Is it the problem with that glass of wine?

Yang Jie's brows were tightly clenching together.

He should have expected that Wen Yanqing would definitely not be at ease with kindness, but unfortunately he didn't expect that the other party would even get in for killing him...

"I said it long ago, you must die today!" Wen Yanqing saw Yang Jie's painful appearance, and the smile on his face increased a little.

"Mu Yi!" Wen Jiajia staggered towards Yang Jie.

"Is it okay?" Yang Jie looked at Wen Jiajia, his brain started to work quickly, thinking about how to escape from the bar that never sleeps.

"puff--"

But at this moment, Yang Jie suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his abdomen. He looked down and saw Wen Jiajia holding a dagger in his hand. The tip of the dagger had already stabbed his abdomen.

Yang Jie covered his abdomen, his eyes full of disbelief.

Wen Jiajia succeeded in one blow, without a moment of hesitation, and quickly retreated and came to Shi Xiang and Wen Yanqing.

"Hahaha, the surname Mu, did you not expect it?! I really don't know if you are naive or stupid. Do you think Jiajia will deal with us for you?" Wen Yanqing looked at Yang Jie's gloomy face and couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Why?!" Yang Jie looked at the three of them in confusion.

He couldn't figure out how he was poisoned!

Is the dish poisonous?!

But Shi Xiang ate it first, and he ate it. If it was a wine glass, why was Wen Jiajia not poisoned?!

Wen Yanqing seemed to see through what Yang Jie was thinking and continued, "Don't be surprised, you are indeed poisoned, and the wine is indeed poisonous!"

"Then why are you okay?" Yang Jie asked with a gloomy face.

"Because you are a noble cultivator, and we are just ordinary people!" Wen Yanqing showed a very exaggerated look and continued: "This kind of poison will only be useful to cultivators. It will circulate in your body along your blood. Even if we don't take action, you will be killed by the poison today!"

“…”

When Yang Jie heard Wen Yanqing's words, his brows frowned even deeper.

And at this moment, five figures rushed in. These five were all cultivators of the Wen family, and the person who was the leader was Wen San.

Seeing the five people appearing, Yang Jie's face changed slightly, and his right hand shook, and several lark herbs appeared in his hands.

As soon as the lark grass was bought, Yang Jie immediately stuffed it into his mouth and started chewing it in big mouths.

"What are you eating?" Wen Yanqing asked in confusion.

"A medicine that can relieve all kinds of poisons!" Yang Jie wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinned and said.

"This...how is this possible..."

Wen Yanqing's face changed slightly when he heard Yang Jie's words. He bought this poison at a high price. How could it be easily resolved?!

"Mr. Wen, don't be fooled by this kid. I think this kid is just bluffing. How can there be a medicine in the world that can cure hundreds of poisons? Let's take it down now!" Shi Xiang said.

Hearing Shi Xiang's words, Wen Yanqing's face looked a little better and said sarcastically: "Boy, you are cunning. I was almost deceived by you!"

"Did you lie to me? You can just try it?"

Yang Jie's mouth raised slightly, but his heart was in a state of uproar.

Because as Shi Xiang said, the lark grass cannot dispel the poisonous gas, but only temporarily suppressed the poisonous gas.

Xiao Zhuang once said before that this lark can indeed degrade most of the poison, but not all!

"Come on me!" Wen Yanqing stopped talking nonsense, waved his sleeves, and four Wen family thugs, except Wen San, rushed towards Yang Jie.

"Six meridians and magic fingers."

Yang Jie stepped on the floating light and faced the Wen family thugs who rushed forward without any dodging. He faced the difficulties and pointed at one of the Wen family thugs.

The Wen family was shocked and quickly waved the weapons in his hand to block it.

"Click--"

The gold and iron clashed, and the weapon of the Wen family thug was instantly cut off by the six meridians.

At the same time, Yang Jie had already arrived in front of the other party and pressed one hand on the other party's chest.

"!" The Wen family thug was shocked. It was too late to dodge. Yang Jie swung a fire seven-star palm out, and the fire dragon soared into the sky thug steadily hit the Wen family thug.

The man instantly changed into a fire man, and with a series of wails, he fell to the ground and fell to his knees...

After killing one person, Yang Jie grabbed the void with his right hand and sacrificed the Mosaichi Bone Sword.

Although he was extremely poisonous, he still forced himself to suppress the toxins in his body with only a bloody stream and rushed towards several other cultivators from the literary family.

"Swish!~"

The Mosaichio Bone Sword swayed, bringing up the golden light that soared into the sky and slashed at another thug of the Wen family.

The Wen family was shocked. It was too late to dodge. As the blood fell, the man's head and body separated...

"Bang--"

But at this moment, Yang Jie felt his brain sink. At some point, a thug from Wen's family had already walked behind him and waved the iron rod to smash it at the back of Yang Jie's head.

The Wen family thug thought that this stick would make Yang Jie's head burst, but he never expected that the stick would split into two, and the hand holding the stick would even break even more.

Yang Jie was not having a good time. Even though he had an immortal golden body, there were still slight blood flowing from the top of his head, and he looked very ferocious.

The thug from the Wen family saw that the stick broke and realized that something was wrong, so he quickly retreated.

But how could Yang Jie give him this opportunity? He grabbed the other person's neck, and with force, the Wen family's thug's neck was instantly pinched, his head tilted, and he died.

"!"

The only remaining thug of the Wen family wanted to take advantage of Yang Jie's distraction to attack the other party, but his companions couldn't hold on for a second. When they saw him in the blink of an eye, they were the only one left. They couldn't help but feel shocked and dared not continue fighting, so they turned around and ran away.

"Where to run?!"

Yang Jie angrily rebuked, and the Mosaichi Bone Sword swung with the momentum, and the golden sword energy instantly submerged the last person.

"This...how is this possible? Could it be that he is not poisoned?!"

Wen Yanqing and the other two all changed their faces. Originally, in their opinion, these Wen family thugs didn't need to appear, and Yang Jie would definitely die because of poisonous gas...

But what about now?!

These thugs of the literary family fell down one by one, but Yang Jie seemed to have nothing to do.

"Mr. Wen, don't worry. This kid is indeed poisonous. He just insists on breathing. I will go up and finish him now!" Wen San said slowly.

"Okay, kill it quickly." Wen Yanqing said quickly.

The only ones they can rely on now are Wen San, the strongest man in the Wen family. If even Wen San can't stop Yang Jie from being poisoned, then they will be afraid that they will end up suffering from the Hongmen Banquet they carefully arranged this time!

Wen San nodded slightly and approached Yang Jie step by step, "Boy, your strength is very good. In his heyday, maybe even I was not your opponent, but now, do you think you can still win me?!"

The Parrot Grass could barely suppress the poison.

But as Yang Jie's continuous actions accelerated the circulation of poison, the lark could no longer suppress it, and a black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

But Yang Jie still forced himself to breathe a sigh of relief, looked at Wen San coldly, and smiled and said, "How can you know if you don't try?"

"You dare to be stubborn until you die!" Wen San snorted coldly and slapped Yang Jie's chest with a palm.

Seeing the big hand that was being patted, Yang Jie quickly stepped back by the floating light, dodging the other party's palm.

The blow failed. Wen San did not hesitate for a moment, and his right leg arched slightly and kicked Yang Jie's abdomen.

"Bang--"

Yang Jie quickly blocked the block with the Mosaichi Sword, but even so, he was still kicked and staggered back a few steps, and with a wow sound, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I have already said that you are poisoned now and are no match for me at all. Today next year will be your death day." Wen San's cold voice sounded.

Yang Jie felt a flash in front of him. The other party had already arrived in front of him. His star-level strength was completely revealed, and he waved his palms and blasted towards him again.

"!"

Yang Jie looked at his palms that were already close to him, and his eyebrows were thrust together! In this case, he could not avoid the opponent's attack.
Chapter completed!