Although the assassin was killing, his eyes seemed to be shining with sarcastic light, as if he was watching someone go to hell with him. Just then, a scream came from behind the crowd: "He, his dagger is poisonous!"

Everyone was shocked and looked back. They saw a middle-aged man with a pale face. He covered a wound on his left arm with his right hand. It was obviously because he was stabbed by the assassin just now. The toxicity on the dagger was very fierce. After a while, the man was sweating profusely and was hunching his waist and was about to vomit. A person next to him hurriedly supported him and raised his head and shouted, "Is there any antidote? Save my elder brother!" When the heroes of the world rushed forward, they were injured by the dagger in the assassin's hand because of the crowd.

Several people quickly checked their injuries, and they were all panicked. Not long after, several injured people showed symptoms of poisoning, all of whom were pale and sweating. Other heroes from the southeast also changed their faces. The people in the world used all kinds of poisons, and they had no choice but to do anything for a while. Some people were secretly glad that they did not rush in front just now. More people turned their eyes to Zhao Xingde, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, who was the first person to be stabbed by a poisonous dagger.

"General Zhao!" Shi Jingkui's face changed drastically. He had never seen any symptoms of poisoning. Du Chujiao hurriedly cut off Zhao Xingde's robe, and saw that there was a slight redness and swollenness near the wound. Shi Jingkui pressed his wound with his hand, constantly squeezed out blood, and asked in a low voice: "Do you feel it? How do you feel?"

"Fortunately," Zhao Xingde looked at the assassin's body and said in a low voice, "Search his body!"

"Quick!" Lu Mingyu, who rushed over after hearing the news, hurriedly said, "Search for the assassin's body, there is an antidote, and also search for his residence." He walked to Zhao Xingde and asked anxiously, "Mr. Zhao?"

"I'm fine." Zhao Xingde nodded and looked at the soldiers searching for the assassin. The assassin seemed to have known he would die before, and the things he carried were extremely simple. Except for a little bit of silver money, there was no pill like an antidote. Du Chujiao searched the assassin twice, and even took off his shoes, but he still found nothing.

At this time, several injured people in the martial arts world had a more intense toxic attack. Some were weak, some held their necks with their hands, and some were like a knife. Lu Mingyu's face was gloomy and clear. He looked at the poisoned martial arts world, and sometimes looked at Zhao Xingde, as if he was about to become like that soon. Du Chujiao and others searched for the assassin, stood up disappointedly, and looked at Zhao Xingde with worry. However, Zhao Xingde himself only felt a little numb and itchy in the wound, as if he was bitten by an ordinary poisonous insect.

He looked at the few injured people lying on the ground not far away, and each of them had relatives and friends around. The friends of the injured were like headless flies, some were anxious, some were full of grief and anger, and some asked people everywhere if they had any medicine for interpretation. "These men from the world have never known each other, and they were all injured for Zhao." Zhao Xingde's eyes were covered with a layer of haze, and he felt a little uneasy when he had not reacted to poisoning.

At this time, Liu Heng walked up and whispered: "Brother Lu, the assassin's house did not find the antidote, but instead a mountain marker broke out, almost biting our brother." Lu Mingyu's eyes sterned and shouted: "So treacherous!" He only said that the assassin was sinister and planned that someone would find the antidote from him and his residence, so he deliberately ambushed such a poisonous snake and wanted to kill him after his death. After hearing this, the leaders of the water camp standing next to him shook their heads and cursed the assassin, wishing to pull out the knife and remove his body from the eight pieces to relieve his hatred.

"Crossing Mountain Bird?" Zhao Xingde was stunned. He seemed to have some realization. Some thoughts flashed through his mind. He couldn't help but think. The "Crossing Mountain Bird" in the south said that it was moving like lightning when biting people, which was hard to guard against. Instead, the "flat-necked snake" in the Western Regions said that its neck was flat. The two names actually refer to the same snake. "Didn't it say," Zhao Xingde felt the numbness and it recalled the feeling of being injured by a poisonous crossbow in Kangguo. "Didn't it be that the assassin's dagger was dipped in a flat-necked snake. "Didn't it be that the assassin's dagger was also a flat-necked snake. "Didn't it be that the assassin's dagger was dipped in a flat-necked snake. "

venom?" Zhao Xingde thought secretly. When he was in Liaodong, in order to deal with the Liao army, he also ordered his craftsmen to try to use various poisons to make poisonous arrows. Unfortunately, most poisons are not strong enough to reach the point of blood-sealing throat. A few extremely toxic poisons, such as twofish toxin, venom toxin, and venom toxin. After taking out the venom, even if they are carefully preserved, they will soon become invalid. Therefore, whether it is the Hassan scholar or the assassin, they can only bring the poisonous snakes around so that they can collect fresh venom to use at any time.

"Brother, brother, wake up!" A sad cry came from his ears, and several injured people were already unconscious. Zhao Xingde's face darkened, thinking of Chunyu Shang who died on the Western Expedition. "The venom of a flat-necked snake is almost cured. If this is the case, it is better to treat a dead horse as a living horse." Zhao Xingde knew that after being bitten by a poisonous snake, the most effective way was to inject anti-toxic serum in time. He pondered for a moment, his face turned firm, and said to Lu Mingyu: "Please take a few silver bowls, find a silver needle for acne, prepare a clean room, set the stove, and immediately use a clean copper pot to cook a large pot of boiling water."

