His family knows his own affairs. Although Zhao Fan's martial arts practices mainly focus on "broadness", overall, his foundation is ultimately based on the three unique skills.

First, it is the "weed dress magic skill" that has been practicing since childhood. This magic skill has a great future prospect. It is even enough to enter the realm of a super expert when it reaches the "tenth level of heaven", but at this moment, the skill of the "fifth level of heaven" is not enough to compete with real masters above the grandmaster.

Secondly, it is the "blood nerve" created by Zhao Fan and his adoptive father. This skill itself has great development potential. After Zhao Fan combined with the "Thousand Poisons and Heart Sutra", it can not only replenish the exhausted inner energy, but also assist in strengthening the power of the moves. However, "creation" does not mean "training". It still requires considerable attempts to convert "ideas" into "strength", at least it is not worthy of expectation now.

Therefore, in the end, among the three unique skills of Zhao Fan, the only one who can compete with the true masters above the Grandmaster was the only one left in the "Wan Poison Heart Sutra" that just merged two volumes and saw the light of heaven again.

An Shiqing, the founder of this set of peerless poison skills, was originally a super master rare in the world, and was familiar with peak powerful people such as Sun En, Yan Fei. As early as the beginning of his creation, this senior "Pill King" decided to create a peerless magical skill. Even in the battle at the peak of this world, this "Wan Poison Heart Sutra" must not be reduced to an optional background.

Therefore, this "Ten Thousand Poison Heart Sutra" is actually the supreme martial arts book of the Poison Sect. Once you have a slight success, you can fight in the first grade of high school at any time, and use your weaker cultivation to destroy stronger opponents.

The reason why he never used it in the battle just now is because Zhao Fan knew very well that Oboi, who had taken the "Ten Nian Ginseng Emperor", had already changed his physique and became invincible for all poisons. Not to mention the foundation of the Ten Thousand Poisons that he had just started, even a poisonous master like Ximen Muye who has been practicing poison skills for decades, would not even be able to use poison medicine to destroy this madman with poison medicine.

But now, the only enemy immune to poison skills has disappeared. In order to completely defeat Ximen Muye's protective skills, Zhao Fan used this amazing evil skills without hesitation.

Just a slight boost of energy, the miserable green mist and the purple light smoke seemed to emerge out of thin air. The "poisonous qi" that gushed out of Zhao Fan's palm and poisoned into his bone marrow suddenly penetrated into his body from Ximen Muye's seven orifices. The whole scene was extremely strange. Even a person who was a knowledgeable person like Zhu Sheng, if he had not been familiar with Zhao Fan, just seeing this gloomy and terrifying scene, he might have been the first impression that he would have beaten Zhao Fan into a bad party.

In the eyes of the bystanders, this scene was so shocking that Ximen Muye, who had truly been poisoned, was even more desperate at this moment.

As a master of poisoning for more than ten years, Ximen Muye naturally knew the secret of the "Wan Poisonous Heart Sutra". He also knew that the "Wan Poisonous Heart Sutra" is actually the "using poison" method in the second volume of the "Wan Poisonous Heart Sutra". The poison element cultivated in this way is naturally restrained by the upper capsule method. Once he meets a master who practices the "Wan Poisonous Heart Sutra", he may be controlled by others at any time - if the true element that has been cultivated in his body is hard, he will be controlled by the enemy as if he is a finger-like enemy. How can there be any suspense in such a battle?

Originally, if this old thief was intact and had his internal strength foundation for decades of cultivation, he could easily stabilize his virility. Unless he forced the poisonous energy out of his body, there would be no possibility of being easily controlled by Zhao Fan.

But unfortunately, Ximen Muye was severely injured before. Not only was he physically disabled, but his blood, Qi and essence were also greatly damaged due to this serious injury. His strong skills almost fell to the bottom, and he could no longer resist the poison control ability of the "Wan Poison Heart Sutra".

At this moment, when Zhao Fan forced all the strands of "poisonous primordial energy" he had worked hard into Ximen Muye's body, this ten thousand poisonous true energy was like a seed, and crazily absorbed the pure poison skills in Ximen Muye's body. Using the vigorous poisonous power that the old thief had practiced for decades as a nourishment, it quickly transformed and enriched itself. Not only did it increase in quantity but also achieved a transformation in "quality"!

