"That little kid, don't run away! You two are the only ones, come here!"

On the north bank of the Yangtze River, the north and south have already invested all their strength. This place is already in chaos. You have me and I have you, and I can't tell the difference between the enemy and me at all.

Li Baoguo led a team of new soldiers from Tiance, coming from the front of the army, wanting to join the battlefield.

But just as they rushed across the north shore, they were called by an old voice.

Li Baoguo stopped and turned his head to look. Feng Yafu, who was carrying a medicine box in a scattered barracks a few feet away, was standing there panting with a bamboo stick on his back.

"Doctor Feng! What are you doing here?"

Li Baoguo hurried over and said:

"You are not good at fighting and are old, so don't join in the fun, hurry back to the south bank!"

But after a few steps, Li Baoguo wanted to say something choked in his throat and could no longer say it.

Beside Feng Yafu, thirty or forty Northern Army corpses fell down in a row, and all the grass stems on the ground of this camp were withered, as if they had been dried up.

There was no sign of fighting in the camp, just like these Northern Army soldiers suddenly died.

All of them had a ferocious and distorted expression. Several of them were clasped on their throats and even had blood marks on their throats, as if they were not breathing smoothly.

poison!

Dr. Feng used poison.

Ah, by the way.

In addition to the title of Medicine King, Dr. Feng also has a nickname called "Ghost Doctor". The old man looks weak, but if he really wants to fight, Li Baoguo and the soldiers behind him will probably die silently.

Below the Tianlist, the drug gurus are the most verbal people in this world.

When Li Baoguo saw Feng Yafu carrying the medicine box, he asked:

"Where is Dr. Feng going?"

"Oh, the leader gave me an order, but I need some help."

Feng Yafu stretched out his hand and stroked Li Baoguo and a group of people, saying:

"Wait, follow me."

"Doctor Feng, we are going..."

Before Li Baoguo could finish his words, he was interrupted by Feng Yafu's wave:

"No matter what you want to do, let it go for the time being. We have to stop the old man from Wandu. At this time, the situation is very good. If the demon is allowed to perform, it will probably cause a tragic incident.

I guess the old man, Wanpo, is also waiting for me at this time. If I don’t go, he will kill someone and force me to show up.”

After saying that, Feng Yafu walked a few steps forward to the Northern Dynasty camp with a wooden stick.

He said to Li Baoguo who was following behind him:

"No matter who you want to rescue and kill whom you want to save, you have to stop ten thousand poisons first. Once the poisonous miasma rises, don't even think about saving anyone."

He took out three bottles of wine from the medicine box and threw them to the people behind him, and ordered:

"Drink it, each person drinks three sips, not too many!"

The team of men walked forward along the edge of the Northern Army's camp. If they encountered obstacles from the Northern Army, Feng Yafu would throw out a medicine bag and land on the ground, and dust rose.

Either it makes people unconscious and unable to fight again, or it is poisonous gas entering the body and seeking life and soul.

There was no need for Li Baoguo and his soldiers to take action. They were like newbies who were being taken by big bosses to brush copies, watching the big bosses beat these ordinary soldiers in a variety of ways.

After a stick of incense, they entered a strange camp tent on the edge of the camp.

There is no protection from the Northern Army here, and the Southern Army will not come to attack.

In other words, they had sneak attacked, leaving only a tragic explosion of flesh and blood in the ground, exactly the same as the scene when thousands of poisons slaughtered the people in the Jianghu Lake the day before yesterday.

Both sides knew that this place was not easy to mess with, so it became a place that everyone deliberately avoided in the melee of tens of thousands of people.

Very quiet.

It's so quiet that it makes your scalp numb.

"Old man, I am here!"

Feng Yafu was also a little nervous, but he still took a step forward and shouted into the camp, as if he had hit a bell and announced his arrival.

The next moment, thirty or forty ten thousand poison sects jumped out from everywhere, wrapped in gray and black poisonous gas, and rushed towards the group of people.

"Don't be afraid!"

The Medicine King said to everyone behind him:

"The medicinal wine I just drank can make you wait for half an hour without being invaded by the poisonous true qi, and can also hold your life away. Without poisonous substances, as long as you are careful, the skills of these demons at hand will not be difficult to deal with.

