As soon as he spoke, Chu Qinghe slowly stood up. With the flow of his true energy, he took a step forward and his body moved forward three zhang in a strange way. Then he lightly landed at the entrance of the Zhenwu Hall.
Seeing this, the other girls quickly followed suit.
Chu Qinghe had been sitting motionless on the rooftop beforehand, and with the help of the concealing powder, Zhang Sanfeng and the others in the Zhenwu Hall naturally couldn't detect that someone was on the rooftop.
But as Chu Qinghe and the others moved aside, not only Zhang Sanfeng and Pang Ban, but even Mu Daoren and Zhuge Zhengwo noticed the commotion immediately. With a slight lift of their faces, their gazes followed the movement on the roof to the entrance of the Zhenwu Hall.
"Excuse me!"
When a gentle voice rang out from the entrance, the Yuan Dynasty warriors who had been guarding the entrance of the Zhenwu Hall were all stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously stepped aside.
"Thanks!"
After observing the coordinated actions of these Yuan Dynasty warriors, Chu Qinghe smiled and gestured before leading the women into the Zhenwu Hall at a leisurely pace.
However, the moment Chu Qinghe entered the Zhenwu Hall, Pang Ban, who was facing the entrance of the Zhenwu Hall, suddenly narrowed his eyes when he saw Chu Qinghe and his companions walking in.
When Zhao Min's gaze fell on Chu Qinghe, she couldn't help but ask, "Zhao Shanhe?"
Upon hearing Zhao Min's voice, Chu Qinghe smiled gently and then said to Zhao Min with a smile, "Greetings, Princess."
After speaking, Chu Qinghe shifted his gaze slightly to Pang Ban.
With his smile undiminished, he said, "Greetings, Demon Master."
Seeing Chu Qinghe walking towards him while talking, Pang Ban suddenly sneered.
"Heh, interesting. You actually dare to show your face in front of me?"
Chu Qinghe smiled and said, "I never expected to see a Demon Master in the Great Ming Kingdom."
Upon hearing this, Pang Ban smiled insincerely and said, "I never expected that your sword strike would contain such a surprise."
As he spoke, Pang Ban slowly raised his hand, his fingers moving gently as he said, "I originally intended to find you later, but I never expected you to appear before me on your own initiative. Your boldness is something I have never seen before in my life. I admire you."
But despite his words, the chilling intent in Pang Ban's eyes was incredibly strong.
The pervasive killing intent was clearly felt even by Zhang Sanfeng and the others.
On the contrary, Chu Qinghe seemed completely unaware of all of this.
Looking at Pang Ban, Chu Qinghe slowly said, "The poison that the Demon Master was previously afflicted with should, in his condition, be incurable. I wonder how the Demon Master managed to remove the poison? Could the Demon Master tell me? This would help me adjust my approach in the future to prevent such incidents."
In response to Chu Qinghe's question, Pang Ban sneered, "A mere minor poison, do you think it can stump me?"
"oh?"
Chu Qinghe raised an eyebrow as he heard Pang Ban's arrogant voice.
After gently fanning himself with his folding fan twice, Chu Qinghe smiled and said, "Since it's just a minor poison, why not trouble the Demon Master to do it again, so I can see how the Demon Master detoxifies?"
Pang Ban: "??????"
Kumārajīva, the Golden Wheel Dharma King: "??????"
Upon hearing Chu Qinghe's words, Pang Ban immediately understood their meaning.
Sensing something amiss, Pang Ban narrowed his eyes and immediately began circulating his true essence.
"puff!"
However, the moment Pang Ban began to circulate his true energy, Pang Ban, who had been standing with his hands behind his back, suddenly changed his expression and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The moment Pang Ban realized he had been poisoned, both Kumārajīva and the Golden Wheel Monk coughed up blood.
Feeling the pain around his dantian and qihai acupoint, as if someone had stabbed him with a small knife and was slowly twisting, the Golden Wheel Monk's eyes widened in surprise.
"He's been poisoned again?"
"Puff, puff, puff..."
However, before the Golden Wheel Monk could think further, the next second, the sound of spitting blood rang out one after another from the side.
Upon noticing the sound, both King Jinlun and Kumārajīva turned their heads to look in the direction from which it came.
However, the two elders of Xuanming, the wooden Taoist, Zhuge Zhengwo, and even Zhang Sanfeng, who had been perfectly fine before, all had blood on the corners of their mouths.
There was a noticeable dark aura gathering between each forehead.
They were clearly poisoned.
After his gaze swept over the pool of purplish-black blood on the ground in front of Zhang Sanfeng, the psychological trauma caused by the poisoning of the Golden Wheel Monk suddenly lessened, and he even felt somewhat at ease.
Seeing the unusual behavior of Zhang Sanfeng and the others in the arena, the Wudang disciples around them, as well as Zhao Min and the others from the Great Yuan Kingdom, were all startled and involuntarily circulated their internal energy or true qi to check their own condition.
When these people circulated their true energy and internal strength and found nothing unusual, they felt a slight sense of relief, but at the same time, a distinct doubt arose in their hearts.
"Why wasn't I poisoned?"
Only Zhao Min, who was standing to the side, seemed to have noticed something, and her eyelids twitched involuntarily.
"Is this guy's poison specifically designed for martial artists whose cultivation has reached the Grandmaster level or above?"
Looking at Pang Ban's ashen face, Chu Qinghe chuckled inwardly.
Do you really think you just watched the show from the rooftop for half a day and did nothing?
They were drugged the moment Pang Ban and Zhang Sanfeng appeared.
Just as Chu Qinghe stood up, the poisonous smoke that had been released from his sleeve drifted into the Zhenwu Hall.
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