However, the poison was indeed of the tarsal maggot type. Once it touched the body, it would definitely enter the body through skin contact.

Nowadays, intake through breathing is becoming weak. I wonder if monks can hold their breath for a long time?

Therefore, Yang Lan'er's deployment of poison gas, even to block the route, would not be ordinary.

Who knows if the person who is chasing me knows about drugs and poisons? At least if the poison cannot be cured within this period of time, it will be enough to prevent him from passing by.

Therefore, Yang Lan'er had planned everything and thought of everything she could, so that the pursuers could only follow the route she had set and fall into the many traps.

At first he was just angry, and the old man also had some defenses, so his attack was vigorous, but it didn't actually do much damage.

But later, he gradually lost his rationality and was exhausted, so he just rushed in regardless of the consequences. Not only did he get himself in a mess, but he also increased his speed by a lot.

The damage was quite small at first, but it was not unscathed. After being blown up by something again and vomiting blood, the old man finally went crazy. Apart from his human form, it seemed that even his facial features could not be seen, and his beard was all burned off: "Beijian, I'm going to kill you."

The accumulated damage obviously had an effect. The things behind Yang Lan'er were getting stronger and stronger. The old man never thought that he would be forced into such a situation by a foundation-building kid.

"Tsk, you talk as if you're not here to kill me." Yang Lan'er walked out from the side and said disdainfully.

The old man's eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance, but he pretended to be weak and seriously injured: "Are you willing to come out? Very good, I would not be a gentleman if I don't take revenge..."

The latter part was completely fierce and stern. The old man suddenly jumped up, and the whole person was like a cannonball, grabbing Yang Lan'er quickly and fiercely. Where did he feel the serious injury just now? It was just a spit of blood, which was still bearable. The old man now wanted to tear Yang Lan'er into pieces.

Yang Lan'er was not at all panicked by the old man's sudden attack. Her eyes were full of calmness and composure, like a deep ink pond. She looked at the old man's rushing figure quietly without any fluctuation.

In a flash, the old man's heart skipped a beat. He felt something was wrong, but when he was about to kill with one blow, his attack was too powerful. It was too late for him to stop, so he could only move forward.

"Heh!" Yang Lan'er sneered, like a blooming poppy, beautiful and charming but poisonous.

This laugh made the old man's heart jump with fear, but before he could react, he suddenly felt unwell.

The true energy that had been flowing freely just now suddenly stagnated, as if it had been solidified in an instant and could no longer be mobilized.

The contrast between the before and after made the old man feel suffocated in his heart. He could no longer hold back and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Before he reached Yang Lan'er, he fell to the ground with a plop, like a weight falling into water, stirring up a pile of fallen leaves.

After appreciating the beautiful scene of a leaf swaying and falling, Yang Lan'er sneered, "I would come out to see you without any preparation? How stupid must I be to do such a life-threatening thing? And I even pretended to be seriously injured? Haha, is that fun?"

The old man was still in shock and couldn't extricate himself. He didn't even care about being angry, but the madness in his heart seemed to swallow him up completely: "You, what did you do?"

Think about it, he is so old, but he couldn't fool a child in a play. Is he really that bad? The old man couldn't help but go crazy. Wasn't his performance just now ridiculous?

Thinking of this, the old man felt even more pain in his chest and had an urge to continue vomiting blood.

Yang Lan'er smiled contemptuously: "There are poisonous gases on both sides. Could it be that the trap in the middle is so clean? Could it be that I don't know about so many traps and I can't kill you? Haha, there is a limit to how stupid people can be. Don't think that others have a lower IQ than you."

The old man really lost his balance this time and vomited blood. It was a bright red mass that was eye-catching.

"There's poison in the trap? How come I didn't find it?" The old man finally found out the truth, and he couldn't help but start to doubt himself, is he really that stupid? In fact, he wasn't stupid, but he was confident in his strength, so he didn't take Yang Lan'er seriously from beginning to end.

Although the traps were becoming more and more powerful, they still did not arouse his excessive vigilance. He thought that for a small foundation-building cultivator, this level was quite good.

Yang Lan'er looked at the old man with disdain: "If you had discovered it, how could it be like this now? There is indeed no poison in each trap, but it may not be the same when added together. Moreover, the true energy you used at the end was the trigger for the poison."

Yang Lan'er was kind enough to explain the problem to others, but she naturally couldn't reveal what kind of poison it was.

The old man was horrified beyond words. In other words, from the beginning, all the traps were actually a trick? They would only be synthesized into poison in the end? Most importantly, this little girl was following him closely at every step, even her final appearance and his sudden attack were calculated? What kind of enemy had he encountered?

Thinking about it, the old man felt terrified. This was only the foundation-building stage. If he became stronger, who could match him? He naturally didn't know that Yang Lan'er was actually very lazy. If she had no choice, why would she waste so many resources and brainpower? If she was stronger, she would rather simply and roughly crush him with her strength, okay? How simple it would be!

"Haha..." The old man suddenly laughed, his eyes were red, and his face was ferocious. "After all, you are still a child. My power is imprisoned. How do you know that I have no power to fight back? With the things of Jindan cultivators, it is not easy to kill a small foundation-building cultivator like you?"

As he said this, the old man was about to reach into his storage bag, ready to take out something to strangle the villain to death first.

After all, the resources and trump cards that he possessed were also a kind of strength, just like the talismans and elixirs used by Yang Lan'er, which were external possessions and had nothing to do with the confinement of his true energy.

But in the next second, the old man's dark face became terrified again, and only his white eyes revealed a kind of dead despair.

Yang Lan'er's lips curled up, like a blooming red spider lily: "Where are your things? What kind of interesting things do Jindan cultivators have? Why don't you take them out and let me see them? After all, I came from the countryside and have never seen the world."

Yang Lan'er's words were still so poisonous that they could make people vomit blood, but the old man didn't move. He couldn't get angry, nor could he laugh.