Fighting Po: From the Outbreak of Poison

Chapter 7 Zongmen Competition
In the early morning, the birds chirping in the mountains echoed in the uninhabited back mountain.

The sound of birdsong fell, and a thin figure dragged a half-height ax from the bottom of the mountain slowly towards the top of the mountain.

This young man was Su Chen, and there was a trace of bitterness in the corner of his mouth at this moment.

Walking this way from the bottom of the mountain, he didn't find a single thinner tree.

Cheng Feng asked him to chop three hundred catties of firewood a day, which seems to be the quality of a tree that can be used as firewood.

Su Chen stopped in front of a short tree with a height of two meters. This short tree with a diameter of half a meter was found by him, and it seemed to be a fragile tree.

Angry in his heart, he slammed his fist on the tree trunk. Su Chen bared his teeth for a while, and the heart-pounding pain came from his fingers.

This seemingly fragile dwarf tree is still tough.

A wave of despair rose from the bottom of my heart, it was impossible to be lazy at all.

With a thin body, dragging the axe, it slashed towards a position at the root of the tree one after another.

For half a day, Su Chen was slumped on the ground, his arms were a little cramped, not to mention that he couldn't use his fighting spirit with this broken axe, and it didn't even have the slightest boost. At this moment, Su Chen didn't even want to move.

"Junior Brother Su, this is the meal that the sect master asked me to bring. Both lunch and dinner are here."

The sun was shining brightly, and a young disciple in black came to Su Chen with a wooden barrel and put it down heavily.

What kind of things did the sect master prepare for this junior brother? With his strength as a Dou Shi, even carrying this wooden barrel feels heavy.

Su Chen lay on the ground, raised his hand that was not holding the handle of the axe, and said in a vague voice, "Thank you, brother."

The black-clothed disciple didn't care much, but just laughed secretly in his heart. He was another unlucky guy who was thrown out by the door owner to chop firewood. Every year, there would be a few unlucky or weak people in the door who were thrown out, saying that they were given a second chance. , in effect, is free labor.

In his opinion, the little junior brother in front of him probably won't be able to survive this period of tempering.

However, in the morning of the first day, he was able to cut the little Ling locust tree into one-third, which is considered a good achievement among the woodcutters in these years.

"Junior brother, the sect master has told you that you must finish eating and there must be no leftovers."

An incomprehensible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the black-clothed disciple turned around and walked down the mountain. Without the barrel in his hand, his steps down the mountain were much lighter.

With trembling hands, Su Chen opened the bamboo cover, and a slightly pungent smell came over his face.

vomit!
Su Chen's stomach churned. The food in this wooden barrel, not to mention traditional Chinese medicine, had all kinds of poisons and weeds, and the stench was mixed with the smell of blood.

Is this thing for people to eat?

Could it be that the old man in charge of the sect saw that he was upset and wanted to take the opportunity to kill him, and seized the opportunity to take away his poisonous body.

However, my body has an unexpected desire for this barrel of poison.

Picked out a few purplish-red bloodflower plants from the wooden barrel. This thing didn't look so creepy, and it could still be eaten reluctantly.

Closing his eyes, he stuffed a purple blood flower into his mouth, and chewed hard with his teeth. Suddenly, a coolness rushed from his mouth to the top of his head. Su Chen resisted the astonishing coolness, deeply Swallow it into your stomach.

The coolness spread in the abdomen, and there was an indescribable comfort.

As the coolness spread all over his body, Su Chen reached into the wooden barrel uncontrollably, grabbed a handful of "meals", and stuffed them into his mouth. He didn't care about the appearance of these things in the morning. He has a great desire for these things.

During the time of a stick of incense, Su Chen looked at the black juice on his hands with dull eyes, and his heart was tumbling again.

Well, he actually ate these things?

After a while of retching, Su Chen's forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat beads, his face was slightly pale, but at this time, the fighting spirit in his body was surprisingly abundant.

The lower abdomen also felt a little itchy and hot. Su Chen lifted his clothes, and a brilliant colorful hidden line crawled all over his chest and abdomen. With the continuous abundance of fighting energy, this hidden line actually had a faint fluorescent emission.

