At this time, the middle-aged man was lying on his back, his eyes were amenorrhea, his face was completely deformed due to pain and trembling, and the black air was spreading from the center of his eyebrows. His lips were trembling slightly, maybe he wanted to say something, but...

I can only make a meaningless "hmm" sound.

The middle-aged man, who even the flight attendant did not dare to support, was helped by Feng Qinglang to sit and lean on the edge of the aisle. Feng Qinglang checked the middle-aged man's pulse and other parts of his body, and frowned.

People who were paying close attention to this place couldn't help but make buzzing comments. In their opinion, the young man's inspection process was too fast, a bit hasty. Did he want to be a good person?

I just realized that I was a bit impulsive, why don't I just give it a try?

Feng Qinglang could naturally sense the emotional changes around him and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He originally thought that this middle-aged man was simply poisoned. With so many medicine bottles on him, there was always one that could temporarily suppress his toxicity and save him.

He was killed. But in fact, the poison in this middle-aged man was the poison of the magic pattern curse. This type of poison is ever-changing. If the medicine is used indiscriminately, it may accelerate the operation of the poison and kill the middle-aged man immediately.

The flight attendant said nervously behind him: "Sir, what's wrong with the patient? Is the problem serious?"

Feng Qinglang said: "It's very serious! If we don't do anything, he may only have two hours to live."

The flight attendant's face became even more ugly. It would take four hours to reach the Northern Innless City. Could it be that this middle-aged uncle would probably die on this journey...

People around were buzzing with discussions again, with a hint of booing in them. After all, it seemed that Feng Qinglang had done nothing at all, and he was just being alarmist.

But when Feng Qinglang unbuttoned the middle-aged man's clothes and exposed his belly, the boos immediately stopped. A strange magic pattern was painted on his belly. Those who can board this spaceship are not ordinary people. Naturally, they can

We can see the extraordinary features of this magic pattern, and there is a hint of naturalness in many of the strokes.

Feng Qinglang's frown deepened, and it turned out that it was not an ordinary cursed magic pattern. Under normal circumstances, the cursed magic pattern would draw the type and weight of the poison in the magic pattern to coordinate the operation of the poison, but the one in front of him,

It is based on the basic original cursed magic pattern, with an introduction added. As long as the toxin circulates with the blood and leaves the introduction, new magic patterns will naturally be drawn to match the toxin, because it is painted by one's own blood.

, naturally has a natural taste.

The flight attendant asked urgently: "What do we need to do to help him?"

Feng Qinglang responded: "We also need a magic pattern master, an alchemist, and a magician."

Bai Shaoyou raised his hand behind him and said: "Your Excellency Wen Ruyu, I am also an alchemist, I should be able to help?"

Feng Qinglang was stunned for a moment. Didn't this guy say that he was gifted since childhood and was a martial arts prodigy? Why did he become an alchemist again?

Bai Shaoyou could only smile bitterly and said: "I have been refining alchemy with my elders since I was a child, and I was forced to do some alchemy by them. I really didn't like it, so I ran away."

Feng Qinglang came to understand. It turned out that this guy also knew little about alchemy, but he was not a half-hearted doctor.

The boy carrying the stretcher who was trying to compete with Feng Qinglang for the seat in front happened to be sitting in the row behind him. He leaned out to inspect the magic pattern. At this time, his posture showed that his spine was injured. He seemed to be hesitating and struggling.

After a while, he slowly raised his hand and said: "I am a magician."

As if he could sense the strange looks around him, he had no choice but to add: "Although he is only at the apprentice level, he can still control the elements."

If his men hadn't proven that their fists were powerful, they would have been booed by everyone now.

Seeing that things were turning around, the flight attendant showed excitement on his face and said, "I'll go up and take a look, maybe there is a magic pattern master." After that, he quickly ran towards the second floor.

It seemed that the private box on the second floor was really hosting some unusual guests today. After a while, the flight attendant actually led two people down.

One is a middle-aged man in rich clothes, with a solemn face and a calm and majestic look. He has obviously been on top of people for a long time and has developed an aura. The other is an old man in white with a kind face. What is rare is that his skin color has a healthy look.

Her ruddy color seems to be a sign of her proficiency in maintaining good health.

The old man in white clothes was just that, but the big man in Chinese clothes looked familiar. Although he had been carefully disguised, the outline of his facial features was still there. Of course, he couldn't hide it from a professional like Feng Qinglang. What Feng Qinglang was confused about was, where exactly was he?

Where have you seen him?

Soon, he searched for this person in his mind. Not long ago, in order to crack Biyuntian's illusion, he would check a large number of picture albums and illustrations, whether in reality or in fantasy, and this person was actually a person who often appeared in some picture albums in Baiyun City.

See that big shot.

The fake emperor of the Huan Lei Empire is on the run, claiming to be the sinner who set Huan Lei's economy back for hundreds of years!

