God-Level Brat System - Chapter 891
[Chapter 891: Senior Brother, You Are Committing Suicide]
Committing Suicide Everyone in the Baihua Sect tried to persuade him, but Ye Meng still looked nonchalant.
“Big Brother, you are being reckless! I have also heard of this Hall Master Bao. His name is Bao Budu. He is one of the three most famous poison masters in the neon world. His methods are strange and unpredictable. It is really a mistake for you to bet with him on poison skills!” Seeing this
, Xue Ziqian whispered to Ye Meng.
Hall Master Bao’s original name was Bao Budu. After he entered the poison path, he changed his name to Bao Budu. His methods were vicious. His poison skills were not superb, but at least they had reached the pinnacle! He
ranked third among the three major poison masters in the neon world. Countless martial artists from various sects died at his hands. People secretly nicknamed him Bao Yanwang!
This is the person. His poison methods are like the King of Hell. If you die at three o’clock in the morning, no one will keep you alive until five o’clock!
Therefore, Xue Ziqian really didn’t think that Ye Meng could beat Bao Budu. This was a losing bet, and the loser would even pay the price of his life!
“I’ll take care of it!”
Ye Meng waved his hand nonchalantly.
“Big Brother! You’re… committing suicide!”
Seeing that Ye Meng still didn’t take it seriously, Xue Ziqian was so angry that he trembled.
“I won’t commit suicide. Don’t worry, little Xuezi!”
Ye Meng curled his lips and replied disapprovingly.
“Ah!”
Xue Ziqian and the people of Baihua Sect sighed helplessly after hearing the persuasion.
The conversation between Ye Meng and Xue Ziqian and others naturally did not escape the ears of Bao Budu and Elder Song.
When they heard Ye Meng’s nonchalant words, they all felt happy in their hearts!
This kid is really looking for death!
“Since you have agreed, let’s start! You and I will use an incense stick of time to prepare the poison and let the other party take it!”
Bao Budu said to Ye Meng with a hint of sarcasm.
“Stop nagging, I know what’s going on!”
Ye Meng waved his hands, grinding his little canine teeth.
Bao Budu nodded upon hearing this, and said no more.
At that moment, several Wanjian Sect disciples brought two tables.
These tables were for Ye Meng and Bao Budu to conveniently prepare poisons and time.
The two tables were facing each other, and each had an incense burner on it.
Puff! Puff!
Two flames lit the incense at the same time.
Bao Budu saw this, slapped his storage ring, and immediately poured out a bunch of bottles and jars, and began to prepare poisons.
Elder Song and other people from the Wanjian Sect all held their breath, staring at Bao Budu without blinking.
On the Baihua Sect side, Ye Meng seemed to be stunned, still standing in front of the table, motionless.
“What’s wrong with you, big brother? Why don’t you do it?”
“Hey, I told you that big brother shouldn’t compete with this non-poisonous guy!”
“What should we do now? Big brother doesn’t seem to know how to make the poison. Isn’t he doomed to lose?”
“Losing is a small matter. The key is the final detoxification step. If it goes wrong, big brother will lose his life!”
Xue Ziqian and others saw Ye Meng’s dazed look and immediately became anxious.
Even Shen Hongye was a little suspicious.
“What are you doing, little brother? Why don’t you make the poison yet?”
The movement on the Baihua Sect side attracted the attention of Elder Song and others. When they saw it, they all couldn’t help but gloat over the misfortune.
“Hahaha, this kid, is he here to make fun of me?”
“He was so awesome before, why is he still now?”
“I knew it, what kind of abilities can a little brat have? The poison he created when he plotted against Yang Bao before was probably an accident!”
“That’s not the case, maybe he is preparing some unique poison that is invisible and colorless and cannot be seen by the naked eye… Okay, I can’t make it up anymore, hahaha!”
(End of this chapter)
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