Chapter 602

Yan Jinghui is astonished. This woman's temperament is really unruly. He used his friend easily just now, which has made him angry. Now why provoke him? Yan Jinghui looks at Anyan. She can't see the woman here for a long distance. She only sees the fire in her eyes. It's a little hot. It seems that it's the red pupils of fire. It's a little bloodthirsty. The arrogant and disdainful posture makes her feel arrogant and uninhibited, but there's no feeling against it. On the contrary, there's a kind of feeling that she should have 。

Yan Jinghui suddenly felt that such a woman, it seems, should be so publicized, any sadness should not be dyed on her eyebrows, such sadness, not only inconsistent with her, but also has a feeling of pity.

The man was really not helpful. Being stimulated by Anyan, he rushed straight up. He was in the middle of Anyan's arms. The dagger in her hand was floating gently. A few cold spots were seeping out. He was approaching him with his body shape. Although the man was powerful and could not compare with Anyan, he was not as good as Anyan in terms of flexibility and skill. It was not difficult for him to win. But Anyan wants to frighten the people below. If someone comes up all the time, it's really troublesome. So she's more ruthless. She doesn't use the previous skills any more. It's a real fight.

When the man waved his fist, he felt unstoppable. Anyan didn't dodge as before, but also hit him with his fist. It was just not hard hitting, but using force to fight. It seemed that his action was sluggish and blocked by Anyan, which was the effect of Anyan.

An Yan jumped up when the two people were staggered, swept across with one foot, and directly kicked the chest of the man. Taking advantage of his unstable body shape, he made up the fist. Although the fist and foot skills of an Yan were not strong, they were much better than those of ordinary people. Even with the strength of a few fists, they also left the man in the same spot. An Yan didn't want to kill here, and kicked him down with one foot.

Yan Jinghui looks at an Yan's movements and her lips are tight. This woman's skills are very good. Her fists and feet are better than many men's, but she can't compare with the people who exercise on the scene. However, she knows her own advantages and disadvantages very well. She never hesitates to take a move. She doesn't talk about the strength in one move. Just her speed and posture mean to sweep the army. If her fists and feet are more powerful I'm afraid few people can do something in her hands. Yan Jinghui doesn't know that even now, there are few people who can win Anyan. What's more, she usually fights with people not as much as fists, feet and martial arts, but more directly with poison, which is not only easy, but also a hundred.

The following people seem to be shocked by Anyan. With Anyan's deliberate efforts, they all think that Anyan is powerful, even brave, and few dare to try.

An Yan smiled contentedly and looked around. "In this case, this ancient jade is here."

When talking, an Yan turns her eyes to Hu Yanhui, and the tone of inquiry disappears, more like a declaration.

Tiger Yan Hui's eyes are gloomy. He has a feeling of hate when staring at Anyan, but his tone is calm. "Is there anyone else?"

There was a silence below, and all of them looked at each other. An Yan looked at the people who were sitting down safely, smiling lightly, but there was a sudden voice in his ear. An Yan's smile converged, as if that person was just a woman, but a weak woman.

The woman was veiled and couldn't see clearly. Anyan felt in a trance that she had seen this face with a strange sense of familiarity.

The woman's eyes glowed at Anyan, which seemed to billow, trying to submerge Anyan in Zha and disappear completely.

Anyan raised her hand and made a gesture of asking for help, but the woman turned around and bowed to huyanhui with a soft voice. "I don't know martial arts, so I want to compare with Nanan girl."

Anyan didn't know if she was sensitive. She felt that when she said Nan'an, she had a gnashing of teeth. It seemed that she had a deep hatred. Anyan couldn't see her face clearly and could not think of who she had a hatred with.

Hu Yanhui still has some righteousness. He didn't immediately agree. He looked at Anyan.

Anyan picked up her eyebrows. "What do you want to compete with?"

"Can I do anything better than that? Is life and death count? " The woman didn't promise directly, but asked Yan an.

"Nature."

The woman put down the worry in her heart and said frankly, "poison, we are more poisonous."

Anyan narrowed her eyes slightly. She was not a familiar person. Otherwise, she would not be confused about her good poison

"I have a bottle of poison. If the girl doesn't die after drinking it, I will lose." The woman's voice sank a lot, with the pleasure of venting, an Yan showed a smile, a light sarcasm mixed with words spread, "I happen to have a bottle of poison, or you come to drink, you live, I lose?"

The woman looked at Anyan grudgingly, her knuckles turned white, and Anyan smiled with a big smile. "Otherwise, we both drink. Is it to die or to live to see luck?"

Even across the veil, Anyan felt that the man's eyes fell on her face and wanted her to be discouraged. Anyan didn't understand. Where did she provoke the woman?

"Good." It took a long time for the woman to gently open her mouth. An Yan smiled and threw a bottle of poison to her. The woman also threw the poison. An Yan opened it and sniffed it. There were some pungent and highly toxic. Unfortunately, it was not a poison that killed her. It was not a very rare poison. It could not kill her, but it also needed to rest for a while, or make an antidote to take it. It was troublesome.

Anyan shook the bottle and motioned for her to open it. The woman's hand trembled a little, but she didn't know what to think of. She suddenly clenched the porcelain bottle and made a lot of stability. She directly drank it with her hands on her back.

An Yan chuckles. Was there an antidote in her hand just now? Does she think her poison is solvable? In order to survive without completely correct antidote, Anyan took the porcelain bottle in one hand, blocked it in the other hand, stole the beam and changed the post, replaced the poison with a bottle of awakening medicine, drank the medicine in his hand under "everyone's eyes" and threw the bottle away.

Anyan sneers at the woman in front of her. She squats down tremblingly, hands on her abdomen and tightens it a little. Then she lies on the ground and rolls, shivering and hugging.

The people around looked at the situation on the stage in a daze. A man stood as if nothing had happened, and his life was obviously not long.

"Why? I took the antidote The female language does not become a sentence trembling to ask an Yan.

An Yan chuckles, "are you sure? There may be antidotes in the world, such as green blood Lianxin grass, but the conditions are extremely harsh. There is no antidote. "

"Then why are you?" the woman was sweating, and the sweat on her forehead was flowing all the time.

"People who have been testing poisons since childhood can be invincible to all poisons." An Yan smiled softly and his voice was calm. In such a strange situation, he felt a little gentle and peaceful.

Yan Jinghui looks at an Yan and feels that at this time, she has a kind of charming feeling, which is different from the feeling of lawlessness just now. At this time, the woman is always familiar with him in memory, but the familiarity will not last for a long time, because the woman has never been so gentle, and is more domineering.

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