Chapter 870

Ye Ziheng opens the storage ring in front of the three warriors and takes out some spiritual herbs. Then he sits cross legged and begins to refine the pills by using Nianhuo.

Looking at this scene, the three warriors don't understand what ye Ziheng is going to do, but their intuition tells them that no matter what they do, it won't be good for them.

Before long, ye Ziheng finished refining a furnace of pills, and three purple pills appeared in his hands.

Ye Ziheng shows a faint smile and looks at the three.

"I'm giving you a chance to tell me who sent you, and I'll spare you."

But after hearing this, the three martial artists showed firm eyes one after another. It seems that no matter what ye Ziheng did, they could not betray the people who sent them.

Ye Ziheng saw this, and there was nothing to say, so he shrugged and took a pill and stuffed it into the mouth of one of the warriors.

Wuzhe knows that ye Ziheng can't give him good food, so he closes his mouth tightly, as if he hopes to fight against ye Ziheng.

But to this, ye Ziheng can only say, "you are still too young."

Then ye Ziheng raised his other hand, put his palm on his scalp, put his thumb on his nose, and pulled hard. The warrior's mouth was opened easily.

Without saying anything, ye Ziheng directly threw a pill into his mouth, then coagulated a wave of anger in his hand and forced him to swallow it.

"Cough, cough"

the warrior coughed twice with a red face and looked at ye Ziheng, his eyes full of anger.

"Don't daydream. If you kill me and feed me poison pills, I won't tell you any useful information!"

Ye Ziheng smiled at this and said.

"Who told you that I gave you poison pills? I don't want to waste the materials for refining poison pills."

The warrior listened and couldn't help but stare at ye Ziheng with a frown.

"What did you give me to eat?"

Ye Ziheng didn't speak, just smiled and gave him a deep look.

The warrior saw ye Ziheng smile, and still showed this strange smile. He could not help shivering and was afraid.

But in the next five or six minutes, the warrior didn't feel anything wrong, nothing unusual.

He began to think that the pill had no effect at all, but ye Ziheng took it out to scare them.

The disciple who thought he saw through all this showed a sneer on his face and looked at ye Ziheng.

"Well, if you think it's just psychological warfare that can make us betray, then you look down on us too much."

But for the warrior's words, ye Ziheng did not pay attention, but quietly sat on the sofa waiting for something.

Slowly, the disciple began to feel something was wrong. There was a faint itch on his body. He wanted to scratch, but his hands couldn't reach it.

But the good thing is that the itch is not so strong. He can bear it. But gradually, the feeling became stronger and stronger. He wanted to break away from the rope, but he was afraid that ye Ziheng would hit him instantly after he broke away from the rope.

But if he didn't break free, he could not bear the itch. His face was twisted as if he was constipated.

The two warriors beside him also noticed this. They couldn't help but take a breath of cool air and look at ye Ziheng's eyes with a trace of fear.