Halfway through the hour of the day, Su Chen dragged his tired body and stood in front of the wooden house. There was a pile of firewood beside him. It was the little locust tree, but at this time, it had already become pieces of firewood piled up there.

Su Chen's men were holding an ax that was half the height of a man. After a whole day of running-in, he was already used to the torment this ax gave him.

Where the ax handle and the ax head are connected, there are three large characters engraved on it.

Three Lives Axe!
This is the name of the axe. According to legend, the head of this ax is polished out of the Sansheng stone, and the wooden handle is made of the torso of a Sansheng wood.

Although it is not a well-known weapon in the mainland, it should not be underestimated.

Holding the axe, Su Chen staggered to install the wooden door of the firewood room, lit a candle and put it on the table.

The candlelight was flickering, only to find a figure sitting in the room, the eyes were covered by a black cloth, and the temples were pale.

Naturally, it was Cheng Feng, the master of the Wandu Sect.

"Su Chen has met the sect master."

"You are not my disciple now, so you don't need to salute."

Raising his hand to stop Su Chen, Cheng Feng said in a calm tone, "I came to see you today to see how your poisonous body is doing."

As he said that, the lavender fighting spirit raged, shaking the clothes on Su Chen's upper body to pieces.

"How is the meal prepared for you today?"

With his finger on Su Chen's lower abdomen, Cheng Feng frowned, and an unidentified expression appeared on his face.

Su Chen shook his head silently, thinking of those purple-black juices, his heart felt sick. As for the reason for the decline in strength, even if he said it, Cheng Feng probably didn't believe it.

"Three-star Fighter?"

Su Chen looked at Cheng Feng with an unbelievable expression on his face. During the day, almost all the fighting energy in his body was sucked out by the axe, and he didn't feel it at all when the fighting energy increased.

Cheng Feng tapped his fingers on the table, just like tapping on Su Chen's heart, "The body of Enan poison will be activated when it encounters poison, and it will rise after eating poison."

The eye straps slipped off, and the gray pupils stared straight at Su Chen. Even though Su Chen knew that Cheng Feng was blind, there was still a chill behind him.

This sense of oppression is too strong.

"But boy, you are really a genius, you can suppress the improvement of Enandu body for such a long time."

Cheng Feng's fingers slid across Su Chen's thin body, from Su Chen's lower abdomen, slowly moved to the left chest and stopped. The violent energy made his complexion change suddenly, and he said doubtfully, "You No heart! What is beating in your chest is the strange fire?"

He frowned, "Or is it a strange fire that lacks its origin?"

Boom boom boom!
As soon as the words were finished, Su Chen's mind froze, as if he heard the shock of the ghostly poisonous fire in his chest, he took two steps back and leaned against the wooden wall behind him.

It's really a keen perception, with a light touch, you can discover the problem with your body.

He looked at Cheng Feng warily, leaning against the wall.

"Oh boy, am I that scary?"

Cheng Feng was helpless, put down his palm, smacked his lips and said, "You have something, you are still alive and kicking without your heart. And it seems that this strange fire has not been refined by you"

Su Chen stared at Cheng Feng without saying a word, with a strange expression on his face.

"Really."

Cheng Feng smiled, clasped his palms together, interlocked his fingers, and placed them on the wooden table, "I came tonight to make a deal with you. You agreed, and I promise to help you when your poisonous body explodes." once.

To be honest, my understanding of the Enandu body is far better than Ouyang's. "

"What do you need me to do?"

Of course Su Chen knew that there is no free dinner in this world, if he really didn't ask for anything, it would be difficult for him to feel at ease, no one will treat you well for no reason.

Cheng Feng stood up, put his palm behind his back, and said, "Participate in the sect competition on behalf of Wandumen."

This sect competition was co-founded by the powerful sects of various empires in the Northwest region. They communicated with each other and learned from each other. They also ranked high and low among the younger generation. For the older generation, they drank tea and chatted.

It seems easy, but it is actually murderous.

Although the Wandumen has Cheng Feng in charge, but among the younger generation, there are few people who can provoke the leader.

Enandu's body is cultivated extremely quickly, with such an opportunity, how could the aging Cheng Feng allow him to go out of tune.

"How long is it until this sect contest?"

"A year and a half, you have plenty of time."

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