Zheng Tu's action was small and hidden, and under the cover of his mournful face, the people in the audience didn't even notice it.

The only person who cares about this matter is Zheng Jingwei himself, who received this pill.

He had already been carried away by his son's death, and the pill that suddenly slipped from his father's hand surprised him, and when he looked down and secretly checked, his face turned even paler.

"Daddy...... This, this is ......"

He lowered his voice, but he still couldn't hide Zhang Huang, his teeth chattered, and he couldn't say a word.

"That's right," Zheng Tu's face turned hideous, "This is the Three-Day Death Pill!"

Zheng Jingwei burst into his ears, and he felt as if the blood in his whole body rushed to his head.

The Three-Day Death Pill is an extremely strange elixir that can consume a person's life within three days, that is to say, a person who can squeeze out all his potential and take the Three-Day Death Pill will be able to improve his martial arts cultivation to at least one realm and have almost unlimited recovery ability.

The only problem is that you will die after three days.

This elixir is magical and strange, it is a desperate medicine handed down from ancient times, no one in the world can refine it anymore, it is a medicine that desperately dies together, compared to those domineering pills that greatly improve their own strength in a short period of time, but have sequelae afterwards, it is more ferocious.

Zheng Tu has always kept the elixir by his side, obviously because of the defeat and death of Zheng Long, and he is also prepared - this preparation is Zheng Jingwei's death!

"Think about defeat before you win, Jingwei, isn't this what you often say?"

Zheng Tu's face was gloomy, and he glared at his son coldly, "Now that Long'er is dead, our Zheng family is already defeated......"

Since both of them have proposed a three-level appointment to fight, the Zheng family, who was originally full of confidence, has actually lost this gambling battle after Zheng Long's defeat, no matter how Zheng Tu and Zheng Jingwei win or lose next, it is a foregone conclusion that the Feng family will continue to be in charge of Wuyang City.

The only difference is whether the Zheng family will be swept away!

Before the battle between Zheng Long and Feng Ziyue, no one had considered this issue, and everyone was talking about Feng Tianhe, who was also a martial artist and had rich experience but was injured a few days ago, what would be the ending for the young and strong Zheng Long.

But now, it's the other way around!

Feng Ziyue, who is not afraid of tigers, will be what will happen to the cunning Zheng Tu?

Everyone automatically ignored the two people of the second generation - Feng Buping and Zheng Jingwei.

Speaking of which, Zheng Jingwei, as a great martial artist, is still much higher than his uneven cultivation, but in this gorgeous martial arts competition, he can only exist as cannon fodder.

Unless-

He took the pill of death for three days!

If Zheng Jingwei takes the three-day death pill, his strength should be able to temporarily break through to the realm of Wuzun, coupled with his super recovery ability, he will also have the power to fight against Shangfeng Ziyue.

Of course, Zheng Tu didn't expect his son to win at all.

As long as he can consume Feng Ziyue's strength and let Zheng Tu take the lead in the final battle, any father-son relationship can be helled with at all!

"Wei'er, you see that this Feng Ziyue is ruthless and ruthless, even if you don't eat this three-day death pill, you will inevitably die under his sword - it's better to fight for my Zheng family's foundation!"

Zheng Tu saw that he looked stupid, and his tone turned soft, and he actually looked like he was kind and seductive.

"Your sacrifice will not be worthless, as long as we can stay in Wuyang City, the Zheng family will naturally make a comeback one day...... Look at your father, although his hair is gray, he is a martial artist after all, and he is introverted, and it is not difficult to have two more sons. Your talent is limited, it will be difficult for you to break through Wuzun in this life, and sacrifice for the family foundation, I will never treat you badly......"

Zheng Tu chattered, and the magic sound filled his brain, Zheng Mingyu on the side was stunned, pulled his grandfather's sleeve, and cried: "Grandpa, it can't be like this, the two elder brothers just died, if the father also goes, ......"

"You know!"

Zheng Tu slapped her to the ground, and his face became more and more ruthless, "Don't let your father fight hard and consume the strength of that Feng Ziyue, what do you tell us to do? When the time comes, your grandfather and your father will die at the hands of that little rabbit cub, and the Zheng family will rely on you?"

Zheng Mingyu sat down on the ground in disbelief, her grandfather had never touched a finger of her before, what happened today?

She was a little confused in her head, and she was still muttering, "We can throw in the towel......"

"Fart!"

Zheng Tu was almost so angry that he vomited blood, "If we admit defeat, we will get out of Wuyang City! Our Zheng family has finally laid such a large foundation, how can we give up so easily? Besides, how can the Feng family let us go so easily? If we leave Wuyang City, how can they be willing if they don't chase us and kill us without leaving a piece of armor?"

This was originally the situation of the Feng family that day, but now that the world has changed, it has turned to the Zheng family.

Zheng Mingyu's finger marks on his face were like tears, and he didn't dare to say more.

Zheng Tu took a sip, at today's critical juncture, the roughness and brutality of his youth were all reflected, and he did not look like he usually looked calm.

"Dad, you don't have to say it!"

Zheng Jingwei's body staggered, his face was pale, and he gritted his teeth, "I will eat the three-day death pill!"

Zheng Jingwei figured it out, and now that he has to eat even if he doesn't eat.

Although he is a great martial artist-level martial artist, in Wuyang City, everyone regards him as the Zheng family, or a subordinate of Zheng Tu, and the name Zheng Jingwei has no meaning when listed alone.

He is not for the Zheng family, nor is he forced by his father's obscenity.

But at this point, you have to do it if you don't do it!

Zheng Jingwei let out a low snort, gritted his teeth again, stuffed the three-day death pill into his mouth, the corners of his mouth and cheeks moved, and finally swallowed it!

"Good!"

Zheng Tu patted him on the shoulder, with a smile on his face, "Jingwei, you remember not to keep your hands, do your best, no matter what, let that little rabbit cub get a little injured!"

It turned out that after taking the three-day death pill, his father still didn't have any hope for himself, Zheng Jingwei's face was sad, and he nodded.

"Dad, don't worry!"

"I won't let you down!"

He pulled out the long sword on his waist, and in Zhuge Dan's urging, he flew down, and the momentum was quite amazing.

Zheng Jingwei landed steadily in front of Feng Ziyue, his body was skillful and wonderful, but unfortunately this time, there were many fewer people applauding.

The farce on the Zheng family's high platform just now, Feng Ziyue saw it in his eyes one by one, and the ugliness of the loser was always so greasy. It's a pity that the details of the three-day death pill are really not real.

In Feng Ziyue's eyes, Zheng Jingwei was just an ordinary great martial artist. If he does it with all his might, he can take Zheng Jingwei's life without ten moves.

What he has to do is heal his wounds in this fight.

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