed, blaming herself for being confused for a moment. Chen Rufeng also saw from the war that Zeyu's internal strength was slightly inferior to Ling Xiaoyu, and his sword moves were superior. At this time, he felt a little at ease. He patted him on the shoulder and treated each other with a smile, indicating that he was absolutely not to blame.

Zeyu took a deep look at Chen Rufeng and Ling Xiaoyu, and seemed to have something to say between his eyebrows. Finally, he walked dryly to his seat and sat down, waiting for the next competition.

Ling Xiaoyu doesn't look like a person who is difficult to recover after being hit. The next scene is the duel between Pei Xinqing and the mysterious golden masked man. Chen Rufeng said a few words and immediately focused his attention on Pei Xinqing. Percy's eyes greeted him and smiled confidently. Chen Rufeng also raised a thumbs up at her and nodded a few times with a smile.

Faxinqing turned to the ring, settled her mind, squeezed her lips and walked forward.

The golden mask man came up early and turned her mysterious face. One eye seemed to look at Peraking with infinite depth. She couldn't help but be stunned, who was already a little tight.

Listening to Perakian Long and Perak Shouyang applauded and encouraged her behind her, Perak Xinqing clenched his fists and stepped on the ring.

The eyes of the golden masked man did not leave her, which aggravated the uneasiness in Perving Qing's heart.

The two stood in the opposite position, and the golden masked man's sleeves drooped down, and a cold breath came from his body, which was stronger than the chill in the air.

pi xin qing also forces the inflammatory spirit in the body, and the skin creates a feeling of heat, which counterbalances and offsets the frost coldness.

The people under the stage can faintly see a pale white debris and a pale red fire debris.

Chen Rufeng suddenly noticed that the brilliance in the eye under the golden mask was very different from what he had seen before, and there was some vague hatred in it.

Thinking of the bizarre death between the man and the golden masked man on that day, Chen Rufeng's pupils were big and he stared at the golden masked man.

"This person's name is Zeng Fan, and he is a master recommended by Bi Xuexuan and Dou Ripai to participate in the Qingshi Martial Arts Hall." Chen Rufeng recalled that Hu Jiu had never said such a thing to him before.

"Bi Xuexuan... Dou Ri Pai..." Chen Rufeng felt more and more ominous in his heart, and he frowned deeply to look at the two people who had secretly compared their inner strength in the ring.

"This golden masked man is not simple." Chen Rufeng intuitively told him that this person was most likely to be the four dispatched people, lurking as a dark needle until now.

When he was about to jump to stop it, the sound of gongs and drums had sounded.

"Fire God Red Flame Fist!" Percy Qing punched very quickly, and everyone intuitively felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the red flame was as strong as a blooming flower, leaving no room for it to burn directly to the golden masked man.

The golden masked man jumped up to avoid being hurt by the most fire in the center of the Huoshen Chiyan fist. For a moment, even the mask was reflected by the firelight, and the remaining strength of the fist was scattered. The golden masked man waved his sleeves like a boat paddle, but the heat passed along the sleeve to his arm, making his whole arm. It feels extremely hot.

Although it is covered by a mask, almost everyone under the stage can detect the painful color of the face under the mask.

Perce Qing used such a fierce boxing, which seemed to be intended to fight quickly and not give his opponent any chance to fight back.

The hot fist strength of the fire god Chiyan's fist changed again. In the layers of flames, a dragon's head rose, and his whole body was covered with inflammation. His eyes were empty and dark. It was the body of the dragon that freed out the flames and opened his mouth to bite the golden masked man.

Yanlong is aggressive and vicious, which makes people think that the golden masked man is about to end up being defeated at this moment.

The man with the golden ring mask suddenly raised his sleeves, and this struggle in front of the dragon that was about to be pressed down seemed ridiculous.

But Chen Rufeng's heart beat violently.

The fire dragon's mouth has been opened to the extreme, only the closed bite.

suddenly, the fire dragon seemed to stop, and its body was still burning, but its mouth seemed to be supported by invisible things and could never be closed.

Faxinqing's face suddenly turned pale, and her fists trembled sharply.

The flame gradually stopped, and the fire dragon faded away.

The whole audience was shocked!

The Xinqing's offensive was completely resolved in silence and color!

"How did he... do it?" A man's voice was shocked and stared at the golden masked man hanging in the air.

"Qing'er..." Chen Rufeng suddenly covered his chest, and his head suddenly seemed to have been hammered down, and the feeling of spinning hit his head.

He clenched his teeth, and another strand of pain surged up in his chest, biting every inch of skin and flesh in his chest. Before he lost consciousness, he saw the heart of the ring kneeling down.

More than that, almost everyone in the ring fell down with a muffled sound at the same time.

Chen Rufeng's eyes blurred, but he could see the golden mask man slowly falling on the ring and gently taking off the mask with one hand. He could not see the face clearly, so he sank his head and fell to one side.

When he woke up again, he found that everyone around him was unconscious, except the man in the ring.

He reluctantly stood up, and the swelling in his head gradually receded, but the pain in his chest became stronger and stronger, which made him just stand up and almost kneel on the ground.

Looking up, I finally saw the face of the man standing in the ring.

Although half of it was immersed in black ash, he still recognized the other half of his white face, but he couldn't imagine that this person would appear here at this moment.

"Wen Taihe..." Chen Rufeng staggered to the edge of the ring. Wen Taihe swept his cold eyes and threw the mask in his hand aside.

On that day, Chen Rufeng defeated the Scorpion Gang in Peijiazhuang. The leader Huang Wujun was poisoned and died. Wen Taihe, Zhu Liuer and Yu Tufang left with Huang Wujun's body, and the Scorpion Gang disappeared in the world from then on.

Wen Taihe looked at Chen Rufeng and suddenly showed hatred and said, "People here have been invaded by my 'sleep poison'. They can't wake up for an hour or two."

Chen Rufeng heard Wen Taihe's words and knew that those who fainted were fine, so he felt a little relieved.

"But..." Wen Taihe looked at the Xinqing lying on the ring with revenge. "She was poisoned by my 'Xuanyin powder'. If there is no antidote for a long time, I'm afraid she will be exhausted."

Chen Rufeng endured the sharp pain in his chest and looked at the heart in confusion.

"Why did you do this? Did Bi Xuexuan and Dou Ri send them to instruct you? Chen Rufeng said angrily. He put one hand on the ring and pulled hard. He also jumped on the ring and half knelt down. He tried hard, but he could only stand half of his body.

Mr. Wen sneered repeatedly and said, "I'm here to avenge you today."

"Are you going to avenge your master?" Chen Rufeng raised his eyebrows and only felt that his chest was pricked with ten thousand needles, but he couldn't resist. His voice trembled and said unsteadily, "What kind of poison did you put on me?"

"I didn't poison you. I didn't even give you a 'sleep poison'. On that day, you defeated my Scorpion Gang openly, and now I will defeat you with dignity and not play evil means. Suddenly, Wen Taihe's eyebrows darked and bowed his head slightly, "This is also my uncle's last wish."

"The last wish?" Chen Rufeng was shocked and didn't expect Yu Tufang's death.

Wen Taihe mentioned his uncle, and the hatred filled his face again. He pointed to the gray and black on his face and stared at Chen Rufeng and said, "Do you know what price did Uncle and Liu Er have paid to make me a great success?"

Hearing Wen Taihe's words, Chen Rufeng has vaguely guessed what the "cost" he said.

Wen Taihe clenched his fists like a stone that was about to burst out, and his eyes were dead. "They... they tried poison with their bodies and gave up their strength to me, so that I could reach the realm of 'poison king', already... already..."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Wen and couldn't bear to go on. Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes and his teeth bit more tightly.

"Why are you so persistent in looking for revenge on me?" Chen Rufeng's fingers were almost embedded in the muscles on his chest, and the pain was still uncontrollable.

Wen Taihe's eyes shot a murderous cold light, and a withered finger appeared in his sleeves, "I can't let Liu Er and Uncle Bai Bai die. So I tried my best to ask for the help of Bi Xuexuan and the Dou Ri faction, so that I could enter the Qingshi Martial Arts Hall and wait for the opportunity. Finally, on this day, no one can stop us now. We can solve the feud between us fairly.

Chen Rufeng spit secretly, "Sure enough, Bi Xuexuan and Dou Ri sent a hand in." Seeing that Wen Taihe is so murderous now, he knows that he is unwilling to give up if he doesn't take his own life. Percy Xinqing was poisoned with Xuanyin in his body, and his chest was severely painful. It can be said that he was in great danger.

"As long as I beat you, will you give me the antidote to Xuanyin?" Chen Rufeng tried his best to straighten his waist, and his eyes forced Wen Taihe's murderous eyes fearlessly.

Wen Tai and sneered, "Natural. If you lose, I want you to try the feeling of watching important people die in front of you.

Chen Rufeng pressed his chest, and his breathing became more and more rapid. A disordered breath kept hitting his chest, as if he was about to break through the skin.

The pressure from several parties came at the same time. He pulled out the angry sword and had to fight as hard as he could anyway.

All the people have fainted, and there are only two people standing in the competition field of the Qingshi Martial Arts Hall.

Sweating like rain, reluctantly lifting the angry sword, Wen Taihe's expression became more and more ferocious.

Under the skylight, a large area of the ring was illuminated, and even the floor of the ring became bright, as if it had fallen into the white snow.

Chen Rufeng held a sword in one hand and pressed his chest with one hand. His face was pale and half bent down. Compared with Wen Taihe, he was really like a wounded soldier facing a general.