Chapter Thirteen: Fighting Fire with Fire (2)


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  The maniacal laughter, coupled with the ferocious and crazy look of the old man, made the little black turtle inexplicably surprised. Of course, it didn't understand what the discovery of a new prescription meant for a person who had been immersed in alchemy all his life. What!
  What's more, what the old man discovered is a prescription that can remove the venom of the colorful snake!

  The venom of the colorful snake is extremely cold. Under the Blood Saint, it is almost certain to kill the snake. Before the antidote is found, it can only be used to kill people!
  But now, the old man actually discovered the magical herb that can cure this poison. As long as the combination is right, it is not difficult to prepare the antidote. If the antidote can be prepared, then the venom of the colorful snake can not only be used to kill people, but also to kill people. It can be used to control people. This will definitely become a technique unique to the old man!

  After laughing wildly, the old man dodged and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already beside Zhou Baopu. He bent down and studied Zhou Baopu's wounds carefully.

  Turning his right hand, a silver needle more than ten centimeters long appeared in his hand. The old man held the silver needle and started prodding at Zhou Baopu's scar!
  Strangely enough, after a while, the old man took out the silver needle again, only to find that the cold air was coming from the silver needle, and it instantly absorbed the moisture in the air and turned into a drop of crystal water.

  Looking at the crystal water droplets, the old man couldn't help but narrowed his eyes. As if he thought of something, he moved to the vicinity of the poisonous dragon grass, but a metal glove suddenly appeared on his hand, and he pulled a few poisonous dragon grasses. , and then returned quickly.

  The iron-black gloves on his hands were shining, and then he grabbed Zhou Baopu's colorful snake by the wrist, picked out the snake letter from the colorful snake's mouth, got the juice from the poisonous dragon grass, and gradually blended it.

  Watching the old man inserting the silver needle into the mixture of the two from time to time, the color of the little black turtle gradually brightened. No matter how stupid he was, he could already see that the old man's research on the spiritual grass had reached an obsession. Degree!

  Obsessed with spiritual grass all his life, the old man made the little black turtle full of confidence in it. He stood aside without saying a word and watched the old man busy with his eyes intently!
  Unexpectedly, after being busy for a while, the old man not only did not feel relieved, but instead felt even more confused.

  Because he found that no matter how hard he tried, no matter what the ratio, he could not neutralize the two poisons!
  He frowned in thought, not knowing what went wrong, and grabbed his hair tightly with both hands. The old man's face suddenly looked a little crazy, and his twisted expression showed his inner unwillingness!

  "How could this happen? If it were just these two poisons, they should be able to be mixed together. Why haven't you found the formula yet?" "

  Senior, there is also the third spiritual grass, which is a kind of grass in the colorful snake's cave. I first That's the kind of spiritual grass we use."

  After hearing the old man's murmur, the little black turtle finally reflected and said what he was thinking.

  "What, there is another kind of grass, why didn't you tell me earlier? I wasted so much time!"

  The little black turtle didn't dare to say anything after hearing the old man's angry shouting. Although he was frivolous and extremely angry in his heart, But when he thought that Zhou Baopu's life was still hanging on by a thread and that he had to rely on the old man in front of him to save him, the retort at the corner of his mouth was finally suppressed in his throat.

  "Where is it? Come and take me to find it!"

  The old man lifted the little turtle up in one fell swoop, ignoring the angry eyeballs and the struggling limbs of the little turtle!
  "Cough cough cough...!"

  The little mysterious turtle coughed violently, and his neck was pinched by the old man. His breathing was hindered. If the mental power was not easily used, the little mysterious turtle might have fought back on its own!

  Putting the little black turtle down, the old man said sheepishly: "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive just now. Can you take me to find the cave of the colorful snake?" The little black turtle was stunned, as if he didn't understand, just

  now With such a ferocious look, why did he beg for it so humbly in the blink of an eye?
  Perhaps, the little black turtle will never understand why the old man became so capricious for a formula?

  In the Blood Sacrifice Continent, alchemists are extremely rare. They are usually doctors. Even doctors have an extremely astonishing status and are basically respected by thousands of people!

  The little black turtle couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it. Instead, he quickly crawled towards the snake hole of the colorful snake, grabbed a few spiritual grasses on the edge of the snake hole with one claw, and threw them in front of the old man!
  "This is the kind of spiritual grass, the poisonous grass I used first."

  After saying that, he stood aside, because the moment the old man saw the spiritual grass, he had already forgotten about Java. country!
  Once again, he was caught up in a round of crazy research. The three kinds of spiritual grass were constantly being pinched and twisted by the old man, and their shapes were constantly changing in his hands. The juices competed with the grass blades, and from time to time, a silver needle would come in to stir them. Together, the old man was still looking at the color of the silver needle and saying something from time to time.

  No matter what kind of spiritual grass around him is used up, the old man will still look for it. Time keeps passing by in the busyness of his fingers. The sun in the sky moves its position, and a new round of darkness begins in the valley.

  Just when he was about to lose sight of anything, the old man looked at the transparent silver needle in his hand and screamed happily: "Wow haha... I finally got it out!" After that, the old man said again

  . He began to use the silver needle to fiddle with Zhou Baopu's scars. From time to time he frowned, and from time to time he grinned. The old man fiddled with Zhou Baopu's back like crazy!

  When everything was over, the old man laughed happily. His laughter was hard to compliment, and smelling it gave people a creepy feeling!

  He looked at the little mysterious turtle standing aside, and saw the remaining spiritual grass leaves on the little mysterious turtle's hand. His brows stretched, and a surprised expression spread on the old man's face. The old man seemed to have thought of something. What!
  "Invulnerable to all poisons!"

  The old man was shocked. He never thought that in this small valley, there were not only many rare and valuable spiritual herbs, but also a little mysterious turtle that was invulnerable to all poisons!
  Without giving the little black turtle a chance to resist, the iron-black glove on the old man's hand appeared again and grabbed the palm of the little black turtle. When he saw clearly that the residue was indeed a highly toxic spiritual grass, the old man seemed to be helpless. As if he believed his own eyes: "How is it possible? Just let me go. God won't take care of me like this, right?" "

  Little Beast King, tell me, do you have a teacher? Do you want me to be your teacher?"

  The old man looked surprised. , stirred up in the eyes of the little Xuan Turtle, making the little Xuan Turtle a little distracted. Obviously, he did not expect that the old man would be so crazy!
  "Old man!"

  Little Xuangui slandered in his mind for a long time, but he didn't say anything, not even his body. Apprenticeship was obviously still a relatively distant topic for him.

  Moreover, the little mysterious turtle also had his own thoughts: "I can practice since I have the guidance of my talent inheritance, so why should I have to worship Master Laoshi?"

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