Chapter 143 The Vitality of the Seventh Family

"Hahaha... this kid, I am completely convinced!"

On the main platform, Xie Tianyang slapped the stone table in front of him fiercely, and laughed endlessly: "Looking at the entire Tianyu Empire, no matter how you say this poisonous hand medicine king, he can be regarded as an important figure. I never thought that here, he would be treated so miserably." You can see how sad he looks like he wants to cry but can't cry and get angry. My son, I feel a little pity for him."

"This kid is so fucking inhuman, how could he treat the old man like this, hahaha..." Xie Tianyang was about to smile while scolding Zhuo Fan.

Long Jiu and Jian Suifeng looked at each other, and they all smiled. But looking at Zhuo Fan's eyes, there was only admiration.

Solanum nigrum and Long Jie looked at each other, and then at Zhuo Fan, with more complex expressions in their eyes.

At the same age, they were still born in Qianlong Pavilion, a super-first-class family in Tianyu. But so far, it was nothing more than helping the elders in the sect.

However, Zhuo Fan, who was born as a servant of a third-rate family, has already fought against the most famous person in Tianyu, and he is always in the upper hand, becoming famous throughout Tianyu.

The same people, how could the gap be so big?

Peony host and blue and white host, looking at the thin figure below who seems to have completely controlled the overall situation, they were already too shocked to speak.

The two of them have personally experienced the cruelty and insidiousness of the Poisonous Hand Medicine King. Facing the old man alone at that time, they seemed to feel that they might not be able to defeat the combined forces of the entire Huayulou.

But today in front of Zhuo Fan, the old man seemed to be a puppet, being played by this mysterious man over and over again, but there was nothing he could do.

The miserable appearance of wanting to cry without tears, let alone seeing each other, probably they would never be able to imagine it for the rest of their lives. Is this still the sinister, vicious, arrogant and domineering drug king, Yan Song?

Swallowing with difficulty, the two landlords, Mudan and Qinghua, looked at each other and exchanged glances. Finally, the landlord of Qinghua came to Long Jiu, bowed gracefully, and asked: "Uncle Jiu, don't give me any more We are playing charades. Who is this fake Song Yu? Could it be a son of some noble family, or even an inner disciple of a certain sect traveling?"

Gently stroking his beard, Long Jiu pondered for a while, but shook his head with a light smile, his eyes were also full of confusion: "Aristocratic family? Hehehe... His family is no more than the light of a firefly, so it really doesn't deserve it." The word Shangshijia. As for the sect... well, I have never heard of it. In short, this kid is full of insoluble mysteries!"

"You don't even know Uncle Nine?" The landlord Mudan was startled, and came to the two of them, wondering, "Then why do you trust him so much?"

"Trust? Hmph, it's out of the question!"

At this time, Xie Tianyang snorted softly, and said with a sneer: "Even if I trust anyone, I can't trust him! You have never seen the true face of this kid. A second ago, he hooked shoulders with you and called him a brother. The next moment I'll sell you in seconds, turning your face is faster than flipping a book. If you really trust him completely, you probably won't even know how to die by then."

Speaking of this, Xie Tianyang seemed to recall the past again, and a deep fear flashed in his eyes: "You would never have imagined that there would be such a ruthless person in the world. Now I think of that dismissive attitude when he betrayed Ning'er. When you smile, and look in cold eyes, there will be an inexplicable coolness in your heart!"

Can't help but tremble, both Mudan and Qinghua can tell that Xie Tianyang is not lying. But if this person is really so vicious, how can he be respected by Long Jiu and others?

Xiao Dandan also seemed to be dissatisfied with Xie Tianyang's accusation of Zhuo Fan, so he couldn't help saying angrily: "You always say that my husband is your friend, but you slander him like this behind his back, isn't it also a kind of betrayal?"

"I slandered him? Hahaha... What I'm saying is the truth. And he doesn't deny it." Xie Tianyang shook his head helplessly and laughed loudly, "Actually, I admire him the most. He's not hypocritical!"

"Then how can you still treat such a person as a friend?" The landlord Mudan was startled, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Everyone looked at each other and laughed loudly: "Hahaha...how can this not be friends?"

Hearing this, the blue-and-white landlord felt a little dazed. These people obviously didn't trust that person, and even knew that he was not a good person, but why did they seem to rely on him so much?

As if he was a true friend, as if you were entrusted with him, you would be at ease, isn't this contradictory?

As if seeing her doubts, Xie Tianyang smiled slightly and said: "Lord Qinghua, trust and whether it is worth entrusting are two different things. Although he is not a trustworthy friend, he is definitely a brother worthy of entrusting. Just because he has This strength!"

Xie Tianyang pointed down, the unkempt and disheveled drug king, and said indifferently: "How would you deal with this old guy if our untrustworthy friend didn't show up today?"

The body did not feel the shock, the blue and white host and the peony host only understood what he meant at this moment.

It is not because this mysterious young man is trustworthy that the survival of Huayulou is entrusted to him. But apart from him, no one else can shoulder this important task!

Leaning leaning on the stone chair, Xie Tianyang looked at Zhuo Fan's eyes below, and felt a lot softer: "Now you know why we all trust this most untrustworthy friend. Because only he is the most worthy of us." Entrust."

"If it weren't for him, I'm afraid I would lose the person I love the most in this life. So I feel like I can't pay back this favor in this life. So at that banquet, when he spoke, I

Without further ado, at the risk of bringing disaster to the Jianhou Mansion, I support you Huayulou! "

As soon as this remark came out, the two landlords were even more shocked.

