Hearing this, Ernie's eyes lit up and she stood up excitedly, "Are you going to use Poison Lady and Poison Young Master? That's what you said, those two guys will definitely die."
But soon the excitement in Erniang's heart dissipated, she frowned and said, "But the next game is those two guys fighting Kuaishang and Iron Bowl. They are all in the same group now, so I'm worried that they will take the opportunity to make a fortune.
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"This is simple. If you don't accept their bets, you will be able to disperse the market."
The Poison King said in confusion.
"Damn, what you said is light. If you don't take their bets, it will probably cause dissatisfaction among others. How can you do business in this martial arts temple in the future?"
Of course, Er Niang knew that not taking their bets could solve all problems, but the question was, can she really do that? The answer was obviously no.
"Leave this to me, I have a way to prevent the two of them from betting."
The Poison King smiled mysteriously, as if everything was under his control.
"It's you..."
Er Niang was overjoyed, her soft figure came up like a ball of marshmallows, and leaned on the poison king with great charm. At the same time, the poison king also removed the poison from her skin, otherwise Er Niang would not dare to touch him at all.
What is the poison king? He is full of poison, which makes people unable to defend against.
"Little Demon\/The Elf..."
The poison king's dark palm gently pinched Erniang's waist. Erniang felt pain and screamed in extreme shyness, but a faint disgust appeared deep in her eyes.
Soon, the sound of phoenixes came from the room...
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The next morning, Qian Fugui arranged a golden sedan chair to take Zhang Yi and the others to the martial arts temple. After experiencing the first two battles, everything is now familiar with.
When they entered the martial arts hall, there were still overwhelming calls. I have to say... After those two battles, Zhang Yi and Princess Zi Ling's popularity had reached an unimaginable level.
But just as they walked towards the ring, a man with a dark body covered in a snake-headed mask came towards them, blocking their way.
"What a strong toxicity, is this legendary poison king?"
Zhang Yi simply inferred his identity through the other party's breath, and immediately became alert and kept a certain distance from him.
"Hahaha, young people are just cautious!"
The Poison King laughed and his eyes kept wandering on Zhang Yi and Princess Ziling.
"Police King, what do you want to do?"
Qian Fugui also hurriedly blocked Zhang Yi and Zi Ling, and asked with a bad look.
"Congratulations to Manager Qian, I heard that you have become the lord of the East Village now. You are always lucky. It's really enviable."
"I just don't know how long your luck will last?"
The Poison King said meaningfully with a provocative look in his eyes.
"If you don't worry about the poison king."
Qian Fugui snorted coldly with gloomy eyes.
"Haha, there is no other meaning. There are so many masters in this mortal city. You'd better be careful. Also... you don't bet today!"
As he spoke, the temperament of the Poison King suddenly changed, and a cold feeling was heading towards the shops of several people.
"You're a little too broad. I'm going to bet. What can you do to me?"
Qian Fugui was not afraid at all, and said tit-for-tat.
"Money is rich and powerful, but people are not in a good mood and snakes swallow elephants. I have won enough of the last two games. If you insist on betting on this game, I don't mind if you go to your fireworks every day to poison you."
"You should know who I have. If someone is poisoned every day, who would dare to go to the Fireworks Building for dinner?"
The Poison King seemed to be saying something irrelevant and threatened softly.
"Are you threatening me?"
Qian Fugui's eyes were gloomy and he asked at the Poison King with gritted teeth.
He knew that the poison king could do such a thing. Although he had few subordinates, each of them was extremely poisonous and put life and death outside of him. He was a serious death warrior.
"The next game should be facing your person, right?"
Seeing that Qian Fugui would have an attack at any time, Zhang Yi couldn't help but stand up and look at the Poison King and ask.
"how?"
The Poison King raised his eyebrows and nodded.
"Not only you can threaten, we can not place bets today, and the multiplier is not high, but let your people be careful tomorrow."
Zhang Yi hates the feeling that this poison king gives him, it is like a cold poisonous snake ready to give you a fatal blow at any time.
The Poison King was stunned, laughed loudly, and said in an extremely exaggerated manner: "Hahaha, please let my people be careful? Joke!"
"This is what you say, whether to place bets depends entirely on your heart. I am giving you a kind reminder."
After saying that, the Poison King glanced at Qian Fugui and his men and wanted to leave.
At this moment, Zhang Yi suddenly asked, "What is your relationship with the old monster poison?"
Hearing this, the Poison King paused. When he turned his mind again, his emotions fluctuated greatly. He stared at Zhang Yi with a serious look and asked, "Do you know my master?"
"It turns out it's your master, no wonder the breath is a bit similar."
Zhang Yi nodded thoughtfully. When he saw the Poison King, he felt that the aura on the Poison King was familiar at the first sight. After thinking about it, the figure of the Poison Old Monster appeared in his mind.
"My master has disappeared for hundreds of years. How can you, the junior, know him? Where is he now?"
The Poison King couldn't control his emotions in his heart, and raised his hand and wanted to control Zhang Yi. His body as fast as lightning and the black poisonous gas were emitting, which was about to wrap Zhang Yi.
At this moment, a jade stick knocked the poison king back from his shriveled palm, and at the same time forced him to retreat. "The poison king, you are a little unethical to the younger generation!"
"Die beggar, don't worry about this!"
The Poison King scolded with a gloomy expression.
But the beggar stood in front of Zhang Yi with a lazy expression, stood the jade stick in front of him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What if I have to intervene?"
The Poison King glanced at the beggar deeply, and finally retreated from his body. He looked at Zhang Yi and asked, "Where is he now?"
Zhang Yi noticed that the Poison King's mood seemed a little abnormal. He felt that his relationship with the Poison Old Monster might not be that good. He immediately pondered: "He is dead!"
Hearing this, the Poison King was stunned, as if he hadn't reacted for a while, and then burst into laughter and said, "Hahaha, the sky has eyes, that old guy is finally dead, who killed him?"
Sure enough, as Zhang Yi expected, there seemed to be some grudge between the Poison King and the Poison Old Monster, and his laughter proved everything.
"I don't know, he was dead when I saw him."
Zhang Yi shook his head, keeping an eye on the Poison King's every move at any time.
"It's great. I have been hiding in Mortal City for so many years. Now that my life span is approaching, I finally learned good news. As long as the old poisonous monster dies, I will be free."
The Poison King was in a good mood. It turned out that he came to the mortal city to take refuge because of his betrayal of the Poison Monster. Now, how can he not be excited when he heard the news of the Poison Monster's death?