Zhou Xuan ignored him, and if others wanted to relieve the poison, they naturally had to find the person who shot the needle in the cauldron.

At this time, Mu Wanqing felt that the tripod under her feet could not be shaken, and it seemed that the man wanted to drill out. She silently pressed on the stone, probably because of the gravity of a thousand pounds. If the man wanted to drill out of the tripod, if he didn't break the tripod with a sword and a sword, he would have to lift the stone and Mu Wanqing with the power of his waist and back.

The people in the tripod kept moving their power, but they could not move Mu Wanqing, who was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

I felt that the cauldron cover was tilted twice again, and suddenly the person in the cauldron was no longer moving. Mu Wanqing knew that he was being lucky and was about to break out of the cauldron in one fell swoop. He immediately relaxed his feet, but his right palm secretly used his strength. However, after a while, the person in the cauldron still did not move, as if he had already been suffocated.

The sound of shouting around was even louder.

Some of the disciples with relatively low skills in each cave island could not bear the numbness and itch. They were rolling underground, and even hitting their heads against stones and punching their chests with fists. The scene was very terrifying. But seven or eight people shouted in unison.

"Take out the Sang Tu Gong, pull him out, and get the antidote!"

Amid the shouts, more than ten people turned red and rushed towards Mu Wanqing at the same time.

Mu Wanqing's left foot covered the tripod, and her body jumped up lightly. She was about to sit towards the horizontal pine tree when suddenly a hissing sound was heard, and silver light flashed in the slant, and hundreds of fine needles shot at her.

This incident happened so suddenly that the Sang Tu Duke who fired the poison needle was still in the cauldron. The power of the poison needles was so large that it was obviously from the mechanical sacred and not human power. Could it be that the Sang Tu Duke's accomplices were hiding beside him and then slaughtered?

At this time, Mu Wanqing was in mid-air and could not dodge. At this extremely urgent moment, she shook her right sleeve and leveraged her force in mid-air like a sail. Her body floated three feet to the left. At the same time, the sleeve of her right hand floated up, and a soft and thick internal force was emitted, raising hundreds of poisonous needles into the sky.

My body was like a big light kite floating down leisurely.

Although the stars and moons in the sky were light, the lanterns and torches were illuminated very brightly. Everyone saw Mu Wanqing gliding freely in the air, and they were all shocked. Amid the screams of roar, a burst of spring thunder sounded, covering up a shrill and harsh yelling.

Mu Wanqing was in mid-air, but her eyes were staring at the origin of the cow's hairy needles. Her body fell about meter away from the ground. Her left foot supported her on a trunk that spanned the air and rushed to the right with the force.

She floated and slowly when she landed, but this time she rushed out like a hawk. A strong wind swept across, and her feet stepped onto the head of a short fat man next to the rock. It turned out that her eyes were covering the audience when she was in mid-air. Seeing the guy holding a small tripod in his arms, she acted to fire again.

The short man was slippery and moved quickly, and rolled underground like a ball.

Mu Wanqing stepped on the air, slapped her with a slam, hitting the other party's back. The short man was about to stand up, but he slapped the palm and fell to the ground. He stood up tremblingly, shook his knees softened, and sat down to the ground.

More than ten people around shouted.

"Mr. Sangtu, take the antidote, get the antidote!"

Hug over to him.

Mr. Sang Tu held his left hand underground and wanted to stand up, but he was injured very much, and he was unable to do so after all.

A man reached out and grabbed his shoulder. As soon as his five fingers grabbed his shoulder, his fingers and palms were in pain immediately. He shrank his hands and saw that his palms were bleeding. It turned out that the short man had a poisonous needle with a needle tip facing outwards.

Zhou Xuan ignored him, and if others wanted to relieve the poison, they naturally had to find the person who shot the needle in the cauldron.

At this time, Mu Wanqing felt that the tripod under her feet could not be shaken, and it seemed that the man wanted to drill out. She silently pressed on the stone, probably because of the gravity of a thousand pounds. If the man wanted to drill out of the tripod, if he didn't break the tripod with a sword and a sword, he would have to lift the stone and Mu Wanqing with the power of his waist and back.

The people in the tripod kept moving their power, but they could not move Mu Wanqing, who was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

I felt that the cauldron cover was tilted twice again, and suddenly the person in the cauldron was no longer moving. Mu Wanqing knew that he was being lucky and was about to break out of the cauldron in one fell swoop. He immediately relaxed his feet, but his right palm secretly used his strength. However, after a while, the person in the cauldron still did not move, as if he had already been suffocated.

The sound of shouting around was even louder.

Some of the disciples with relatively low skills in each cave island could not bear the numbness and itch. They were rolling underground, and even hitting their heads against stones and punching their chests with fists. The scene was very terrifying. But seven or eight people shouted in unison.

"Take out the Sang Tu Gong, pull him out, and get the antidote!"

Amid the shouts, more than ten people turned red and rushed towards Mu Wanqing at the same time.

Mu Wanqing's left foot covered the tripod, and her body jumped up lightly. She was about to sit towards the horizontal pine tree when suddenly a hissing sound was heard, and silver light flashed in the slant, and hundreds of fine needles shot at her.

This incident happened so suddenly that the Sang Tu Duke who fired the poison needle was still in the cauldron. The power of the poison needles was so large that it was obviously from the mechanical sacred and not human power. Could it be that the Sang Tu Duke's accomplices were hiding beside him and then slaughtered?

At this time, Mu Wanqing was in mid-air and could not dodge. At this extremely urgent moment, she shook her right sleeve and leveraged her force in mid-air like a sail. Her body floated three feet to the left. At the same time, the sleeve of her right hand floated up, and a soft and thick internal force was emitted, raising hundreds of poisonous needles into the sky.

My body was like a big light kite floating down leisurely.

Although the stars and moons in the sky were light, the lanterns and torches were illuminated very brightly. Everyone saw Mu Wanqing gliding freely in the air, and they were all shocked. Amid the screams of roar, a burst of spring thunder sounded, covering up a shrill and harsh yelling.

Mu Wanqing was in mid-air, but her eyes were staring at the origin of the cow's hairy needles. Her body fell about meter away from the ground. Her left foot supported her on a trunk that spanned the air and rushed to the right with the force.

She floated and slowly when she landed, but this time she rushed out like a hawk. A strong wind swept across, and her feet stepped onto the head of a short fat man next to the rock. It turned out that her eyes were covering the audience when she was in mid-air. Seeing the guy holding a small tripod in his arms, she acted to fire again.

The short man was slippery and moved quickly, and rolled underground like a ball.

Mu Wanqing stepped on the air, slapped her with a slam, hitting the other party's back. The short man was about to stand up, but he slapped the palm and fell to the ground. He stood up tremblingly, shook his knees softened, and sat down to the ground.

More than ten people around shouted.

"Mr. Sangtu, take the antidote, get the antidote!"

Hug over to him.

Mr. Sang Tu held his left hand underground and wanted to stand up, but he was injured very much, and he was unable to do so after all.

A man reached out and grabbed his shoulder. As soon as his five fingers grabbed his shoulder, his fingers and palms were in pain immediately. He shrank his hands and saw that his palms were bleeding. It turned out that the short man had a poisonous needle with a needle tip facing outwards.

Mr. Sang Tu held his left hand underground and wanted to stand up, but he was injured very much, and he was unable to do so after all.
Chapter completed!