Super Dragon Cultivation System

"Zhang Xing, you have fallen into our hands now, and your life and death cannot be yours."

The second master Gongqu raised his chin slightly and said it completely as a winner.

"Zhang Xing, we can not (kill sha) you, or even cooperate with you."

"As long as you nod and we dare not guarantee anything else, the grievances here will be cancelled."

"At the same time, we will jointly write to the headquarters and request that your name be removed from the list."

Santang Shatang looks serious.

"Zhang Xing, Sha Tang is right, you can see that he said it is sincere."

"In addition, our cooperation is very relaxed and does not require you to join our organization."

"I just want to be a friend with you, and when we or the organization has a difficult task, I hope you can help."

"We have this little demand on you."

The second head palace song continued.

"Wind orange, what poison do you have?"

A sudden word from Zhang Xing made the six of them stunned.

We are talking to you about life and death and cooperation, but your thinking is jumping on poison.

The brains of young people are really unpredictable (mo).

The six had a little envy in their hearts, but it was still young. The newborn calf was fearless and fearless.

"My poison is not the same as the ordinary fourth-level poison division. Let me tell you so. I am practicing respectable martial arts and the four elephant poison code."

"The poisons I cast are all cultivated. It can be said that my whole body is a huge source of poison ..."

Speaking of professional knowledge, Feng Ju talked freely, regardless of Zhang Xing's willingness to listen.

Of course, Zhang Xing was not interested in listening to him and interrupted him.

"Sister Sorina, do you feel any discomfort?

Sorina shook her head with a weird look on her face: "It's okay, I don't feel any signs of poisoning."

Talking also hit a magic arrow, a vindictive wave.

Uh!

Feng Ju looked at Sorina with a puzzled look.

"You are not poisoned? Impossible?"

Feng Ju was a little depressed. His purpose was to let the poison penetrate deeper into Zhang Xing's body.

The time has exceeded ten breaths, and even if it is a two-star warrior, I still don't want to rely on strong vigor to suppress the poison.

"I'm not poisoned. You can't see it. It's a fourth-level poison division."

Sorina pinched her lips and continued, "Zhang Xing, how about you?"

"I'm okay, I'm afraid the poison he used is fake?"

Zhang Xing calmly said.

From start to finish, Zhang Xing's performance completely exceeded the expectations of the six.

Not only was he not panic-stricken, but he was also willing to pull away.

At this time, he heard that he was not poisoned, and the five who stabbed (sha) Zhang Xing immediately became nervous.

With a questioning look (the color), they looked at the Eight-Headed Family Orange.

"What? What did you say? The poison I used was fake?"

Feng Ju's attention is all on Zhang Xing (body sh n), especially with the violent thunder of his words.

"I have cultivated for nearly sixty years, my husband, how can you say that my husband's poison is fake?"

"You ((milk Ru) ru) stinky (dry gan) hairy kid understands (fart pi)!"

The wind orange's big sleeves flung, and the three beards' beards were lifted up.

The poison master cares most about his poison. If anyone says that his poison is not poisonous, he can desperately follow people.

"I don't believe you!"

Zhang Xing said, left thumb and forefinger pressed hard.

"Ding!"

He was cut off by the sharp reggae knife edge of the second palace song.

The six people of Gongqu (body sh n) were shocked, and their unbelievable eyes were shrunk, and they were stunned on the spot.