This dear friend came with me, but he was one step ahead and destroyed the teleportation array. I didn't expect to meet him here now...

Feng Qinglang was too busy taking care of himself right now, and of course he had no interest in exposing the other party. However, when he heard the other party introduce that he was a magic pattern master, Feng Qinglang still felt a burst of heartfelt joy.

This poisoned middle-aged man is so honored to have attracted such a luxurious temporary medical team. However, if he knew the truth, he might not feel particularly honored. After all, there is no real doctor in this medical team.

A genuine magic pattern master.

When they saw the magic pattern on the middle-aged man's belly, the expressions of the fake emperor and the old man in white immediately became solemn. The two of them did not put on any airs and squatted down like Feng Qinglang and the others. Under the illumination of the magic lamp,

The two of them were empty on their bellies

Shangxu drew for a while before the fake emperor frowned and said: "This is a cursed pattern made with a special technique. It uses the basic original cursed pattern as the base map, plus a special introduction. When the toxin attacks, it will naturally evolve.

The most suitable magic pattern for toxins.”

Feng Qinglang secretly praised in his heart, he could see this, this fake emperor was at least an expert magic pattern master.

The old man in white said: "The key is to find out the primer, so that we can draw the corresponding cracking pattern, otherwise there is no way to start..."

"That's right, doctor, what do you think?"

Seeing the fake emperor looking at him, Feng Qinglang said: "I have a way to help him release a small amount of the toxin. When the toxin changes, you will be able to see where the lead is.

Even the old man in white couldn't help but take another look at Feng Qinglang. Feng Qinglang thought, I'm sorry he didn't take this temporary doctor into his eyes before.

The old man in white said: "But if the toxin is released, will the venom turn into poisonous gas and spread? After all, this method is ordinary? What if he is the mother body of the toxin, wouldn't it be bad?"

Feng Qinglang said calmly: "So we need a temporary magic pattern array to be placed around it to isolate the harmful atmosphere that may spread."

The fake emperor nodded and said: "We can do it! But what about us?"

Feng Qinglang said: "So, we also need a magician to bless us with the frost veil and isolate the poisonous breath. At the same time, we need to save the venom immediately. Once the magic pattern is successfully cracked, an alchemist will be needed. According to the corresponding toxins,

An antidote pill is prepared, the main ingredient of which is the previously preserved venom, which has the effect of using poison to make poison..."

Feng Qinglang explained the plan in detail, and the fake emperor couldn't help but nod and praise: "You are thoughtful and thoughtful. It's rare that you are so young. You have a bright future."

This made Feng Qinglang couldn't help but smile. This fake gentleman must be very unaccustomed to the days when he has stepped down.

But Bai Shaoyou and the stretcher young master had different expressions. They did not expect that the burden on their shoulders would be so heavy. Bai Shaoyou said with a bitter face: "Your Excellency Wen Ruyu, I do have a lot of medicinal materials on my body, but according to the

I may not be able to use the magic pattern changes to determine the specific medication."

Feng Qinglang said: "If nothing unexpected happens, these medicinal materials will not be too popular. I will explain them to you in detail at that time. The key point is that as long as the extracted venom is complete, the elixir you refine will

Nature can temporarily suppress the toxicity."

Bai Shaoyou gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, I will do my best!"

The stretcher boy's face turned pale when he heard about "matrix" and "venom". He was originally only interested in the strange magic pattern, hoping to get some useful secrets by participating in it, but he didn't expect the danger to be so high.

, if he misses, he doesn't care about the life or death of others, but wouldn't he be among the first to die?

So, he almost cried: "Your Excellency Wen, I have introduced it to you before. I am just a magic apprentice. Isn't the operation process you mentioned a bit too high for me?"

Feng Qinglang wondered: "Isn't the Frost Veil a basic magic that magic apprentices must master? Well... if you can find another magician to replace you, then it doesn't matter if you quit?"

The young master who carried the stretcher looked around and found that everyone had been listening closely and enthusiastically from the front, and now they were watching from a distance. With them as the center, a large area was vacant. He knew in his heart that there would be no other magicians, even if there were.

, I won’t stand up now.

He could only place his hope on the flight attendant: "Hey, who is that? Is there a magician up there? Could you please come down?"

"Already asked, no!" The flight attendant shook his head honestly. Usually the above box is usually vacant. It's rare that there is one there today, and it's a magic pattern master. It's great luck.

The old man in white said in a deep voice: "Boy, why are you panicking? I also know a little bit about magic. I will naturally take care of you when the time comes. Just do your best."

His tone was naturally majestic as that of an elder, and the boy carrying the stretcher had no choice but to nod in agreement with a grimace.

His two bodyguards looked more bitter than him, and asked cautiously: "Master, would it be better for us to wait outside as well?"

If these two guys are here, they will be distracted for a while and two more frost veils will come out. The young man carrying the stretcher waved his hands and said angrily: "Go away, if something unexpected happens to me, I will not let you go even if I am a ghost!"
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