1779: C1779 And He Was the Same

C1779 And He Was the Same

The martial artists at this banquet basically knew each other, and every one of them was on good terms with the martial artists they recognized, except for Ye Hongtian, who was an exception and had been sitting in his seat.

Not long after, a martial artist of the fifth level of the Awakening Realm walked in front of Ye Hong Tian with a face full of surprise. He sized Ye Hongtian up and then asked, "Hello, I am the last disciple of the Frenzied Sword Saint, Mi Luo. I think you are only at the first level of the Awakening Realm. Are you also the last disciple of some lord?"

"No."

Ye Hong Tian replied coldly. He did not even look at this Milo. This caused Milo's expression to immediately sink.

He was extremely dissatisfied with Ye Hongtian's attitude, but right now, he was somewhat afraid of Ye Hongtian's identity. He was waiting for an opportunity to make a move against Ye Hongtian and not be blamed.

This opportunity didn't make Mi Luo wait too long. A bottom-level martial artist carrying tea passed by them. Mi Luo asked this martial artist for the teapot and placed it in front of Ye Hongtian.

"Brother, my master, the Sword Saint of Wild Waves, is a very famous free warrior in this area. I have cultivated to the fifth level of the Awakening Realm at the age of seventy. I can be said to be a genius among geniuses. When I saw you from afar, I thought you might be a benefactor in my life. I wonder if you can give me a cup of tea instead of wine? " Milo poured two cups of tea and said with a smile.

Although the smile was fake, it did not seem to be a problem. Even Ye Hongtian could not find any problem with it. His acting skills were superb.

However, Ye Hong Tian wouldn't think that Mirro had no ill intentions just because Mirro smiled at him. Because there were a lot of experts here... Ye Hongtian's soul power had always been covering the surroundings. Through his soul power, he could clearly sense that Mirro had placed some kind of poisonous object into the cup of water in front of him.

He had the Body of Ten Thousand Poisons, so he naturally wasn't afraid of these small poisons. But since Mirro had the intention to harm him, then he wouldn't let Mirro have an easy time.

He smiled back at Mirro and grabbed the cup in front of him, indicating that he was willing to have a drink with Mirro. When his finger touched the cup, he had already activated his power and the Body of Ten Thousand Poisons to draw out the poison in the tea.

"I was curious just now. Brother Mirro's master is that Frenzied Sword Saint. I remember that the Sword Saint had previously stated that he would not accept disciples. Brother Mirro, are you the secret disciple of the Sword Saint?"

Ye Hongtian used this question to draw Mi Luo's attention. At this time, he wrapped the poison from the tea with his soul power and sent it into Mi Luo's cup. Then, the two of them began to chat as if they were friends that had not seen each other for a long time.

After chatting for a while, Ye Hongtian learned that Mirro had been cultivating with the Sword Saint of Wild Waves since he was seven years old. The Sword Saint of Wild Waves only had one disciple in his life, and that was Mirro.

Upon understanding this, Ye Hongtian couldn't help but feel pity for the Sword Saint of Wild Waves. Unfortunately, the disciple he had taught his entire life might be poisoned to death by his poison today.

Mi Luo drank the tea in his cup after telling the story to Ye Hongtian. His eyes widened as soon as he drank the tea. He looked at Ye Hongtian in shock.

"How could this be?! How could I possibly make such a low-level mistake! Your cup of water is obviously poisonous water! I... Ahhhhh!"

As Milo spoke, he suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream. Following that, the skin on his body began to rot. His blood-curdling scream was heard by all the martial artists present. Regardless of whether they were low level martial artists or high level martial artists, all of them shifted their attention to Milo.

A middle-aged man of the ninth level of the Awakening Realm walked to Mirro's side and saw Mirro's condition. This martial artist had a sorrowful expression. He wanted to treat Mirro, but did he have any corresponding detoxification methods? He could only listen to Mirro's continuous screams and watch his life slowly fade away.

"Why?! Why did this happen? Who was it? Who poisoned my precious disciple! I'm going to kill him!"

The warrior shouted loudly. From his words, one could tell that he was Mi Luo's master, Sword Saint Wild Waves.

Ye Hongtian didn't know much about the Sword Saint of Wild Waves. He had only heard of him before. He was very disappointed to see him today. Although the Sword Saint of Wild Waves was a genuine martial artist in the ninth level of the Awakening Realm, it seemed to be because he was stuck at the peak of the eighth level of the Awakening Realm and used external forces to forcefully break through to the ninth level of the Awakening Realm. His cultivation level and aura were very unstable, even if he had not fallen to the eighth level of the Awakening Realm. His strength was also much weaker than the average ninth level of the Awakening Realm. This was the same as those warriors in the Joyful Union Sect who used cauldrons to cultivate.

After calmly drinking the tea in his cup, Ye Hongtian closed his eyes and waited for the banquet to begin. However, he did not wait for the banquet to begin. A moment later, the Sword Saint of Wild Waves seemed to have gotten some clues from the warriors around him. He slammed hard on the table beside Ye Hongtian and woke him up.

"Senior, do you have anything to ask me?" Ye Hongtian cupped his fists and asked Sword Saint Wild Waves.

Sword Saint Kuang Lang did not say anything. He looked Ye Hongtian up and down. When he saw that Ye Hongtian was only at the first level of the Awakening Realm, his expression became gloomy. He did not care if Ye Hongtian had any powerful backers and immediately started to attack Ye Hongtian.

An attack from a ninth level of the Awakening Realm. Even if the opponent thought that he was just a first level of the Awakening Realm and did not use his full strength, Ye Hongtian would not take it head-on.

He dodged sideways and a protective layer of vital essence enveloped him in an instant. He pointed his finger at the upper arm of the Frenzied Sword Saint when he withdrew his arm. Then, the entire arm of the Frenzied Sword Saint seemed to be thicker.

The Frenzied Sword Saint felt that his arm had lost consciousness and hurriedly retreated. He had underestimated his opponent because Ye Hongtian was only at the first level of the Awakening Realm. Now, even if Ye Hongtian was a Divine Origin Realm warrior, he did not dare to underestimate his opponent. He crippled the arm of a warrior at the ninth level of the Awakening Realm with a single strike. A warrior who could do such a thing was definitely not an ordinary warrior.

"Who are you?!" The Frenzied Sword Saint asked with red eyes.

Ye Hongtian did not bother to answer. He glanced at the Frenzied Sword Saint and then sat back down in his seat. He no longer had the respectful attitude he had before.

The Sword Saint didn't dare to attack Ye Hongtian easily. Since Ye Hongtian didn't chase after him, he put the thought of attacking Ye Hongtian back into his heart for the time being and walked to the side to recover from the injury on his arm.0

The recovery lasted for an hour. During this hour, the Sword Saint of Wild Waves used all kinds of methods to recover his arm. Not only did he fail to make his arm feel, but he also made his arm, which was already a circle thicker, thicker.

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