"Little Hou Ye, it's useless! He Anzhong is 'Ghost Seeing Sorrow', this poison is extremely violent, and the attack is extremely fast, even a peak martial artist can't resist it. He An's internal strength is profound, and he has worked hard until now, and if he were an ordinary martial artist, he would have died a long time ago. Unless there is an antidote, the old man will not be able to save him at all. ”

Steward Cao was also at a loss in the face of Zheng Yiqing's bitter pleading, and his old face was sad.

When some of the captive warriors around heard this, they all secretly exchanged glances, and their hearts were about to move.

But no one dared to act rashly.

Even if He An was poisoned, Steward Cao, Master Hou and others were also masters in the later stage of martial arts, as well as big men with cheeks and thin warriors, all of whom were Zheng Yiqing's cronies, and they were not easy to deal with.

"Little Hou Ye, here is the antidote to 'ghost sorrow'. ”

Poison master Lin Fei struggled in his heart, thought about it for a while, and finally decided to hand over the antidote, why An drove the poison.

Maybe you can follow Zheng Yiqing and others to go to sea to find immortals, and you don't have to worry about being trapped on this isolated island to face the increasing number of ferocious sea beasts on the island. This is more promising than sticking to the cave camp with Ye Mo, Gao Yan and others.

"What, you have an antidote?"

Zheng Yiqing was ecstatic, and hurriedly grabbed Lin Yuan's arm, "Hurry! Hurry up and take it out, He An can't do it!"

"Slow"

Master Hou suddenly showed suspicion and said, "He Ancai has been poisoned by ghosts, how can you have an antidote in your hands? It can't be fake, you want to kill He An, right?"

"Nature is a real antidote! I'm a poison maker, and I can make 'Oni Sorrow' poison and antidote! I found Oni Sorrow Poison Herb on the island, so I made a belt to defend myself. ”

The poison master looked stunned and explained cautiously.

He was very afraid that he would leak his mouth, and if he let Zheng Yiqing know that Ye Mo's poison was given by him, he was afraid that he would cause trouble.

Zheng Yiqing waved his hand and interrupted, "No matter, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor! It is important to save people first, and if you don't save them, He An will die!"

He didn't believe that Lin Fei had the courage to deceive him, so he immediately sprinkled half of the antidote on He An's arm wound, and poured half of it into He An's mouth, and poured some water into He An's mouth with a water bag.

Then, Zheng Yiqing stared at He An's changes.

Soon, the blackness on He An's face gradually faded, and his complexion was no longer black, but only a little pale.

He gradually woke up, opened his eyes and glanced at Zheng Yiqing, but his whole body was still paralyzed and extremely weak, and when he saw that he was safe, he didn't say much.

"He An has finally woken up!

Zheng Yiqing was overjoyed, and when he saw that He An's poison was removed, he was also relieved and slowly calmed down.

"Lin Yuan, just now you said that you have studied this poison, then you will prepare the 'Ghost Seeing Sorrow' poison now, I will retaliate with a tooth for a tooth, so that guy can also taste this poison!"

Zheng Yiqing hated and turned back to the poison master and said.

"I'm afraid this won't work. ”

The poison man smiled wryly and shook his head, wondering how to explain it.

"For what?"

Zheng Yiqing was strange.

"He has the 'ghost sorrow' poison in his hand, and there is also an antidote, on this island, I only found a strong poisonous weed of ghost sorrow, and the other poisonous herbs are too low in grade and too weak, and they can be forced out of the body by internal strength, and it is difficult to have an effect. ”

The poison master said helplessly.

Even if he had the intention to conceal it and not say that Ye Mo had an antidote in his hands, but when he went to attack the camp with real guns and real knives, these would be exposed sooner or later, and I was afraid that the consequences would be even more serious at that time.

"You didn't give it to him! No excuse! People who are engaged in the profession of poison maker are extremely rare, and it is already rare to have you alone, it is impossible for two poison masters to appear on this small broken island, and only you can refine the poison of ghosts. ”

Master Hou narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "You gave the ghost sorrow poison to that kid, and used the antidote to detoxify He An, swaying from side to side on the wall, what kind of heart do you have?!"

"What? Did you give the 'ghost sorrow' poison to that guy surnamed Ye? bastard, if it weren't for your poison, He An would have been poisoned and returned home, I would have taken that kid's camp today! Could it be that you secretly colluded with that kid? Get out!"

Zheng Yiqing was taken aback, and suddenly his face was bruised and erect, and he screamed angrily at the poison master. If it weren't for the fact that many of the poison master's subordinates were all working in the prisoner camp, he would have been eager to cut the poison master with a knife.

The poison master was so speechless that he was spittled on.

He lowered his head and retreated, his face already distorted, feeling the mocking gaze from the warriors and captives around him, and he couldn't help but hate in his heart.

He began to regret that he didn't stay in Ye Mo's camp just now, so he had a little friendship, and he didn't have to be scolded here.

Zheng Yiqing couldn't attack the camp with poison, so he had to give up this idea and take all the warriors back to the prisoner camp to make a batch of spirit wood shields.

He An had just finished detoxifying, and his body was extremely weak and needed to be recuperated. Most of the other more than a dozen martial artists were also wounded by arrows and guns, and they needed time to heal. There will be no way to continue attacking the cave camp for a while.

Dusk ended, and the night covered the sky.

