"Look at your stingy appearance, the monk thought you wouldn''t come, but he came." Monk Liujing glared at Ye Lingfeng. He was surprised in his tired eyes. He said, "I''ve been promoted to the prefecture level in the early stage, and my breath is still so strange. It seems that I''ve grown higher. What kind of skill do you practice, boy?"


    "Where is the man who detoxified me?" Although Ye Lingfeng knows that monk Liujing is not a villain, the secret of Xuantian is too much, and the inheritance of Duan is also ye Lingfeng''s biggest secret, so he can only switch the topic.


    "The old poison is in the pavilion in front of me..." Seeing that ye Lingfeng didn''t want to answer, monk Liujing didn''t force him either. After laughing, he waved his big hand forward and said harshly, "get out of the way for Buddha!"


    Voice down, naturally will give birth to a strong day class pressure, called around the queue immediately scattered. Those who were disturbed by monk Liujing were about to attack, but when they looked back, they could only bear to see his accomplishments.


    Ignoring the angry eyes of those around, monk Liujing leads Ye Lingfeng to the pavilion beside Kunlun spring.


    After walking forward for a few steps, ye Lingfeng suddenly finds that the old poison in monk Liujing''s mouth is an old man with long flowing silver hair, long beard over his shoulder, and a white feather Xiaoyao fan in his hand. He looks kind-hearted and looks like an immortal.


    "Old poison, I''ll bring someone to show you." Regardless of other people''s eyes, after monk Liujing brought Ye Lingfeng into the pavilion, he sat opposite the old man with silver hair, and then took a cup of tea and poured it. He was impatient.


    "All over the world, you are the only one who ignores my rules!" Obviously, the old man with silver hair has a good relationship with monk Liujing. After a word of scolding and laughing, he glanced at Ye Lingfeng as if nothing had happened. Then he put his hand on the table, rubbed his thumb and food fingers slightly, and said with a smile, "friendship is friendship, but you know the rules of Ding Xinghe''s detoxification. Take things out."


    "I know you''re a stingy old poison." Monk Liujing took a sip of tea, and his tired look was a little better. After groping for a while in his shoulder girdle, he took out a jade box and threw it on the table, saying, "have a look."


    With a smile, Ding Xinghe reached out and opened the jade box. His expression suddenly stagnated, and then a strong breath of plants and trees came out. Then a jade cicada with white jade and Ruby eyes appeared.


    Hanshan jade cicada! Seeing the things in the jade box, ye Lingfeng also took a little air-conditioning. Hanshan jade cicada is different from other cicadas. It comes out of the soil in summer, but only in winter. It grows on the peak of extreme cold, and likes to eat all kinds of plant poisons. Its toxicity is fierce and terrible, so it can be called a bully of high cold.


    Hanshan jade cicada is not only poisonous, but also extremely difficult to catch because of its small size. Even if a heaven level master like monk Liujing wants to catch a Hanshan jade cicada, it is extremely difficult. Needless to say, the wings of the jade cicada in the jade box are still shaking slightly. It''s obviously a living creature, so it''s more difficult to catch it.


    Is the reason why monk Liujing looks so tired is that he is catching this jade cicada recently? Thinking of this, ye Lingfeng couldn''t help looking deeply at monk Liujing.


    "It''s the first time I''ve known you for so many years." Ding Xinghe happily covered the jade box, then carefully put it close to the body, turned his head and looked at Ye Lingfeng more, and said: "you are very lucky."


    "Old poison, don''t talk nonsense. I''ve also got the reward. It doesn''t break the rules of your diagnosis. Please show this little guy what he''s poisoned." Monk Liujing leaned on him and calmed down.


    "You old thief..." Ding Xinghe scolded with a smile, and then waved to Ye Lingfeng: "pierce the middle finger, dripping blood on the table."


    Since monk Liujing trusted Ding Xinghe so much, it naturally showed that he trusted Ding Xinghe''s attainments. When ye Lingfeng heard that he didn''t speak, he pricked his fingertips, squeezed hard and squeezed out a drop of blood on the table.


    Seeing this, Ding Xinghe stretched out his right hand, picked a trace of blood with his long fingernails, put it in front of his nose and took a sip. After that, his face, which was originally without waves, suddenly became excited and murmured: "interesting!"


    After that, he patted his hand gently and crawled out a scorpion with its tail needle flashing blue light along the sleeve. Then, under his control, he crawled slowly towards the blood dripping from ye Lingfeng. But just when the scorpion is about to touch the blood, he feels some crisis and starts to struggle. He wants to break away from Ding Xinghe''s control and turn back according to the original way.


    Ding Xinghe''s eyes are tiny, and his hands are gently brushed. The scorpion is suddenly blown to the blood. At the moment when the scorpion touched the blood, it immediately began to wither and decay at the speed visible to the naked eye. After a few breaths, it turned into fly ash.


    Seeing this scene, monk Liujing, who used to be an old God, could no longer sit still. He quickly straightened up and looked at Ding Xinghe nervously. Although he knew that ye Lingfeng was poisoned, he didn''t expect that the poison would be so fierce.


    "It''s really an interesting poison." Seeing this, Ding Xinghe''s eyes are also changing rapidly. His eyelids are drooping. After thinking a little, his hand is slightly raised, and a piece of shriveled wood with strange shape flies towards the blood drop on the table.When the chips were stained with blood, the blood immediately began to contract and was completely absorbed into the dried chips. And with the absorption of blood, the original withered wood gradually began to become full up, it seems that there are signs of dead wood rejuvenation.


    Ye Lingfeng is staring at all this. Ding Xinghe''s action shows that he has made a judgment on his own poison. Whether the poison on the body can be untied or not depends on the present situation. No matter who it is, it is inevitable to be extremely nervous.


    Soon, the wood chips full of blood began to sprout, and then took out the branches, and gradually turned into the shape of the small green tree on the stone table, and with the passage of time, the small green tree even bloomed.


    At the moment when the flowers bloom, the look in Ding Xinghe''s eyes suddenly changes, and ye Lingfeng''s eyes shrink. Although green trees have appeared more than once, there is no image of flowering.


    Not only that, but ye Lingfeng also found that although the strange flower appeared to be a flower, it was clearly like the rudiment of a human face, swaying with the wind as if it were alive, and it was somewhat similar to Xu Lai.


    At this moment, monk Liujing was also completely silent. He was no longer calm in the past. Instead, he was nervous and his eyes were wandering on the green tree and ye Lingfeng. He seemed to be thinking about something.