You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 390 Brother Dao’s Happy Bottle

This time the result was perfect. A cloud of black smoke rose from the explosion site, without any liquid spilling. The three-leaf ragweed powder also floated everywhere with the black smoke.

"Hey, perfect. Now we just need to find some mice to test the power of this pottery jar."

"Why not just call Brother Dao Happy Bottle?"

Chang Qing couldn't help but think of an interesting story and laughed.

"Brother Dao's happy bottle, it's settled!"

Suddenly, another chill came over him. Chang Qing seemed to have thought of something and shrank his neck. The explosion just now happened above the sect. The Lingchan Liquid would not affect the people in the sect, right?

Then he shook his head again. It was just a little bit of Lingchan liquid. It certainly wouldn't happen. At most, he would get stained with the powder of three-lobed ragweed, which would cause his skin to crack and he would cough for two days. He would be fine after taking a shower. He wouldn't turn into a knife brother.

Changqing looked down the mountain, coughed twice guiltily, and kept comforting himself.

After the toad liquid was consumed, Changqing cleaned up the bottles and jars on the ground. He felt a little proud. If this thing worked, it would definitely be a great weapon to deal with the sea people in the future.

Chang Qing packed everything up and glanced guiltily at the lower half of the mountain. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he heaved a sigh of relief.

"Slipped away, slipped away~"

He had a bad feeling, so he should go back and stay quiet...

Another muffled thunder rang out, and people looked up at the sky again, only to see a cloud of black smoke gradually dissipating.

"It would be better to kill you, you scumbag, otherwise where is justice!" Some people couldn't help but express a hint of sourness that is unique to single people.

At the same time, a transparent gas mixed into the air and fell from the sky, but because of the barrier of the sect's formation, the toad liquid quickly drifted into the sect.

Changqing still underestimated the power of the Spirit Toad Liquid. This time, the Spirit Toad Liquid was burned into a transparent gas, which seemed to be more aggressive and floated towards the four directions of the Yuling Sect.

Zhuzhao Peak, as one of the eight inner sect peaks, Wang Zhao, the top tenth person in the sect who had just finished his duty and was yawning, was about to return to his residence to practice and relieve his fatigue. After the accumulation of sect resources in the past few years and the efforts to catch up, Wang Zhao's strength has also undergone earth-shaking changes.

At this moment, Wang Zhao’s realm had already reached the ninth level of Opening the Sea, and he was only a step away from advancing to Kaidan.

Wang Zhao clenched his fists and looked at the huge crystal slabs standing on each peak of the inner gate. On top of them were four large golden characters - sect ranking.

When his eyes fixed on the third position, he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

The name written there was Ling Yu.

Six years ago, Ling Yu defeated him with a crushing force in the sect competition. Even though he had superior earth spiritual roots and more resources for cultivation, the gap between him and that person became wider and wider, so wide that he felt desperate.

Looking down the rankings, his ranking has dropped to thirteenth...

"Oh~" Wang Zhao felt a little melancholy in his heart. It was not that he was annoyed, but more of a sense of frustration, a sense of fate of being used as a stepping stone, which made it difficult for him to raise his spirits again.

"Hmph~" At this moment, a cold snort suddenly came from beside him, as if showing disdain and contempt.

Wang Zhao, who was immersed in his thoughts, was immediately annoyed by this sound~

He turned around angrily and saw a disciple next to him holding out a little finger in front of his face.

This disciple stared at Wang Zhao intently, his eyes were extremely aggressive, as if he was mocking him.

"How come even a disciple like you who is at the first level of Pi Hai has the strength to laugh at me now?"

Wang Zhao found the other person's appearance even more unbearable, as it seemed to have touched upon his wounds.

The man looked at him sideways, without putting his hands down, still with the same expression.

"Even you think that I am the whetstone of genius?" Wang Zhao's voice was loud, as if he was venting his truest thoughts.

The disciple froze in place, not knowing what was going on and was a little panicked. He happened to see Wang Zhao, who was able to move freely. He wanted to ask for help, but Wang Zhao seemed to be having a hysterical attack. Wang Zhao's face became more and more red as he spoke. Before he had even said a few words, he actually broke down his own defenses, causing the disciple to panic as well.

I'm standing here stiffly for no reason. Now it looks like I'm going to get beaten up. I wonder if I didn't check the almanac before going out.

When the disciple accidentally saw his own gesture, he suddenly realized that the beating he received was not unjust.

But he was picking his nose before he became stiff. How could this be such a coincidence? Maybe this is fate.

But he had no time to think at this moment. The aura of Wang Zhao in front of him rose, blowing away the dust around him. The shadow of a giant ape wearing stone armor appeared in the same place, flickering.

This is the Dharma image that can be condensed after reaching the Kaidan realm. Wang Zhao was able to condense it with the strength of the ninth level of Pihai. He is truly gifted.

Looking at the giant ape's ochre eyes and its rocky fist, the frozen disciple couldn't help swallowing his saliva. If he were really attacked by this ape, he would definitely not be able to withstand it with his strength at the initial stage of Pi Hai. What's more, standing frozen now would mean he would be willing to get beaten. He would lose half his life in such a blow.

But he couldn't explain it.

Big misunderstanding!

"Your opponent is Wang Zhao, the second disciple of Zhuzhao Peak of Yuling Sect. He challenges you!" Wang Zhao asked for a fight.

No one is allowed to fight within the Yuling Sect without permission. Only with the consent of both parties can a fight take place, otherwise there will be the most severe punishment.

Nose-picking disciple: ...

It's a pity that God has destined this beating to be in vain~

Seeing that this disciple had not hesitated at all when he saw him taking a stance, he didn't even move his hands. He continued to look at him with a sidelong glance, extremely arrogant.

"Yeah drink!"

Wang Zhao couldn't help but become even more annoyed, and laughed in anger: "What a arrogant boy! Seeing your attitude, I have accepted the challenge. In this case, I will take action!"

Wang Zhao stomped on the ground suddenly, causing it to sink. He then rushed out like an arrow and instantly came in front of the disciple. In the disciple's horrified eyes, the huge giant ape's image slammed into his abdomen.

The disciple did not feel any pain, he just felt his body lighten, and all he saw was the clouds in the sky.

"Goodbye Mom and Dad, I'm going to sail away tonight~" The child had tears in the corners of his eyes.

Then the disciple fell into the mountains and disappeared without a trace.

"I thought you were so strong, but you're just so-so. Come out and continue fighting!" Wang Zhao shouted, but there was no response.

"Those who are afraid of fighting are nothing but rats!" Wang Zhao cursed, and he felt that the stuffiness in his chest was relieved a lot.

After the Dharma image disappeared, Wang Zhao twisted his neck, shook his shoulders and shouted, "It feels so good~"

Walking up the mountain, usually everyone was rushing to other places, but there were few people walking on this mountain path, so he didn't notice anything unusual.

From time to time on the mountain road, there were sounds of punching, and soon there were one or two words of praise, but they were just self-praise.