Shock!The sick boy group spoiled him as a full-level boss

Feng Lao didn't expect Fu Hanzhang to be a master of medicine and poison.

At the beginning, Cui Hongjian asked him to recuperate Fu Hanzhang's body, but Fu Hanzhang gave himself acupuncture casually, which was able to make his pulse flicker.

One second it seemed to be alive and well, and the next second it was dying.

Such a method is simply unheard of before!

Later, Fu Hanzhang used various precious medicinal materials to make various pills.

Obviously they are all great tonics, but they have become poison in Fu Hanzhang's hands.

Terrible!

Terrible!

Feng Lao shook his head at the master of Wumaimai and said, "This Xuanming pill is made by combining Jiujiu 81 precious nourishing medicinal materials and sorting them according to a certain amount."

"If you want to get rid of this poison, you need to find out the ordering method of 81 kinds of elixir, and then find out the dosage of these elixir, then you can start to prepare the antidote, and this is impossible for old people."

Feng Lao's status in Zhennan Army is also very high.

Otherwise, the channel will not be guarded.

His ability to cure poison, not to mention the Zhennan Army, even the Northern Zhou Dynasty, is also second to none.

Even he couldn't get rid of the poison, one can imagine how desperate the master of five veins was.

The masters of the five veins are not stupid people, and they knelt down directly: "See you, young master!"

"How can I, a sick child, be worthy of being your young master?"

"How can I, a trash who doesn't know a single word, deserve to be your young master?"

"I alone..."

Just now, the master of Wumaimai mocked Fu Hanzhang's words, but now he fought back.

Treat others with their own way!

Fu Hanzhang's voice was cool and cool, his face was obviously smiling, and his big eyes were also full of smiles, but the master of Wumaimai felt his back shiver.

Fu Hanzhang continued: "At the beginning, the ancestors founded the Zhennan Army to protect the Zhennan Hou Mansion, and gave the Zhennan Army extremely high remuneration and treatment..."

"Your ancestors were born in grasslands, knew a little about martial arts, and even came from grassroots bandits in the past. If your ancestor Xiao Jingxing hadn't given them a chance to practice martial arts, how could you be where you are today?"

The master of Wumaimai directly knelt there, sweating profusely.

Isn't Fu Hanzhang's words beating them?

Fu Hanzhang continued: "The old ancestor Xiao Jingxing was too merciful. He established the Zhennan Army and Tianxuan Mountain, but the Zhennanhou Mansion was almost wiped out three times."

"I'm different. What I want, what I want, is not just ordinary for Zhennan Houfu, what I want is the whole world!"

The indifferent voice made the master of Wumaimai stunned in place.

Fu Hanzhang sneered, and continued: "If you want to overthrow the Zhennanhou Mansion, if I don't need someone in my hands. Otherwise, you will be dead now."

"The poison of Xuanming in your body will seep into your blood, and stay in your body for life after life, and the body of your descendants..."

"If you dare to betray again, give it a try."

The threat of being upright and aboveboard made the master of Wumaimai unable to refute.

"Slaves don't dare." The masters of the five veins said in unison.

Just now they were so rebellious and superior, they were completely defeated in front of Fu Hanzhang, and they called themselves "slaves".

"Feng Lao, let's see why the pulse master of the Killer Pavilion didn't come?" Fu Hanzhang said coldly.

Feng Lao said respectfully: "This old servant just checked..."

"No, I'm here." A mellow voice sounded.

A figure appeared at the door. He didn't see the situation inside the room, but said arrogantly: "I am busy with affairs in the Assassin Pavilion, and even a minute and a second are extremely precious. How can I waste it on you, a sick bastard."

He strode in, eyes full of contempt.

However, when he saw the master of five veins kneeling there, he was a little surprised: "Why are you five kneeling here?"

He was puzzled, but as a killer's habit, he was telling him that things might not be simple.

Fu Hanzhang said expressionlessly: "Since your ability is so poor, there is no need to be the pulse master of the Assassin Pavilion."

"I don't keep useless people around me."

The leader of the killer pavilion laughed a few times: "Who do you think you are? Young master? Don't say I don't admit it, even the entire Zhennan army doesn't admit it."

"It's just a waste, a sick person, and he's still putting on airs here."

The pulse master of the Assassin Pavilion completely ignored the winking hints from Feng Lao and Wu Mai pulse master.

He even pulled a chair by himself, sat down directly, raised his legs, looked down at Fu Hanzhang with disdain in his eyes.

Fu Hanzhang is just a waste.

He really doesn't care.

With a playful smile on the corner of Fu Hanzhang's lips, he said calmly: "I have ten thousand ways to kill you, which one do you think I should use?"

"Hahaha!!" The pulse master of the Assassin Pavilion laughed loudly, and before he could speak, Feng Lao and the five pulse masters all knelt down.

"Please let the young master let him go this time, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

This surprised the pulse master of the Assassin Pavilion.

This... What is the situation?

"Are the six of you really stupid? To admit that a waste is the young master..."

Before the master of the Assassin Pavilion finished speaking, he was forcibly interrupted by Feng Lao: "Shut up! Hurry up to meet the young master, kneel down and kowtow, and ask the young master to spare your life."

The pulse master of the Assassin Pavilion's eyes were full of disdain, and he said disapprovingly: "Just this... trash can kill me? Feng Lao, don't you have Alzheimer's disease? Your eyes are not working well?"

"What's more..." The leader of the Assassin Pavilion changed the subject, and said with a gloating smile on his face: "What's more, whether this young master can live is a problem, after all..."

"After all, my Assassin Pavilion received orders from three employers to hire assassins to kill this young master at the same time, and the amount given was at least 10 taels of silver."

"You said... do I pick it up?"

"Still not accepting?"

The pulse master of the Assassin Pavilion, with a smug smile in his eyes.

"Whether you accept it or not is not up to you." Fu Hanzhang said softly: "After all, whether you can continue to be the master of the Assassin Pavilion is still a question?"

Fu Hanzhang waved his sleeve robe, and ten golden needles appeared in his hands.

These ten golden needles directly attacked the pulse master of the Assassin Pavilion.

The pulse master of the Assassin Pavilion looked at Fu Hanzhang disapprovingly, and said disdainfully, "Hidden weapon? Young master of waste, are you going to sneak attack this much?"

"It's a pity, you met me, so you are destined to fail."

The master of the killer pavilion is very confident that he can avoid the attack of the golden needle.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the smile on his face froze.

He suddenly realized that he was about to dodge, but he couldn't dodge at all. The speed of the golden needle was too fast, piercing into his acupoint as if visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, he was unable to move, and something strange appeared on his body, which made him feel very uncomfortable.