There really is no antidote to this poison.

Lu Xiaofeng saw Zhou Yi's eyes.

He took a sip of wine and said in a somewhat relieved tone: "Everyone has his own destiny. Perhaps it is Lu Xiaofeng's time to die."

Zhou Yi frowned.

He was about to say something.

Suddenly, Tang Qing at the door finally made a decision after a fierce inner struggle. A strong desire for survival appeared in his eyes. With a flick of his sleeve, silver stars suddenly appeared in the sky in the inn.

He knew in his heart that after he said that there was no antidote to this poison, he would never be able to leave here.

Therefore, the only option is to fight to the death.

The sky full of silver stars he threw out was one of the top seven "stars in the sky" among the Tang Sect, but he knew that this thing would never be able to kill Zhou Yi.

He just wanted to delay some time.

After throwing out the handful of silver stars, Tang Qing ran like a rabbit out of the gate in an instant.

"Ding ding ding ding..."

It's the sound of stars colliding with things.

But, in addition, there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

That's a corpse.

Tang Qing's body, covered in black, lay at the door.

Surprisingly, half of the countless silver stars he shot at Zhou Yi bounced back to himself.

Every one of the stars in the sky is poisonous, and the poison is so powerful that this person died on the spot.

Zhou Yi's face was silent.

Beside him, even Aunt Gongsun, whose movements were restricted, felt the depression in the inn at this moment.

Aunt Gongsun knew that Zhou Yi was in a bad mood at the moment.

She didn't know if Lu Xiaofeng was Zhou Yi's friend. The two of them had only met a few times, but why was the atmosphere in the room so depressing?

At this time, only Lu Xiaofeng seemed to be indifferent, as if he was not surprised.

He took another sip of wine and smiled at Zhou Yi: "Brother Zhou, can you help me find some paper and pen and ink."

Zhou Yi looked at Lu Xiaofeng and didn't say a word.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said: "I know in my heart that Brother Zhou is obsessed with martial arts. Since Lu Xiaofeng is not going to die soon, it would be a pity if this consonant finger cuts off the world."

"Brother Zhou has helped me many times before, and he has also been kind enough to save Xue Bing. Lu Xiaofeng is a prodigal son with nothing to live on. At this moment of death, he can only express his gratitude with this 'finger of spirit'."

At this moment, the bright moon in the sky was bright and reflected into the inn, illuminating Lu Xiaofeng's face.

At this moment, there was only sincerity on his face.

Although he had only met Zhou Yi a few times, he had already seen his character from some of Zhou Yi's actions. This person was not a treacherous or evil person.

He no longer had any worries, and this intuitive gesture was what he sincerely wanted to give to Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi didn't say anything. He didn't pretend to refuse, but just as Lu Xiaofeng said, he took out the account book and pen and ink from the inn counter.

The innkeeper was so frightened that he didn't know where to hide when the poisonous young master from the Tang clan appeared.

In this inn, there are only three people left in front of this table.

After placing the pen, ink and paper in front of Lu Xiaofeng, Zhou Yi watched with a calm expression as Lu Xiaofeng began to write his secret book of Lingxi One Finger Technique.

This is what he wants. Now that Lu Xiaofeng has said this, if he refuses hypocritically, it is not his behavior at all.

After half a stick of incense, Lu Xiaofeng finished writing, dried the last drop of ink, combined it into a pile, and handed it to Zhou Yi.

After Zhou Yi took it, he didn't look at it immediately. He carefully put it into his arms, then looked at Lu Xiaofeng and said, "Do you have any other wishes?"

Lu Xiaofeng took a sip of wine, shook her head, and looked out the window of the inn with complicated eyes.

A bright moon shone into his eyes, making him feel very lonely at this moment.

"Brother Zhou, you'd better talk to me."

Zhou Yi asked: "What did you say?"

Lu Xiaofeng was silent for a while and asked: "Brother Zhou, can you tell me what exactly you want to do?"

At first glance, this question seems a bit unanswerable and seems very vague.

Because there are too many things that a person has to do in his life.

However, Zhou Yi understood.

He then took a sip of wine, and there seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes. He looked at Lu Xiaofeng and said, "I want both Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue to be defeated by my sword."

Hearing these words, Lu Xiaofeng's expression changed slightly, but she didn't seem to be surprised at all.

After he fell silent, he said: "For people like you to appear in this world at the same time, there must be a time to meet, and when we meet, it is the time to decide between life and death."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to hesitate for a while, and then asked: "Brother Zhou, do you know something that will happen two months later?"

Zhou Yi said with a calm face: "On a full moon night, on the top of the purple gold, a sword comes from the west, and a fairy flies from the sky."

"As expected, you know." Lu Xiaofeng sighed and said, "This is a duel invited by the Lord of Baiyun City to Ximen Chuixue. This battle will surely be remembered for generations and become a great swan song."

His eyes were full of complexity, "Now it seems that this battle is no longer just a battle between the two of them."

Because, there is an extra Zhou Yi in this world.

Lu Xiaofeng did not ask how Zhou Yi knew about it. Although this matter was only circulated among a small group of people in the world, it was not classified as top secret.

However, he didn't know that Zhou Yi knew more things than he imagined.

On August 15th, on the night of the full moon, on the top of the Purple Mountain, the two greatest swordsmen in the past three hundred years will have a duel.

But in fact, it is September 15th, and the time is not the top of the Purple Gold, but the top of the Forbidden City!

This duel is not just a duel between two great swordsmen, it also hides a huge conspiracy.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, "Brother Zhou should know that Ximen Chuixue is my friend, City Lord Ye. Although I have only met him once or twice, I can't help but be impressed by his charm. And Brother Zhou, I will treat you too."

You are my friend, and you are the greatest martial arts genius I have ever seen in my life, with no equal in this world."

"It should be the honor of this era for people like you to appear in this world, but it is your own sorrow."

"You are destined to be attracted to each other like magnets. In the end, only one of you can survive."

If three equally powerful swordsmen appear in a world, then these three swords will definitely meet.

This is some kind of inexplicable necessity.

"I know it's impossible to advise you not to fight a duel. Maybe you each have sympathy for each other in your heart, but only letting the other person fall under your own sword is the best respect for each other."

"I can only bless you!"

Having said this, Lu Xiaofeng shook his head, sighed, and said with a chuckle: "A dying person might talk too much. Brother Zhou, don't be offended."

Zhou Yi looked at Lu Xiaofeng.

Then, he stood up from the table and said, "You won't die."

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Zhou Yi in astonishment.
Chapter completed!