Judging from the current situation, now is the best time to give Chen Feng some help, otherwise even if they meet in the future, they will only be casual acquaintances.
Therefore, Uncle Lu was in a bit of a dilemma.
Chen Feng and the Hall of Heroes are already fighting to the death, and a choice must be made between the two.
What needs to be weighed now is who is more valuable and brings more benefits, this young genius or the established force of the Hero Hall.
"Brother Lu seems to be very confused!"
The short, fat old man in the Alchemy Pavilion next to him looked at Uncle Lu with a smile, his little eyes flashing with light.
"Oh? Brother Wei, has he already made up his mind? I wonder if I can tell the truth?" Uncle Lu raised his eyebrows and asked curiously.
The fat old man did not speak bluntly, but said with a smile: "Choose this thing firstly by eyesight, secondly by feeling, and thirdly by looking at the future. However, everything must be based on reality. After all, everyone's situation is different, right?"
"You old guy, what can't you say directly? Do you have to beat around the bush and pretend to be profound?"
Uncle Lu glared at him angrily, glanced at Chen Feng, and sighed again.
"I'm afraid the threshold of the Heroes Hall will be difficult!"
"As the saying goes, everything depends on human effort. As long as you think about something, there is nothing you can't do!" the fat old man said calmly.
"Oh? What I mean is..." Uncle Lu's eyes flashed.
The fat old man had a smile on his lips and nodded slightly. Just when he was about to continue saying something, a scream full of shock and anger suddenly came from the front.
"Ah, what the hell?"
Xun Sheng looked around and saw that the deputy director's hand that was grabbing Chen Feng's neck was tightly hugged by the latter. A small snow-white snake was hanging on his face, with sharp teeth piercing deeply into his skin.
The black toxins, like earthworms, centered on the wound and quickly spread in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, that fat face was shrouded in black air and turned purple.
Seeing this scene, everyone stared closely at the faces of the little white snake and the deputy director, and couldn't help but be shocked.
The poison of this little thing can actually make an innate strong person unable to resist. It is too overbearing!
In fact, the little white snake appeared once before, and the owner of the yellow-letter field was also attacked, but there were few people watching at that time, and the guy didn't know what method he used to suppress the poison, so it didn't attract much attention.
But now, everyone is paying attention. The part where the little white snake attacks is the opponent's face, and it suddenly becomes a big attraction.
The key point is that the deputy head didn't seem to have the means to resist the poison. As waves of piercing pain hit him, he couldn't help but panic. He didn't bother to kill Chen Feng first, so he hurriedly reached out to grab the little snake and pulled it off hard.
Pfft...
The little snake has fine and sharp teeth, and the fangs are hooked. As the opponent pulls, a piece of flesh is taken off the face.
This made the deputy head feel extremely embarrassed. Being treated like this by a little beast was simply more humiliating than being slapped several times.
What's more important is that the little white snake's body was hard and slippery, and it escaped accidentally. Then the other face felt painful and was bitten hard again.
"Ah! Little thing, I'm going to skin you alive out of the frying pan!"
Being teased by little things one after another, the deputy head almost went crazy. Suddenly, a force surged out of his palm, knocking Chen Feng away, and then grabbed the little white snake with both hands.
In terms of spiritual intelligence, the little white snake is no weaker than ordinary people. After the toxin was injected, it immediately left its original position and rushed towards the back of the short winter melon's head.
Snap!
Both palms came down together, but they were in vain. Instead, they slapped their faces with a crisp sound, and the deputy manager was so angry that he almost vomited blood.