The eyes of several people were like wild wolves, staring at Zhao Yufan and listening to his words carefully.
Zhao Yufan quickly thought of something to say, "A friend gave me an antidote prescription before, so I made it step by step according to the instructions above, and finally succeeded."
He spoke very sincerely, and there was still a little bit of disbelief in his eyes, as if what he said was indeed amazing.
No one believed his words, even King Yun shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"They're fine."
Suddenly, Zhao Yufan shouted.
Everyone looked around and saw a few villagers standing up not far away.
They could not hide their shock.
The reason for shock was not that the villagers stood up, but that the elixir had worked.
The anger on the Blood King's face disappeared.
He looked at Zhao Yufan in shock, vaguely aware of something.
Even King Yun, who had experienced strong winds and waves, showed a look of surprise at this time.
With his keen perception, he naturally knew that Zhao Yufan had hidden some secrets.
Everyone has guessed a possibility.
Maybe Zhao Yufan has hidden his identity.
He is not only a warrior, but also a terrifying alchemist.
However, Zhao Yufan didn't explain it clearly, and no one asked about it, but this secret was like a little mouse, jumping up and down in everyone's hearts, making people extremely itchy.
The villagers have fully recovered.
They don't know what happened to the poisoning.
They just remember that a man in black robes appeared not long ago.
Zhao Yufan quickly thought of the Black Robe Party.
When he met a few people, he felt uneasy.
When he left, hundreds of villagers surrounded Zhao Yufan.
They were so grateful that he almost knelt on the ground to thank him.
Meng Wang and the others walked silently in front, looking very unnatural.
They were obviously part of the rescue effort, but all the credit was taken away by Zhao Yufan.
Even if one villager came to thank them, there was no one.
After waving goodbye to the villagers, Zhao Yufan was in high spirits and the smile on his face was undisguised.
Meng Wang and his party were a little helpless and unhappy, especially when they saw Zhao Yufan's smiling face, they felt even more angry and depressed.
"Can you stop laughing?"
the Blood King asked with a frown.
Hearing this, Zhao Yufan smiled even brighter, "It's not okay to laugh."
He stopped abruptly in the middle of his words and looked at the winding road ahead.
At the end of the path, rows of black-robed men could be vaguely seen.
The Blood King of the "Black Robe Party" frowned and looked at Zhao Yufan, and said unconvinced: "The two of us rushed over."
Zhao Yufan looked at the Blood King and said with a sly smile: "Okay."
Everyone walked up to the black-robed man.
There are one hundred members of the Black Robe Party, arranged neatly, holding swords and guns.
Although they are just ordinary black robes, their siege skills can trap Wu Jun, and their strength cannot be underestimated.
Zhao Yufan and the Blood King took a step forward.
They recognized each other and each took out their weapons and attacked the black-robed party.
They wanted to break through the black-robed gang with their own strength.
As soon as the two people rushed into the crowd, they were intercepted by the black-robed party.
The Black Robe Party is known as the strongest force in the Zimang Empire, and their reputation is not in vain.
Even the most ordinary members are also extremely powerful.
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Even if they do not know the art of joint siege, they can still stop Zhao Yufan and Zhao Yufan with their cultivation alone.
Blood King.
The Blood King's attacks are extremely brutal, and every attack can bring up a cloud of blood mist.
Zhao Yufan used a knife.
Under the siege of dozens of black-robed party members, he did not move.
The black-robed party members did not move either.
The two sides were in a stalemate.
Soon, the Blood King rushed out a few meters and was about to escape the siege of the black-robed party.
He was so excited that he attacked even harder, and the blood mist around him became thicker.
At this moment, Zhao Yufan finally moved.
He used the dragging technique.
A dragging knife technique, like lightning, suddenly broke through the siege of the black-robed party.
Zhao Yufan was like a cheetah.
When no one could react, he still rushed behind the black-robed party.
Between the ground where he left, a ravine appeared, with injured black-robed party on both sides of the gully.
Looking at the ravine, everyone could not describe their mood at this moment in words.
There was an undisguised shock in King Yun's deep eyes.
Many people knew that Zhao Yufan's sword was powerful, but in fact, his sword was as powerful as the sword.
"The king of swords, the tyrant of swords."
He couldn't help but murmured.
This is his evaluation of Zhao Yufan.
There are only three people in the entire Zimang Empire who can receive such evaluation from King Yun.
Two of them are the masters of the Qingyun Sect and the founders of the Black Robe Party, but even these two have not received Such a high rating.
Hearing King Yun's comments, everyone else showed envy and a hint of respect.
They were impressed by Zhao Yufan's knife dragging technique just now.
They admired Zhao Yufan's strength from the bottom of their hearts.
It was also at this moment that the Eleventh King recognized Zhao Yufan.
The Blood King stood there sluggishly and encountered several attacks, but he seemed to have no feeling and stared straight at Zhao Yufan.
Zhao Yufan shook his head helplessly and struck out with a severe water flow to help the Blood King resist the attack.
The Blood King woke up with a start and fell into a crazy fight, venting his feelings of failure.
The remnants of the Black Robe Party retreated in defeat, leaving corpses all over the ground.
Zhao Yufan and others buried the body and moved on.
After walking for half a day, smoke and dust suddenly billowed in front of us, and the sound of horses could be heard incessantly.
We could vaguely feel the ground vibrating slightly.
As the smoke and dust got closer and closer, the vibration also increased.
Everyone stopped and watched.
Zhao Yufan showed a smile, and in the billowing smoke, the figure of the Purple Light Cavalry appeared.
A thousand people came from the Purple Mango Iron Cavalry, and the leader was a Dragon Rider.
They rode the Wind Chasing Horse, and there were thirteen carriages between the teams.
After a brief introduction, Zhao Yufan and his party got on the carriage and continued to Kyoto.
With the purple-manged cavalry escort, the black-robed party seemed to have disappeared.
In the distance where the purple-manged cavalry gradually disappeared, the God of Thunder and the God of Wind stood on a mountain with no vegetation.
"They came so fast."
Fengshen's eyes flashed with contempt, "Let's go."
The God of Thunder raised his eyebrows and asked: "If you don't kill the eleven kings?"
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Fengshen blinked, pursed his lips and chuckled: "With King Yun here, they can't die.
We have blocked them several times, and we have also understood the strength of the eleven kings and seen the attitude of King Yun.
There is no need to lose more men."
Thunder God looked at Fengshen in confusion and asked: "What's King Yun's attitude?"
"He," Fengshen said sarcastically: "The old guy has been comfortable for too long and has lost the edge he had back then.
Now his attitude is that he doesn't want to help each other."
Lei Shen and Fengshen were silent for a while.
Suddenly, Fengshen laughed, "There are many talented people in the Zimang Empire, and Zhao Yufan is well hidden.
It is estimated that there are not many people in the younger generation of the entire Zimang Empire who are his opponents
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