In this way, the poisonous energy was activated and turned three or five times into Ximen Muye's body. The poisonous energy in the old thief's body was absorbed, and the remaining pure internal energy was corroded and dispersed by the poisonous energy. He could never recover his old view for the rest of his life.

After confirming that the old thief Ximen had no harm, Zhao Fan breathed a sigh of relief and slowly absorbed the "poisonous elixir" that had increased by dozens of times.

Once the Poison Yuan, which had undergone transformation, entered the body, the aura of Zhao Fan's body immediately underwent earth-shaking changes.

The "Ten Thousand Poisons True Sutra" true energy, which was initially acquired, was pushed through the threshold of small success without any effort, and then pushed upwards. Zhao Fan's cultivation, which was originally only a first-class realm, also quickly jumped to the peak level of the master, and was even three points stronger than Yuan Shixiao in the "Red Flower Society". If Ximen Muye had not suffered a loss of energy under the severe injury, just the "great replenishment" obtained from this old thief would probably have pushed Zhao Fan directly into the realm of the master!

It has to be said that although this battle is extremely dangerous, the rewards received are also extremely generous. Just this huge improvement, which is worthless, has saved Zhao Fan from many years of hard work, and has allowed him to make his progress speed to catch up with Li Shengnan and Huo Qingtong, the talented prides of heaven.

However, among the three unique foundations of Zhao Fan's unique skills, the "weeding clothes magic skill" that was the foundation of his life, was regrettably surpassed by the "Heart Sutra of Ten Thousand Poisons" in one fell swoop. For a period of time that he could imagine, his main combat martial arts might have temporarily changed from the "100-100-100" path to the poisonous success.

In this way, my style of painting has changed drastically. I hope that everyone will not be beaten in the world...

After a little worried about his future, Zhao Fan showed a bitter smile on his face, while sitting steadily on the ground, using his power to transform himself into the inner world that had just soared.

Judging from the scene, everything has been settled and there seems to be no danger again.

——Why was thinking about this, among the scattered pieces of earth and stone on the battlefield, a pile of earth bun suddenly exploded. Thousands of stone fragments flew into the air, revealing the figures inside the earth bun. It was Hong Antong, the leader of the "Shenlong Sect" who was blown away by Oboi in the midst of the fight just now!

Logically speaking, this comrade-in-arms who had just fought together survived, and Zhao Fan and others should have been sincerely happy for him. Unfortunately, the old man's face was fierce and hostile expression destined that Zhao Fan and others could no longer regard him as a "friend".

What exactly does this old man want to do?

Zhao Fan, Li Shengnan, chased his life, and Qiu Qianren, the injured soldiers, were either seriously injured and exhausted or were stepping up their power. In short, they were all bad at the same time. If Hong Antong had any evil thoughts, it would be difficult to resist.

At this moment, as Hong Antong's eyes were filled with blood, the few people could only watch him nervously and slowly approach him.

"Ha ha!"

Master Hong looked around and squeezed out a few hoarse and crazy laughter from his throat.

"Ha! Obai is dead, but I am still alive, and these few of us 'friends' have no power to fight back. Isn't this scene destined by God to make me, Mr. Hong the final winner?"

"Haha, hahahaha!" Hong Antong said, laughing again, but after a while, he stopped laughing.

"Well, now is not the time to laugh. The most important thing is to take advantage of the opportunity when you can't move and send you to the road as soon as possible!" Master Hong said, while his fingers were condensed into a grab. The next moment, the "Spring and Autumn Sword" condensed into a true energy appeared in his hands again.

"Hey, it's not that I, Hong, have any hatred for you, but only the treasures like the Ten Thousand Years of Ginseng Emperor, only those who are virtuous are there. You have insufficient virtue and are really not suitable to share them with Hong, so--"

Hong Antong said, sneering bloody sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's die for me!"

As he said this, the Chunqiu sword in the hand of Master Hong suddenly raised and slashed down at Zhao Fan with all his strength.
Chapter completed!