Poison vines spread and spread their branches and leaves. They are like a poisonous dragon, with thorns and thorns. They are terrible.

"Go on, boy, aren\'t you a cow? I really think congenital triple is so active?" The old man said with a proud and ferocious face.

At this moment, he really showed his unique skills.

The previous giant wood is just an ordinary means of attack, which is his martial art.

Yang Fan\'s steps were blocked in front of the thorns. The poisonous thorns were really terrible. Even his fire yuan force was extremely overbearing and difficult to break through.

"What? Poison Fu Lu Ren, isn\'t he a sacrifice in Tianyang city?"

"I see. Lord Tianyang was cheated and betrayed, and then peach replaced Li Jiang."

"The boy is finished. I thought I saw a miracle. Unexpectedly, it was still difficult to reverse in the end."

The attitude of the onlookers changed. At first, they thought that Yang Fan could bring them miracles. Later, they even began to look forward to the explosion of the congenital triple strong in Wujing.

But now, as soon as Lu people display their martial arts skills, their mentality has changed and they think that Yang Fan will die.

Qianzhen Ye\'s eyes were glittering and panicking:

"What to do? Do you want to do it?" Qianzhenye\'s face is full of worry, and he has pinched out the rune paper in his hand.

But just then, a figure suddenly appeared, haunted and appeared beside her:

"Miss, don\'t do it."

"The old man\'s means are unusual. If he does it, it may stimulate the toxin. At that time, the boy will die." A middle-aged old man appeared beside qianzhenye and said.

"Ah, Uncle Ye, why are you here?" Qianzhenye was flustered and even urgent.

"Hum, little girl, you even used my Rune paper. Can I not come?" Someone said.

This person, named nocturnal travel, is also a person who draws a human Dan Rune paper for qianzhenye.

"Oh, it\'s not fun when you come." Qianzhenye spits out her tongue and plays coquettish, and her face lightens.

"By the way, Uncle Ye, please save this idiot. I don\'t know if he has water in his brain. He dares to pick someone\'s base camp alone because of his cultivation in houwu territory." Qianzhenye said, pulling the arm of the night walk and constantly playing coquettish.

"Hmm? Is this still the mixed little devil? It\'s rare to ask me for a boy." A laugh at night. Fortunately, now the people around focus on the battlefield in the middle, and no one pays attention to them at all. Otherwise, you\'ll think they\'re crazy.

"Uncle night!" Qianzhenye stamped his foot and was a little angry.

"Hahaha, don\'t say it. But I\'m also curious. What\'s special about this boy that makes you care so much." Said nocturnal.

Then, the night trip turned his eyes and looked at Yang Fan in the battle.

Yang Fan was sweating and his face was getting paler and paler.

Although miesheng soul is fierce, the consumption is not small. Even if he has strong fire power, he can\'t support it for so long.

But Yang Fan, there is no way at the moment.

There is nothing to return.

He can even feel that the poisonous fog is entering his body along his nose. If he withdraws the fire power now, the result can be imagined.

"I\'m too old to think that this old man should still use this method. No, it depends on who can hold on longer. It\'s really not possible. I can only use zongtianque to leave." Yang Fan thought deeply.

But that was only the last step. Now his mother was in front of him, in the prison within the entrance of the faucet, and she didn\'t know whether she was alive or dead.

As a son of man, how can Yang Fan not worry? Whenever there is a possibility, Yang fan can work hard.

"Don\'t struggle, boy, I can\'t stand the poison. Jie Jie, but don\'t worry. Now it\'s just the beginning. When your strength is exhausted, thorns will pierce your skin and take root in your elixir field. That picture, tut tut..." Lu Ren said, his eyes extremely cruel.

"Don\'t be too proud, old man. I\'m full of energy. I\'m afraid you can\'t carry it first!" Hum, Yang Fan.

At this time, you can\'t admit advice anyway.

Suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared in the corner of Yang Fan\'s eyes.

It\'s Mr. Haoyang.

Young master Haoyang, holding a green fan in his hand, walked towards Yang Fan step by step.

In an instant, Yang Fan\'s eyes coagulated.

"Boy, you ate the bear heart and leopard courage. First you killed song Ziming, and now you make trouble in Longyang city. But you\'re too arrogant. Genius? I\'ll give you another step to make you a ghost. How about it?" Childe Haoyang said darkly. With a slight shake of the folding fan in his hand, a long needle burst out of the folding fan.

Whoosh!

In an instant, Yang Fan was in a mess.

Originally, his Yuan Li\'s martial arts skills against Lu people have been at a disadvantage. Now, young master Haoyang has completely let Yang Fan lose his sense of propriety.

At this time, the two men fight with equal strength. Any external force may be fatal.

"I went to NIMA."

Yang Fan was furious and scolded. He had to turn around to avoid the attack of Childe Haoyang.

But at the moment when Yang Fan dodged the blow, the Lu people\'s poisonous thorns suddenly broke out. The poisonous vines grew like tentacles and twined away along Yang Fan\'s arm in an instant.

Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.

The sound of cutting into the flesh broke out, and thorns were directly introduced into Yang Fan\'s flesh and blood.

"Ah!"

Yang Fan screamed and was in great pain. The poison of this vine is amazing. As soon as it enters the body, Yang Fan feels that the operation of Yuan force is blocked and it is difficult to mobilize yuan force.

"Despicable!" In the distance, qianzhenye looked in his eyes, shouted angrily, looked at the night, and was about to take action.

"Wait, this boy is fine now. Let\'s see what their purpose is." The night walk stopped qianzhenye.

Whoosh, whoosh.

At this time, several figures appeared in succession, and the leader of Longyang city was the mayor.

"Hmm? He killed song Ziming?" The Lord of Longyang said.

"Yes, father, I suspect this boy should have something to do with the former Longyang city. Maybe it\'s the remnant of Longyang City, or he won\'t come straight to this prison." Said childe Haoyang.

"Well, old Lu has worked hard. It\'s really a good means. As soon as he shoots this poisonous thorn, the boy can only wait to die." The mayor of Longyang said with a smile and walked to Yang Fan step by step.

At this time, Yang Fan\'s whole body has been entangled by thorns, and the whole person has turned green. His face is iron blue, as if he was poisoned.

"Boy, give me what you got from Song Ziming and I\'ll spare you a dog\'s life. Otherwise, you\'ll wait for ten thousand poisons to bite your heart and die." The mayor of Longyang said with scornful eyes.

Yang Fan raised her head and looked coldly at the Lord of Longyang without saying a word.

But he was conscious and instinctively guessed that what the mayor of Longyang said was the embryo shape of a long knife.

However, now they dare not get close to Yang Fan for fear of being poisoned.

The Lord of Longyang city saw that Yang Fan was silent and his face was gloomy:

"Hum, how dare you speak hard? It seems that you don\'t cry when you don\'t see the coffin. Come on, put the boy in prison. Don\'t you say that there are people he cares about? Find out. The city Lord will see it at that time. How dare you speak hard?" The mayor of Longyang said ruthlessly.