927: C927 One of the Seven Kings of the World the King of Poisons of the Southern Continent

C927 One of the Seven Kings of the World the King of Poisons of the Southern Continent

With that, Murong Qing took her black robe and Ivan. Langdon walked out of the mountain resort.

Outside the mountain resort, there were a lot of Black-clothed Man. These Black-clothed Men were filled with the smell of blood, and their eyes were all incomparably ferocious. They were all ruthless people who killed people without a care in the world.

These Black-clothed Men were the elite assassins that Murong Qing had transferred from the branches all over the world. All of them were veterans who had gone through hundreds of battles. It could be seen that she was determined to obtain the treasures in the Dragon Crouching Mountain Range's Ancient Martial Remained Tomb!

These Black-clothed Men were gathered together, discussing the matters of the Ancient Martial Remained Tomb of the Dragon Crouching Mountain Range. The discussion was in full swing. When they saw Murong Qing come out, all of them spread out and stood in a few small groups, looking at Murong Qing respectfully.

At this time, a Black-clothed Man stood out and cupped his hands towards Murong Qing, "Lord Murong Qing, this subordinate just received an important piece of news, it is about the movements of the other factions under the king."

"The movements of the other factions under the king?" Murong Qing's eyebrows immediately knitted when she heard this. She said in a deep voice, "Speak, what is going on!"

"When our people gathered at the mountain resort, they found traces of the Red Dust Sect. Their people are also roaming around the Dragon Crouching Mountain Range." The Black-clothed Man said in a cold voice.

"Are the people of the Red Dust Sect also interested in the treasures of the Ancient Martial Remained Tomb in the Dragon Crouching Mountain Range?" Murong Qing's pretty face turned ugly when she heard this.

"All these years, as the retired combat division under the king, our Rebirth Camp has been in seclusion. It has become a killer organization among the many ancient martial forces under the king. It has become a marginalized situation. All these things are known by the Elders Guild. However, there is no way to change this situation. " Behind him, Ivan. Langdon also said in a deep voice:

"That Red Dust Sect, as one of the new powers amongst the many ancient powers under the king, has grown tremendously in recent years. They are very arrogant when it comes to doing things. It's not a strange thing that they have set their eyes on the Ancient Martial Remained Tomb of Dragon Crouching Mountain Range."

"Humph, even if it's the Red Dust Sect, don't even think about snatching the treasures of Ancient Martial Remained Tomb from us. If we bump into them, I won't be polite either!"

Murong Qing coldly harrumphed. Her eyes were filled with a dense killing intent.

"Lord Murong Qing, there is one more thing that I don't know if I should say or not..." The Black-clothed Man opened its mouth again and said hesitantly.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have something to say, say it quickly!" Seeing the slow manner of the Black-clothed Man, Murong Qing's tone was somewhat impatient as she said.

The Black-clothed Man did not dare to speak any more nonsense and hurriedly said, "It is about the matter of the Divine Dragon Group Member that stayed in the Losan Rocky. They destroyed the Mad Wolf Gang in the southern part of Los Angeles. After rescuing the kidnapped people, they did not leave the Northern State Continent immediately."

"Moreover, they seem to be gathering the other scattered Divine Dragon Group Member in the Northern State Continent. They seem to be interested in the Ancient Martial Remained Tomb of the Dragon Crouching Mountain Range..."

When Murong Qing heard this, she was stunned for a moment. After that, the corner of her mouth raised into a dense smile. She said the word 'good' three times in a row, "Good, good, good. These members of the Divine Dragon Group. They really don't know the difference between life and death. They have destroyed the subsidiary powers of the Rebirth Camp. They still haven't left, and they still dare to have designs on the Ancient Martial Remained Tomb!"

"Very good! This time, after we go to the Ancient Martial Remained Tomb, let's take care of these Divine Dragon Group members one by one!"

When she said this, Murong Qing's pretty face was full of ferociousness. That sinister smile made people feel as if they had fallen into winter.

The elite assassins of Rebirth Camp in the surroundings all took a few steps back in fear and looked at Murong Qing with some fear.

At the same time, the experts of various ancient martial forces all over the world also turned their eyes to the Ancient Martial Remained Tomb in the southern Dragon Crouching Mountain Range of Northern State Continent.

...

In a primitive forest of Southern State, countless poisonous creatures were moving about in the forest. On top of a big tree, there was a man with black fur all over his body. It was an eight-faced spider that was only the size of a baby's fist, and it was climbing up the tree branch. It had eighteen eyes on its head. One by one, it was green. If someone with trypophobia saw this, must have goosebumps all over.

The branches that the Eight-Faced Spider stepped on were all covered in black smoke. Its skin quickly melted, showing how poisonous it was.

At this moment, a white hand suddenly reached over, completely ignoring the Eight-Faced Spider's toxicity. It directly grabbed it and stuffed it into the glass bottle at its waist.

The young man's face was full of smiles as he looked at the Eight-Faced Spider jumping in the glass bottle. He laughed loudly and said, "Little thing, I finally caught you."

Whoosh!

At this moment, a figure rushed over from not far away and arrived in front of the young man in the blink of an eye.

It was a middle-aged man. When he saw the young man, he half-knelt down, and said respectfully to the young man, "Greetings, Young Lord!"

The young man came over and waved his hand. He said, "Old Poison, get up quickly. In front of me, you don't need to be so courteous."

"Yes!" The middle-aged man also stood up immediately. He looked at the Eight-Faced Spider in the young man's glass bottle and said, "Young Lord, it seems that your skills have improved a lot. You can actually catch the Eight-Faced Spider."2

"Hehe, of course. Young master, I have not been idle during this period of time." The young man smiled complacently and said.

In the end, he asked the middle-aged man in puzzlement, "Old Poison, didn't I tell you that I didn't enter the primeval forest to look for me for nothing?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he smiled helplessly. He wanted to find the young man in this primitive forest. However, he had spent a lot of effort. He said to the young man, "Young Lord, Master has something to tell you, so I had no choice but to come and disturb you."

"Oh? Is there something that Father wants me to do?"

When the youth heard this, he asked doubtfully.

"Master said that in the Dragon Crouching Mountain Range in the south of the Northern State Continent, there is a place in the Ancient Martial Remained Tomb that is about to be born. At that time, there will be Ancient Martial Expert from all the continents of the world that will fight for the treasures..." The middle-aged man called Old Poison said, but before he could finish his words... He was interrupted by the young man.

"So be it. What does it have to do with me?"

The young man didn't like to fight, so he casually said while playing with the Eight-Faced Spider in the glass bottle.

When Old Poison heard this, a bitter smile appeared on his face. Sure enough, Young Lord's lazy personality had not changed.

However, he did not forget the task that his master had given him. He looked straight at the young man. His tone became slightly solemn as he said to the young man, "Young Lord, Master means that you need to go out and train. You can verify your poison skills, and you can also see the demeanor of all the experts in this world. "

Hearing this, the young man was like a deflated balloon. He did not dare to disobey his father's words, but he still asked Old Poison probingly, "Must you go?"

"I must go!" Old Poison nodded heavily and said.

"Alright then, let's go then..." The youth helplessly patted the dust off his body and lightly sighed: "Who asked my father to be the Lord of All Poisons..."

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