Chapter 401： Do you have a way? (1/2)

Yan Shou heard the words, with a trace of embarrassment on his face, then took a peek at the crane in the mist, and shook his head again and again, not wanting to say more.

Su Han suddenly had a number in his heart, and it seemed that Yan Shou didn't go into a crooked way. You can tell from the attitude of Lin Feifei and others towards him.

”Help!”

Suddenly there was a shout in front of them, and everyone looked up, and saw a group of wounded warriors in this Yansu Fang.

One of the warriors' complexion was covered with a layer of black air, and his whole body was sallow, without a trace of blood!

Behind this group of warriors, there is also a group of ordinary people with the appearance of merchants, their faces panicked, and their expressions are extremely worried.

Bai Mo and others just took a look, and then lost interest.

The strength of this group of warriors is low, most of them are in the physical state, and only one of them is older in the fetal breath state.

”Everyone, I was planning to go to the country of Su, but in the middle of the journey, I encountered this group of merchants being robbed by the'Sky Eagle Bandit'. After a melee, my brother was seriously injured and the fire was also contaminated by poison. Help, save my brother!”

The person who embraces the sallow man is a brawny man, whose breath is about sevenfold in the physical state, and he looks around with hope.

What Yansu Fang sells are all martial arts necessities, and of course there are also medicinal pills. As long as someone is willing to help, it may not be able to save his brother's life!

”You are really stupid, how can you provoke the Skyhawk bandit? The leader of the bandit is the strongest of the fetal breath realm. Who can control it if he is not born?”

Someone shook his head and sighed.

What's more, it is straightforward to say that there is no need to take their own lives for a group of ordinary people. After all, martial arts practice is not easy, and you need to cherish it!

”Brother Huang, we are the one who tired you and your brother...”

The faces of those merchants showed self-blame.

But they were just ordinary people, and they would make a hundred and eighty taels in one trip. Even if they were willing, they would not be able to buy healing pills for the injured warrior.

”No problem, this matter has nothing to do with you.”

Huang Xin waved his hand, his eyes suddenly fell on the elder fetal breath state: ”Brother Chen, there must be a pill in Yansu Fang that can save my brother's life...”

The fetal breath realm's eyes flickered, and then he sighed: ”Some time ago, all of my silver spirits were used to purchase Qi-Blood Pill and Qi-Condensing Pill. I feel weak...”

When Huang Xin heard this, he didn't know whether it was anger or sadness on his face.

There was a faint flash of purple light in Su Han's eyes, and in an instant he could see that the sallow young man was covered in black mist.

The system prompt sounded immediately:

”One coin from Ai Ye, two coins from Cinnabar, and one Manglietia...”

This is a formula to get rid of poisonous fog, and they are all common medicinal materials. Su Han does not know why the system is so in love with it, and he does not even need to speak. After seeing someone poisoned by fire, he will give the corresponding antidote.

Compared with Wang Jiang, the poison in this young man can be described as a trick. Su Han glanced at the surrounding stalls, and suddenly had an idea.

”Your brother, I am afraid that you have been poisoned. I have a second-grade detoxification pill here. Sell it to you for two thousand taels. Maybe it can save your brother's life.”

A stall owner stood up and said with a smile at Huang Xin.

This stall owner is also a warrior himself, his cultivation base is even higher than Huang Xin, and he has reached the tenth level of the physical state.

Those who can set up stalls in Yansufang are basically martial artists, and ordinary people can't survive here.

”Two thousand taels...”

Huang Xin's face reddened slightly: ”Two thousand taels are actually not a big deal, but they are ashamed in their pockets...”

”I can save you two hundred taels, just one thousand eight hundred taels.”

The other party blocked Huang Xin's words back.

This also shows his attitude, want to give it away? impossible!

Upon seeing this group of merchants, you smashed a little, I smashed a little, and finally collected two or three hundred taels of silver and gave it to Huang Xin: