Lord of Puluo

Chapter 32 It’s time to take action

At five o'clock in the morning, Nectarine girl was lying on the ground, vomiting non-stop. She had reached her limit. new

No, I have to go down the mountain... Nectarine girl struggled to get up and left the woods tremblingly.

Since Li Banfeng left, Miss Nectarine also had the idea of going down the mountain, but whenever she saw other people picking flowers, she couldn't bear to leave.

Affected by the poisonous mist, the efficiency of the nectarines dropped sharply. In the past eight hours, she had only picked three serpentia plants, and she spent most of the time resting.

He knew that he was dizzy and it was difficult to even walk, but seeing other people picking flowers made Nectarine feel uncomfortable.

People are like this. When they see others making money, they feel that they have suffered a big loss. They feel that a golden pool is right in front of them, and they can make more money just by gritting their teeth.

But until now, she couldn't bear it anymore.

Walking along the mountain road, I vaguely heard footsteps behind me.

Nectarine was startled, covering the pocket at her waist, and turned back suddenly.

When she turned back, she turned back too sharply, her eyes swayed, and the nectarine fell to the ground.

Someone was indeed chasing after her, it was the little girl Cao Ye.

Cao Ye stepped forward to help Nectarine, took out a small porcelain bottle from her arms, and gave it to Nectarine: Sister, I have Qingliang Powder here. You can take a bite and it will feel better. If you don't believe it, I will take a bite first... …”

Nectarine smiled, took the porcelain bottle, took a sip, rested for a while, and felt much better.

I've eaten a lot of candies and powders from you this day. Sister, I really feel like I owe you a lot. Nectarine opened the bag and took out five snake-flowered flowers. Don't dislike it. Sister, this isn't much. You Just accept it.”

The grass leaf shook his head and said: I picked more than my sister. I have sixty-one plants here. I don't want my sister's. Sister, let's go down the mountain together. I have to rely on my sister to take care of me on the way.

Nectarine pinched Cao Ye's cheek and said with a smile: Let's go together.

The two of them walked down the mountain. After walking for less than an hour, a figure in front blocked their way.

The blade of grass was startled and shrank behind Nectarine.

Nectarine walked through the rivers and lakes, but she was still somewhat calm.

She first observed the condition of the mountain road, and then shouted to the person blocking the road: Brother, do you want to find serpentia? I can show you the way. It is a good place with many beautiful flowers. .”

In the thick fog, the man smiled and said: I think this is a good place now, and I think you two flowers are quite good.

This voice sounds familiar.

Nectarine smiled when he heard this: Brother, you have such a sweet mouth. If you say I am a flower, I will admit it shamelessly. How old is this little girl? At most, you can be considered a flower. Get rid of it?

As she spoke, Nectarine stretched out her hand towards the blade of grass, motioning for her to bring the cooling powder.

After taking a bite of Qingliang Powder, Nectarine's condition improved a little, and she realized that there was no way around this hurdle.

The man took two steps forward, and his shiny head was reflected in the night.

It’s this bald guy again!

I won't argue with you, the bald man wiped the machete, I'll keep the flowers and let you two live.

While he was talking, three more of his followers appeared behind the bald man.

Cao Ye was very scared and tightly covered the bag around her waist.

Nectarine patted her and signaled her not to panic.

Medicine cultivators can't do it, but they should be able to use medicine. I don't know if this girl has any poison.

But why didn't Nectarine listen to the bald head and leave Snakehead Flower behind to save his own life?

Because she has been through the world and knows the kind of people in front of her.

This is a deserted mountain, and they are two women.

Even if they really keep the flowers, they may not be able to save their lives, and they won't simply die.

Nectarine chuckled softly, blinked at the bald head, and said tenderly: Brother, look at what you said. A manly man, you are really willing to bully two weak women like me?

The bald man smiled and said, I'm really reluctant to let go. Let's do this. You two will serve me together. If anyone makes me feel comfortable, I'll reward her with a flower.

Brother, one plant is not enough! If I work harder, can't you reward me more? The nectarine twisted its body, showing its charm among the exquisite bumps.

Especially her voice, like goose feather dipped in honey, brushing back and forth on her spine.

The bald man's heartbeat was speeding up, and so were his three followers'.

You bitch, it turns out that you are Huan Xiu, and you were the one who did it during the day! the bald man spat, Trying this trick with your grandpa? Grandpa wants you to have a taste of it today!

The four people rushed up together, and Nectarine pulled out two short knives from his waist.

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In the grove, the old smoker put the last bit of tobacco leaves in his pipe, lit it, and took two long puffs.

I've counted enough, everyone, see you later. Lao Yanpao picked a total of ninety-one snake-flowered chrysanthemums. Among this group of people, he made the most money.

But he couldn't hold it anymore.

He used smoke oil to protect his throat and filter out a lot of poisonous mist, but after all, he was getting older and had spent nearly twenty hours in the Bitter Mist Mountain, reaching his limit.

As Lao Yanpao stood up and was about to leave, Tiger Boy stepped forward and stopped him: Old man, don't worry, it's still dark, we'll leave later.

Lao Yanpao saw that something was wrong, and looked Hu Gaozi up and down: Why, do you want to do something evil?

Hugaozi smiled and said: Old man, don't be so harsh. We are in a relationship. Shouldn't we take care of each other along the way? You brought so many good flowers down the mountain, and you will definitely find out something along the way. Why don't you leave it to us to keep it for you? , I’ll return it to you after we get down the mountain.”

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Leave it to you for safekeeping? Lao Yanpao smiled, Thank you for your kindness. We met by chance, and this is where our fate ends.

