Han Sanqian is actually much younger than his disciples in the Medicine God Pavilion. Even if you can't see Han Sanqian's face, you can tell the approximate age by looking at his exposed arms and neck.

At this time, Han Sanqian laughed at them for being young, which made them feel extremely funny.

"I dare to speak wildly when I die!" The disciple of the leader shouted coldly.

"I'll let you kneel down and call us grandpa later." Another disciple also sneered at this time.

The old man in green smiled, he had seen those poisons. There was a sect leader who had no worse cultivation than him before, but he was still successfully attacked by such tricks today, and in the end, he died in just a quarter of an hour.

"Who is about to die, I still don't know." Suddenly, Han Sanqian smiled.

The left hand increased its strength wildly, and attacked the old man in blue with one hand. At the same time, he bit his middle finger with his right hand. As soon as blood came out, the middle finger suddenly bounced towards the four people.

The disciples who took the four medicine words were proud, and they thought that the old man in Qing had completely restrained Han Sanqian, so they didn't think that he might suddenly confront him with one hand and could attack with one hand, and they were not prepared.

The four drops of blood were just right and hit the abdomen of the four people.

The four people who were already a little panicked quickly checked their abdomen. When they saw that the clothes on their abdomen were only stained with some blood, they couldn't help but sneer.

"What's wrong? Others are poisoned by us and their bodies can't stand it. Are you brain-wracking? Hahahaha, fuck, are you sick, aren't you?"

"It's all mixed, and I want to use your blood that has been poisoned by us to persecute us? Are you stupid? So what if it's really poisonous? We have a fucking antidote. Besides, if you sprinkle us, you think you can poison us?"

"It seems like a master, but in fact he encounters a dilemma, he is no different from an ordinary person. He is panicked, panicked, and does something ridiculous."

The four of them burst into laughter at each other, and their mocking intentions were endless.

When Mr. Fu heard this, he laughed with his dog legs.

"Use your poison? Are you worthy?" Han Sanqian said with disdainful smile.

As the King of Poison, what kind of garbage is he afraid of reversing Yin and Yang? In the words of Ginseng Wa, these things are just adding some seasoning to Han Sanqian Poison. Not only will it not hurt him at all, but it will make his poison even more poisonous.

As soon as the words were finished, the disciple of the Four Medicine God was about to laugh at him again, his face suddenly twisted.

The abdomen was even more painful. When the four people subconsciously looked at their abdomen, they were completely ashamed.

Where the blood was stained, there was a hole the size of a fist on the clothes, and the black and red blood was slowly flowing out along the burned opening of the clothes.

Someone moved a little, and a stream of black mucus mixed with something that seemed to be the remains of internal organs and rolled out of the hole.

"What's going on?" The disciple in the leader had the highest cultivation level and was in the best condition, but his face turned pale at this time. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something rolling in his throat. Before he could stop it, he gushed out of his mouth.

It was all black blood, and it was completely uncontrollable and desperately flowing out, like a Buddha who was turned on by someone.

"Senior brother, save... save me, it's so uncomfortable, I..." Before the youngest junior brother finished speaking, his whole body fell down and fell directly to the ground.

Before his death, his eyes were still staring at Han Sanqian, with incredible eyes everywhere.

How could he have imagined that the poison he was proud of was no different from playing a big sword in front of Han Sanqian and Guan Gong.

"It's very poisonous!" At this time, the leader's eldest disciple suddenly blocked his acupoints to prevent the black blood from flowing wildly. At the same time, while loudly reminding his junior brother, he frantically stuffed all the poisonous antidotes on his body into his mouth.

At this time, he no longer cared that taking various antidotes could have serious side effects, and it was important to save his life.

The other two disciples also quickly did so.

This is full of all kinds of secret antidotes that the master has focused on, and all the strange poisons in the world cannot be solved. After all, if the disciples of the Medicine God Pavilion are poisoned to death, this is not human life, but the dignity of a sect.

Especially the Medicine God Pavilion is the moment when you have just entered the ranks of the three true gods and need fame the most.

But the next second, the three of them were almost as big as the eyes.

"puff!"

The three of them spewed out a large mouthful of black blood at the same time!

The black blood filled the sky, like a black blood mist.

"This...this is impossible, this...this is impossible. My master, Master usually teaches us to make and prevent poison. You can't poison us to death. Who are you?"

The disciple of the leader looked at Han Sanqian very unwillingly, but it was obvious that he would never have the chance to get an answer. It was not that Han Sanqian was unwilling to say it, but that his life had come to an end.
Chapter completed!