It turned out that in that banquet, Jianhou Mansion and Qianlong Pavilion unanimously supported them, not because of Huayulou's face, but because of the help brought in by this kid.

For a moment, both of them laughed wryly.

Unexpectedly, Huayulou, as one of the seven imperial families, has been in business for thousands of years, but it can't be as effective as a word from a brat. If grandma is still alive, with her old stubborn temper, she must die of anger again.

Ah Choo!

On the first alchemy platform off the court, Zhuo Fan sneezed for no reason, this time it was real.

Can't help but touch his nose, Zhuo Fan has doubts in his heart. Fuck, who is speaking ill of Lao Tzu behind his back.

At this time, he looked at the drug king who was already in a daze in front of him, and he cursed in his heart. It must be the old man, scolding himself in his heart. Just wait, I will kill you in a while.

Squinting his eyes slightly, a killing intent flashed in Zhuo Fan's pupils.

But this time, he wronged the old man. Ever since Poison Hand Yaowang failed in alchemy for the second time, besides the initial anger, it was because of anxiety that his mind went blank.

Those who can enter the third round this time are all famous alchemy masters. Even if they are not as good as his poisonous hand medicine king, their alchemy skills are still very good.

He can still catch up with the speed of dropping a pill. But now that he has dropped the speed of two pills, it is absolutely impossible to catch up.

Thinking of this, he was really like an ant on a hot pan, jumping his feet anxiously. But the more anxious I was, the more I couldn't think of a way.

Seeing this, Zhuo Fan sneered in his heart, but he had already expected it.

In fact, the timing when Zhuo Fan interrupted his alchemy twice was already calculated, and it was at the moment when the alchemy was about to be completed. In this way, it happened to consume the most of his alchemy time.

Even if Zhuo Fan stopped interfering with his alchemy for the third time, at his speed, he would never be able to catch up.

It can be said that in this third round of alchemy competition, Poison Hand Yaowang did lose a bit in alchemy. But more importantly, after that, it can be regarded as being played to death by Zhuo Fan.

With excitement flashing in her eyes, Tao Danniang glanced at Zhuo Fan, but was speechless with excitement. She also never expected that Zhuo Fan was so capable that he could find a way to kick this poisonous drug king out of the game.

This time, whether Zhuo Fan wins or her Tao Danniang wins, Bodhi's fibrous roots will not be able to get out of Huayu Tower.

Chu Qingcheng also has a pair of beautiful eyes. It is unprecedented to glance around Zhuo Fan, and the more he looks at it, the more he likes it. To paraphrase Xiao Dandan's words, this husband is much stronger than the previous one.

"There is a way!"

Suddenly, the Poisonous Hand Medicine King slapped his forehead and screamed out. Immediately afterwards, he suddenly took out eight silver needles and thrust them hard into his forehead.

"Sealing acupuncture points with silver needles?"

Zhuo Fan raised his eyebrows and couldn't help chuckling. He knew in his heart that the old man wanted to seal his hearing so that he would not interfere with him again.

But why did you go there early, old man? Even if I don't interfere with you now and ask you to make alchemy, it's too late for you.

However, the Poison Hand Medicine King didn't seem to believe in evil, the fire of Yuanli in his hand was ignited, and he put all the medicinal materials into it.

"Fifth Grade Pill, complete!"

At this moment, another shout sounded, and the ninth person was successfully shortlisted. And the rest of the people are still trying their best to make alchemy, but the worst thing is just three or two minutes.

There are also a few faster ones, which can be completed in half a minute.

Hmph, this old man can't keep up!

Zhuo Fan sneered, and the eyes of the other alchemists also showed rare excitement. This is their first time, and possibly the only time in their lives, that they have the chance to win against the Poisonous Hand Medicine King.

puff!

Suddenly, a bright red blood arrow spewed out and flew into the flames. The next moment, the flame rose two or three feet high with a whoosh, and its power was several times stronger than before.

In the blink of an eye, the medicinal materials were refined into liquid medicine.

Zhuo Fan couldn't stop shrinking his pupils, secretly thinking that the old man had worked hard enough to refine medicine in order to be shortlisted.

But unfortunately, even so, it is really impossible to refine the panacea in a short period of time.

puff!

Suddenly, another mouthful of blood arrows was spit out, before the Poisonous Hand Medicine King had time to wipe off the blood stains from his mouth, he formed seals suddenly.

In an instant, the blood entered the flames, and instantly condensed into a round pill, while the medicinal liquid rushed towards the blood pill in the flames, like hundreds of rivers entering the sea.

In the blink of an eye, they all rushed in.

In the end, when Dan heard a shout, the flames in the hands of the Poisonous Hand Medicine King exploded again, and the round, blood-colored pill flew out in an instant, and the surrounding area was filled with bubbling pill energy.

The Poisonous Hand Medicine King waved his hand, grabbed the pill in his hand, raised it above his head, and said loudly: "The refining of the fifth-grade pill is complete!"

"The refining of the fifth grade pill is completed!"

Almost one after the other, another person shouted.

Xiaoya took a look at the two of them, came to Poisonous Hand Medicine King first in order, took a look at the pill, nodded and said: "Yan Lao's fifth-grade inferior pill, refined successfully, is shortlisted for the final round of Pill King."

He happened to pull out the silver needle in his ear. Hearing these words, the Poison Hand Medicine King heaved a sigh of relief, shook his body, and finally showed a gratified smile.

But look at his paleness

With his complexion, Zhuo Fan knew that he was seriously injured. Even if he is shortlisted for the alchemy finals, he will no longer be able to make alchemy...