The starry sky is vast, the sky is full of stars, the stars are dotted, and a Milky Way hangs in the sky.

"In a few days, we should be able to rush to the ninth layer of the body refining stage!!"

Ye Mo silently stood on the low wooden arrow tower in the middle of the camp, taking turns to lookout, savoring the hard struggle on the island during this time, and felt a little emotional. My mind suddenly drifted to a distant childhood memory.

When he was seven years old, in the early winter of Wuguo, there was heavy snowfall, the sky and the earth were snow-white, and the snow was covered for thousands of miles. The snowflakes are falling slowly, like falling flowers, and they are beautiful.

"Mo'er, Dad went to the battlefield to kill the enemy, you have to take care of you and your mother at home. ”

"Don't forget to temper your body every day, wait for your father to be rewarded for his meritorious service on the battlefield, and when you come back, I will buy you a good martial arts secret! Dad is waiting for the day when Mo'er becomes a peak martial artist, becomes a general of the martial arts, and glorifies his ancestors!"

On that day, a middle-aged man dressed in a warrior uniform, lovingly caressed the young child standing at the door. Even if he is just an ordinary soldier of the martial arts, he still longs for his son to become a general in charge of thousands of armies.

"Dad, come back early!"

Beside the child stood a woman with tears in her eyes, but she tried her best to refrain from letting them flow.

The young child snuggled up to his mother, watching his father walk farther and farther, and he did not cry or make a fuss.

He knew that his father went to the battlefield and died for life.

He saw the tears in his mother's eyes, and in the crystal, it was the back of a middle-aged man.

It's getting smaller, but it's getting deeper. Until he disappeared, he realized that it was not really gone, but hidden in his mother's heart.

Months, winter.

The battle did not go well, and the soldiers of the Wu expedition returned one after another, transporting back corpses one by one. One of them was Ye Mo's father, who was hit by seven arrows in his body, just to attack the head of the enemy country first.

The mother vomited blood on the spot, was grief-stricken and indignant, her heart was bruised, and she died of depression half a year later.

But before dying, she still told Ye Mo that she must fulfill his father's last wish, that is, to become a peak martial artist, a general, and a glorious ancestor.

He was eight years old at the time, and he had just learned to make his own fire, cook, chop wood, do laundry, carry water, and remember his father's last wishes.

He worked in the Wuwang City Inn for half a year, earned dozens of copper plates, and bought a book of the cheapest "Cutting Waves" martial arts secrets at a market stall.

He himself made a wooden sword out of wood.

Then, it was in the country of Wu to make a living alone, in the middle of the rivers, for ten years of ascetic cultivation of cutting waves.

"The peak of martial arts, I will soon be able to reach it! Although I have not become a general of the martial country, if I find the East China Sea Immortal Village and become an immortal one day, it will be more glorious than becoming a general!"

Ye Mo muttered softly.

A bonfire raised in the cave camp sounded with a "crackling" sound, and all the warriors laughed and talked around the bonfire, disrupting Ye Mo's long-term memory.

He spent an hour in the watchtower, changing the other people to take a turn.

Now there are nearly ten people in the cave camp, and each person only needs to stand guard for an hour, and rest the rest of the time to stay energetic.

Ye Mo got off the low wooden arrow tower, walked to the bonfire and sat down, listening to the other warriors talking.

Since the killing of the young demon crab a few nights ago, the night on the island has been calm in the past few days, and almost no sea beasts have come to infest Ye Mo's camp again. Only occasionally, one or two small sea snakes that don't have long eyes will come to the vicinity of the cave camp and add a "roast snake meat" for Ye Mo and others, I have to say that the sea snake meat is still very delicious, tender and delicious.

Tonight was very quiet, there were no sea beasts, everyone gathered around the bonfire to chat, from the life experience, martial arts cultivation, and immortal dreams.

The island is boring, and there is nothing to do in the evenings except to chat.

After talking for a while, Ye Mo learned the origin of Gao Yan's gang, almost all of them were Yan State martial artists. The Yan State is also a country bordering the Wu Country where he is located, and among the dozens of countries around the Wu Kingdom, the Yan State is not very strong.

Mo Ling, Wang Hu, Yang You and others are from Donglai Kingdom. Donglai is a fairly powerful country by the sea.

Only Ye Mo came from the farthest martial country.

And what surprised Ye Mo the most was that in fact, there were also immortal cultivators in the secular realm, but the number was extremely rare. And they hardly ask about the world, their whereabouts are secretive, and little is known.

However, they have frequent contacts with the high-level royal families of various countries, and occasionally select some disciples with good qualifications from some powerful nobles or big gangs on the rivers and lakes to take them to the islands of the East China Sea to cultivate immortals.

Only then did a large number of legends spread about the East China Sea Immortal Village.

As for the children of the common people, they will not accept it. Even if the talent is outstanding to the level of demons, it needs a very high immortal fate, otherwise it will be in vain.

The quenching herbs needed to cultivate a high-level martial artist were enough to bankrupt an ordinary big family.

Not to mention cultivating an immortal cultivator, the herbs and elixirs required are even more immeasurable, and they consume immortal cultivation resources very much.

That's why they chose those big gangs or big nobles, and only they could provide such precious body quenching herbs for cultivating ninth-level peak martial artists.

The warriors chatted for a while, gradually became sleepy, and each fell asleep in the cave.