I don’t need you to wait to kill them all. Just entangle them and don’t let them interfere with my duel with Wandu!

besides...

The demons will explode and hurt the enemy. The nearest five feet, the farthest is twenty feet. If you can use a crossbow, don’t use a sword or a gun to entangle them!”

After saying that, Feng Yafu quickly walked into the tent.

Those demons who poisoned him did not stop him.

Li Baoguo grinned his teeth. The old man said something reasonable and could not stop Wan Poison. Many people came over and were about to die. He no longer had any worries and started dancing with a spear in his hand.

The new soldiers of Tiance who followed also set up their formations, raised their bows and crossbows, and raised their swords and shields.

Amid the shouts of killing, Li Baoguo and the director said, and Shuanzi, the other three, took the lead, rushed forward and fought against the demon.

Even if the poisonous gas they sprinkled was indeed dissolved by the medicinal wine in their bodies. The snake, scorpion, toads thrown on the ground smelled a certain disgusting smell and were reluctant to get close to these people.

As the two fought each other, three demons were immediately shot down by arrows when they were careless, and two were slapped on the ground by the director Dao with an iron sword, slapped their hands and feet.

"Boom, boom"

The injured demon was also very straightforward. Without saying a word, he activated the poison in his body and exploded like a bomb. Wherever the purple-black poisonous smoke went, corroding everything, causing the soldiers to retreat together.

This group of demons from the Wanpo Sect is really crazy.

In the camp, Feng Yafu walked into the largest tent and saw the old man Wandu, facing him, with his back facing him, carefully matching various poisonous substances on the wooden table.

It seems that he has no interest in external wars and does not care at all.

"Wait for a moment, the medicine king, I'm almost done with this poisonous taste."

Tashi Tsering said in an aging voice.

The tone was gentle, without even a trace of murderous intent, and there was no foul and sinister massacre of the slaughter of the Jianghu people the day before yesterday.

"No need to match it. The compatible poison with phantom poison will only destroy the relationship between the two poisons. If you want to harmonize and make the toxicity stronger, you can only neutralize it with cold poison.

But this Jiangnan area is close to the river water, and the cold air is not strong.

Where did you go to find that pure cold poison?”

Feng Yafu put the medicine box on the table next to his hand, opened the medicine box, took out a blue porcelain bottle, and threw it to the Wandu old man who stopped in front of him.

The Ghost Doctor of Medicine King said softly:

"I will give you two cold poisons, so that you can match them to the poison."

"Bang"

The porcelain bottle thrown out by the King of Medicine was pushed apart by the old man Wanpo, and smashed to the ground. The medicine powder was flying, and a few inches of the land was frozen.

The old man Wandu turned around, and the Tibetan red skin was full of a satisfied smile.

He picked up the black glass fan of Ye Jin hand and slapped it casually.

On the table behind me, the scented and poisonous smell was destroyed before it was even matched.

"I am worthy of being the king of medicine. I admire the toxicology and pharmacology very much. Since this toxicity has been seen by you, it is useless to be worthy of it."

Tashi Ciren stared at Feng Yafu, and the look in his eyes made the Medicine King feel uncomfortable all over.

"The showdown between a drug and a doctor is inferior in terms of martial arts!"

Wandu took a step forward, he opened the black fan, and all kinds of poisonous smoke wrapped in his hands, unpredictable, he said to Feng Yafu:

"I have a fan that combines thousands of poisons, and there are endless changes. Since you are here, let's fight hard. Please take the initiative. You can use the poison skills and medicine at will.

Each person has three flavors, and the one who survives in the end is the winner! Is that good?"

"OK!"

Feng Yafu took a deep breath, picked up a small bottle as big as a thumb from the medicine box, and said to the old man Wandu:

"I'm not polite."

"Swish"

The bottle plug was pulled open, the porcelain bottle shook gently, and a stream of turbid liquid was scattered into the air. Feng Yafu took a step back so that he would not be stained with the poison gas that evaporated instantly, but the other side of Wanpo did not retreat.

Let the weird gray gas fall on yourself.

The black magical true energy of the Wanpoison Demon Language entangled around him, trying to dissolve the gray gas, but if the Wanpoison True Qi is covered, it will be pushed away immediately and cannot fall on the wound at all.
To be continued...