She closed her eyes. She was too weak to talk to him. "I have taken it. Make me a pot of spiritual tea in three quarters of an hour. Tap the corner of the table with your fingertips."

Upon hearing this, Xu Wushi had no choice but to sit back in his seat. He did as she said and pointed his finger at the table, and the tea set appeared.

He glanced at her sideways. She was lying with her eyes closed. The jade pendant on her waist was emitting a snowy color, enveloping her and isolating her from all outside observation.

Yu Zheng sank into a dream, and the unbearable pain in her bones gradually dissipated.

The corrosive poison will take effect according to the spiritual root properties of the host. She has ice spiritual roots, and when the poison takes effect, her whole body is covered with frost. The coldness seeps out from the bone joints, causing unbearable pain and itching.

If the poison cannot be removed, she will eventually turn into a pile of smoothie, without even a complete corpse.

The time was almost up, Xu Wushi looked back to make tea, put a dark blue leaf into the teacup, and carefully brewed the tea.

The automatic defense on her body dissipated, Yu Zheng stood up and sat opposite him.

Xu Wushi looked up and saw that her complexion had returned to normal. He pushed the teacup in front of her and said, "It's just right for drinking."

"What is this leaf?" she asked when she saw the leaves floating on the tea.

"Hot orchid, warms up the spiritual power, relieves weakness."

Yu Zheng raised her eyes and looked at him. Reyoulan was extremely rare and had a significant effect in alleviating various strange poisons.

The Yu family left behind a few magical pills with similar effects to Re Youlan, but they were all used on her.

"What do you see?"

"You are weak now, you should replenish your energy."

Yu Zheng lowered her head and drank a sip of tea. "Didn't your master tell you about my physical condition?"

When they were repairing the Wanli Qianji Formation, she had an attack of poison in Nanzhou, and Xi Qiegui was also present.

Xu Wushi shook his head.

Yu Zheng continued to drink tea, and the poison that was still stirring after being suppressed gradually subsided.

She felt more certain about the degree to which the powerful people present at the time kept their mouths shut.

After finishing her tea, she said, "I'll say hello to Senior Xi when I get back."

"good."

"Thank you for the hot orchid."

"You're welcome. Return your pills and thank you for your hospitality."

The spiritual power in his body returned to peace, and Yu Zheng asked with a smile: "How about a fight between you and me? Just a sword fight."

"Okay." Xu Wushi stood up and walked out of the hall with her side by side.

Yu Zheng's fingers brushed across the jade token at her waist, and then the two of them changed places.

The forest is shady and the wind makes the birds sing.

"The Yu Family's Futu Realm has four realms. When you came in, you were in the Baicao Realm. The hall we were in just now was the Yuanhai Realm Library."

"Now, I am standing in a flat forest in the Ten Thousand Beasts Realm. Another realm, near the exit, is called the Vanity Realm."

The Zhenfeng Sword appeared in Xu Wushi's hand, pointing at her.

Did the fact that she was willing to tell him this mean that he had gained some of her trust?

"One of the ten divine swords, the Pillow Wind Sword?" Yu Zheng asked with a smile when he saw his sword.

"yes."

"Then let's compare and see which sword is more powerful, Zhenfeng or Shuxue." The frost-colored sword appeared in her hand.

Zhenfeng, Shuxue, Bixu, Hanshuang, Lingye, Chixiao, Binghua and others are ranked in the top ten of the Divine Sword List.

The Bixu Sword recognized Meng Yannian as its master. She did not have time to take it away, so it is now kept by Xia Buyan, and Ling Ye is in the hands of Xie Zhiwang.

Frost and Binghua fell into the hands of Master Ye Yingshuang and his apprentice, but Chixiao belonged to Xia Buyan.

Xu Wushi nodded, drank the wind and hummed softly, the sword trembling slightly.

The two men stepped forward at the same time, their swords collided, making crisp sounds, and the swirling wind and floating snow intertwined.

The trees in the forest were forced to fall to the sides by the force of the sword, and the light and shadows trembled.

Two figures of different colors changed, and hundreds of moves were exchanged in a few breaths.

In chess, winning or losing depends on half a point; in swordplay, victory or defeat depends on advancement or retreat.

Half an hour later, the tips of their swords pointed at each other's throats.