Hubaozi blocked Lao Yanpao's path: Old man, keep your pocket, I really do it for your own good.

The old man sneered: Little calf, I've long seen that you and the guy with glasses are not a good match.

When the bald man came just now, the two of you just said nothing but teased each other, talking about cross talk.

The battle is almost over, and if you two rush over and pretend to be good guys, you and Baldhead must be in the same group!

This is meant for Qin Xiaopang.

Qin Xiaopang stood there dumbly, not knowing why Hubaozi and Lao Yanpao were quarreling.

Hearing what Lao Yanpao said, he somewhat understood.

Lao Yanpao continued: When we were going up the mountain, the bald man robbed us once, and when we got to the place where we were picking flowers, he robbed us again. You pretended to be a good guy, but you actually wanted the bald man to explore our skills.

If we are not good at it, let Baldhead take the lead. If we lose the flowers, we will have to desperately go back to find them. When night comes, you can collect them all.

If our skills are good, you won't let the bald man take action. At night, when we disperse, you will deal with them one by one.

Little fat man, the one who came with you is named Baisha. He is probably dead on the way. Those two girls may also be dead. If we don't take action, we will die in the hands of these two brats.

Hearing this, the little fat man quickly put away his pocket and picked up the axe.

The gold-rimmed man adjusted his glasses, looked at the two of them, and said with a smile: Don't be impulsive, just listen to my advice.

Lao Yanpao, you have good eyesight, but you are too greedy. With your cultivation level, if you go down the mountain early, we will not be able to stop you.

But if you insist on staying up until now, you probably won’t be able to stand still, right?

I can see that you are someone who has been through the world, but this should be your first time going to Kuwu Mountain.

Do you think you can block all the poisonous mist in Bitter Mist Mountain with your puff of smoke oil? If that's the case, Kuwu Mountain will become your Yan Xiu's world!

The old smoker laughed and said: The smoke oil can't block all the poisonous mist, at least it can block most of it. It's still much better than you carrying it until now. If you don't mind, try it.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses sighed, took out a handkerchief and wiped his spectacle lenses: I shouldn't talk to a fool like you, it takes too much effort.

Tiger Boy rushed out with his dagger and said, If you do it, it's over for him. If he wants to die, how can he stop him?

Lao Yanpao looked at Xiaopang.

Qin Xiaopang was still thinking about the right time to take action.

Unexpectedly, Tiger Boy suddenly jumped over and kicked Xiaopang in the face.

Food cultivators, when fed and drunk, have extraordinary physical talents. They can run, fight, are very resistant to being beaten, and have a certain resistance to poisons and the like.

But if you take any talent alone, he is not the best.

Just like being able to play this talent, he is obviously not as good as Hu Gaozi, because Hu Gaozi is a martial arts cultivator.

This kick hit Little Fatty's face, and Little Fatty was unprepared. Tiger Lamb stepped forward and stabbed Little Fatty in the stomach, but Little Fatty barely managed to avoid it.

But he dodged the stab in the stomach and received another punch from Tiger Boy on the chin. The little fat man lost his balance and fell to the ground. Tiger Boy made up for it by kicking him in the face, knocking him unconscious.

Hu Gaozi was about to finish his attack when he suddenly saw a burst of yellow smoke coming behind him.

Huzizi quickly avoided the smoke, and a spark flew into his face again.

Hubaozi and Jin-rimmed Glasses both claimed to be first-level cultivators, but in fact they were just trying to scare people. Neither of them had any level, while Lao Yanpao was a real first-level cultivator.

Gold-rimmed glasses can't deal with Lao Yanpao alone, and Lao Yanpao doesn't give Hu Gaozi a chance to make up for it.

Lao Yanpao admires Little Fatty very much, because when he and Baldhead fought against each other, only Little Fatty actually made a move.

After packing up the gold glasses and tiger boy, you may encounter a bald man when going down the mountain. This little fat guy is also a good helper.

Seeing that he couldn't kill Xiaopang for a while, Tiger Boy quickly besieged Lao Yanpao with Gold-rimmed Glasses. Lao Yanpao used a cigarette pot and a pot of smoke to set fire to them. At first, he had the upper hand against the two of them. Lao Yanpao originally thought he had a bag The two of them could be sorted out in the time it took to smoke.

But when the bag of cigarettes was finished, the old smoker had not won, and his situation was not good.

Without Yan Xiu, his combat power dropped by another level.

The old man fought and retreated, his gold-rimmed glasses waving his folding fan, and his attacks became more and more fierce.

That shouldn't be the case. Gold-rimmed glasses also spent a day in the mountains. Why didn't he look like he was poisoned?

Lao Yanpao was attacked from the front and back by the two men, and with no way out, he spit out the last puff of cigarette he was holding, and the smoke rushed into his face with gold-rimmed glasses like a sharp blade.

The gold-rimmed glasses waved the folding fan and blew away the smoke.

It was useless to blow it away, the smoke was poisonous, so the old smoker sprayed out the poison hidden in the dentures.

Tiger Boy covered his mouth and nose and backed away, tears and snot flowing down his face.

Gold-rimmed glasses coughed twice, but was not affected much.

Lao Yanpao was stunned, why didn't this puff of poisonous smoke knock him down?

Could it be that he is a poisonous cultivator?

broken!

The last puff of cigarette was used up, and the old smoker failed to get a chance to escape.

The folding fan whirred in front of him, which made Lao Yanpao smell a strange fragrance.

not good!

There's poison on his fan!

Lao Yanpao's vision was blurred and he realized that he had been poisoned!