"Ah?" Lu Mingyu was stunned. "It's too late to explain," Zhao Xingde's face was normal, but he added: "It's important to save people, hurry up!" Seeing that he was not talking nonsense, Lu Mingyu hurriedly said to Liu Heng and others: "Have you heard Mr. Zhao's words? Why don't you go quickly, hurry up! Go quickly!" Liu Heng, Xia Maoer and others rushed to handle these things. Lu Mingyu looked at Zhao Xingde nervously again, but saw that he frowned deeply, as if he was worried about something.

The acne syringe mentioned by Zhao Xingde was passed down from Xia Kingdom more than a hundred years ago. The syringe is mostly made of pure silver. The pus from the acne is taken out from people who have had smallpox but are not serious, and then diluted with steam water. Injected into the body of people who do not have acne, can prevent smallpox from occurring. This method of acne is a great merit for the world. Therefore, syringes are provided in places where people are densely populated.

"Please carry the injured to the clean room first." Zhao Xingde whispered, "I have a way, maybe I can save it, maybe I can't."

"Yes." Lu Mingyu was delighted. He remembered the abilities of Zhao Xingzhi in the world. He immediately ordered, "Hurry up, carry them to the clean room. Mr. Zhao will use his trick to save people!" At this time, several injured people either fainted or talked nonsense. When many discerning people saw this, they were incurable and were about to die. After hearing Lu Mingyu's words, he couldn't help but be suspicious. The relatives and friends of the injured seemed to have caught a life-saving straw.

Several people rushed over and were about to kowtow to thank him, but Zhao Xingde said first: "I am not sure about this method. It's just because the situation forces me to try it. Maybe there is still some danger. If all relatives and friends who don't want to take risks, Zhao will not force them." He looked like water and sighed, "This snake venom is so fierce that time cannot be delayed. Or can't be done? You must make a decision quickly!" The relatives and friends of the injured suddenly became confused again, and looked at Zhao Xingde with no joke. After all, he was a person who was desperate for years and licked blood at the knife. Thinking that one's life is better than ten deaths. Most people thought, "What kind of person is Mr. Zhao? How could he joke about his reputation? He said he could save it, that's because there is still some hope." So, after hesitating for a moment, these relatives and friends agreed to move the injured into the clean room and Zhao Xingde used his skills to save people.

Because the clean room is narrow, no idle people are allowed to enter. Those who heard the news soon gathered thousands of people outside the clean room, whispering to each other while waiting for Zhao Xingde to use his skills to save people. "Mr. Zhao really has a way?" Someone wondered. "Maybe, if Mr. Zhao does not have a magical technique, how can he be a former military advisor of the Holy Sect?" "Isn't it even summoned Liu Ding and Liu Jia? The little snake venom is enough to capture it." Everyone said good chanting and praying, and their hearts and faces.

But the above was full of doubts. Cove Mountain Biao is the most poisonous snake, and the middle one is beyond cure. These men from the rivers and lakes who have been in the water and forests all year round are clearly clear. Deng Yuanjue stood in the crowd with a calm face, but his heart was extremely confused. In order to absorb the church, the people in the Ming Cult deliberately practiced medical skills and used herbal medicine as talisman water to the believers. He was so familiar that he could not be familiar with it anymore. It was just that he looked at Zhao Xingde's method, but this was not the case. Even if Master Fang reborn, there was no cure for the snake venom of Cove Mountain Biao.

"It's a strange thing to be poisoned and safe. Can you save people?" Deng Yuanjue thought, "What kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?" He looked at the clean room and saw that the door was closed, Xia Maoer, Liu Zheng and others were guarding the door with swords. There was no movement inside, and there was an indescribable mystery.

In the clean room, Zhao Xingde stared at the injured with a serious face. After these delays, almost all of these people lost consciousness. Some of their cheeks were flushed, some were trembling, and some were talking nonsense. Each injured person had a relative and friend taking care of him. Lu Mingyu, Liu Heng, Du Chujiao and others stood beside Zhao Xingde. Everyone looked anxious, and they didn't know how Mr. Zhao was going to perform the trick.

The copper pot was already cooking silver syringes and silver bowls, and water vapor continued to rise.

"Okay," Zhao Xingde seemed to have made up his mind, rolled up his right sleeve, and said to Du Chujiao: "Give me the syringe." Du Chujiao did not dare to be negligent, and immediately took out the silver syringe, let it cool down a little, and handed it to Zhao Xingde, and he retreated to the side himself. Everyone in the room opened their eyes wide and looked at Zhao Xingde. He saw that he did not hesitate at all, and used the syringe to thrust the veins raised on his arms and stabbed it. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and said to Du Chujiao: "Please use your hand and get a syringe blood out."

"Mr. Zhao!" Lu Mingyu and others exclaimed, Du Chujiao was stunned. Zhao Xingde's face darkened and shouted, "Blowing Kok!" Du Chujiao did not dare to disobey his orders, so he took a step forward and stabilized his mind first. Then he held the syringe with his left hand and slowly pulled the silver rod at the back end of the syringe with his right hand to the end.
Chapter completed!