From Youruo's mouth, Qin Yi gradually gained a general understanding of the Western Regions Poison Sect.

This is a huge sect in the domestic martial arts world, which can rank among the top ten.

A martial arts saint like Youruo can only become a small poison envoy in the Western Poison Sect. And her master is rumored to have entered a higher fairyland and is called the "Martial Immortal Martial Arts" and is one of the eight elders of the Western Poison Sect.

Above the elders, there are even the Dharma Kings and the supreme sect leader.

Qin Yi had no interest in the entire Western Region Poison Sect.

To him, these so-called strong men, the so-called martial saints and martial immortals, were just a group of monkeys wearing clothes, and were not worthy of the word "strong".

He is only at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Period now, which is enough to be a tyrannical martial saint like Youruo in the middle stage.

If you reach the eighth level or even the ninth level, you may be able to compete with her master, the so-called "martial arts immortal", and even kill her directly.

The only thing that interested Qin Yi in the entire Western Poison Sect was the "Goddess' Corpse". According to Youruo, the guardian goddess corpse was the fate of the Western Poison Sect for thousands of years, and has been passed down from a generation of sect leaders to this day.

The green poisonous blood she rewarded Song Hongtai was obtained by chance from the corpse of the goddess.

"Yan Xin!"

Qin Yi looked cold and couldn't help but pronounce that name.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Youruo asked curiously.

This was the first time she saw this mysterious master showing such a solemn expression.

"It's okay, let's go and go to the auction venue!" Qin Yi shook his head and jumped directly from the rooftop more than ten meters high.

Youruo didn't dare to ask too much, and jumped down.

...

The huge Baiyun Villa is brightly lit and full of glory.

In the five-meter-high banquet hall, brightly dressed men and women were drinking and praising each other, and there was a scene of singing and dancing everywhere.

"How is Qin Yi going?"

King Kong put on a custom Italian suit, holding a crystal cup in his hand, shaking the red wine, and having a gentlemanly temperament.

"I have already asked Uncle Chen to take him over as the lord's instructions." Song Hongtai whispered, his face very nervous.

Hearing this, King Kong's smile became stronger and stronger, "As long as the poison makes the adults take action personally, the boy will be dead. We can finally have a good sleep today."

"But, Qin Yi is so powerful, will he even be the Lord of the Poison..." Song Hongtai asked nervously.

When he thinks of Qin Yi's cruelty and power, Song Hongtai still has lingering fears until now.

"Idiot! Just because of him, what can I fight against the Lord of Poison? If you haven't practiced martial arts, you naturally don't know the horror of the Martial Saint. When you reach the realm of the Lord of Poison, you are already extraordinary and cannot imagine it with the thinking of a normal person."

Speaking of this, King Kong's face became more and more yearning.

He is a half-step martial saint, and he has entered the martial arts holy realm with half his foot, but he has been unable to be promoted to a true martial saint.

"In front of the Martial Saint, let alone one Qin Yi, even ten Qin Yi will be..."

King Kong was stunned when he said that. He strangely discovered that Song Hongtai's face suddenly turned pale, and he stood there like a petrified statue, motionless.

Moreover, his fingers were always pointing behind him.

"What are you pointing at? I haven't finished speaking yet!" He was interrupted by someone halfway through his words, and King Kong's face looked very unhappy.

"Back, behind you!" Song Hongtai frowned and reminded in a low voice.

"What's wrong with me? You can't say that Qin Yi is here, right?" King Kong sneered, his tone of arrogant and arrogant.

"He was able to be rampant in the past. Now, the Lord of the Poisons is here, and that is a real Martial Saint! Haha, I guess he must be kneeling on the ground now, snot and tears, and he is urinating to the Lord of the Poisons..."

King Kong slowly turned around while mocking.

Then, his entire face froze.

Because Qin Yi, who should have been kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, actually appeared in front of him with a smile on his face.

Moreover, the poison envoy from the Western Region Poison Sect, a super strong man who entered the holy realm of martial arts.

At this moment, he was following him, like a maid and slave, timid, with a little woman's face red.

"Say it, why don't you continue to talk?" Qin Yi smiled brightly, like a sunny big boy.

However, this sunny smile, in King Kong's eyes, was simply a devilish smile, which made him creepy.

King Kong was stunned for a long time, and suddenly said something came out - "Senior, I dressed so handsomely today!"

"You mean, I don't dress handsomely?" Qin Yi asked.

"No, no, no, no, nothing is there! Seniors are so handsome every day, just like in the night sky..."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Qin has left." Song Hongtai couldn't help but remind.

call!

King Kong breathed a sigh of relief.

Terrible, terrible!

Although he didn't know what happened just now.

But now, the powerful Poison Envoy not only failed to defeat Qin Yi, but seemed to be conquered by him and followed him step by step, just like a personal maid.

Martial Saint, that is a true martial arts saint!

He was defeated by Qin Yi, and he was overwhelmingly defeated, convincing a martial saint and even willing to follow him on his own initiative.

At this moment, King Kong's brain suddenly became blank and kept buzzing.

He really couldn't imagine how powerful he should have to make a martial arts saint surrender completely and be willing to be a slave.

...

Zhou Qinya wore a water-blue long dress, which was elegant and beautiful, with a refined temperament. She stood in the banquet venue and was very eye-catching.

And beside her, Wang Cheng is wearing a black tuxedo, a custom style from Savile Street, England, and is very handsome.

The two of them stood together, and they felt like a handsome man and beautiful woman, and were very pleasing to the eye.

"Hmm? Isn't that your classmate? Why did you come here to be a waiter after parking?"

When Wang Cheng saw Qin Yi's suit, he directly regarded him as a waiter who served tea and water, and his words were full of contempt and contempt.

"His father's company is in debt and is about to go bankrupt. I guess he is here to work and make money!" Zhou Qinya said casually, her eyes were cold and ruthless, and she completely regarded Qin Yi as a stranger.

"If you don't mind, I'll go play with him." A sneer appeared on the corner of Wang Cheng's mouth.
Chapter completed!