The two challengers to Zhang Xing were called Meng Jiao and Meng Bao.
They were both Samsung Battle-Saints.
Meng Jiao was an expert in poison, while Meng Bao was an expert in formations.
"Meng Bao, I'll go first. Don't fight with me this time. I'll let you win next time!"
"Okay!
Meng Jiao, we've lost three rounds in a row. You have to be careful. "
Meng Bao didn't fight with him. He didn't want to waste time.
"I know. Don't you know my poison skills? Even a Four-star Battle-Saint can be poisoned by me if he's not careful."
Meng Jiao said confidently.
At the same time, he thought to himself, 'My beast's poison skills are even more powerful!'
Meng Jiao's figure flashed and appeared in front of Zhang Xing.
With a wave of his hand, a beast that looked like a long-necked dragon appeared in the sky.
"Zhang Xing, how about we drink tea and chat while watching the beasts fight?"
Meng Jiao said with a smile.
"Oh?
What do you mean? "
Zhang Xing asked curiously.
"Let's have a battle of words. A pot of tea, a plate of nuts, and a fruit."
"As long as you don't get poisoned after eating and drinking, you win."
"Is that so …"
Zhang Xing pretended to think for a moment, then said reluctantly, "Okay!"
This Meng Jiao was definitely a poison master.
He just didn't know what level.
But according to his guess, he was at least a Level Nine Poison Master.
Poison Masters, Medicine Masters, and Formation Masters were divided into nine levels before reaching the Saint level.
But above the Saint level, they were called Poison Masters, Medicine Masters, Formation Masters, and so on.
They were also divided into nine levels.
Zhang Xing's Pill Master and Formation Master titles were the pinnacle below the Saint level.
In fact, his level was already at the Level One Medicine Master, Poison Master, and Formation Master level.
It was just that he hadn't been certified yet.
But he wasn't worried about anything happening to him.
The mutated dragon energy in his body seemed to be able to devour all energy for his own use.
Looking up at the long-necked dragon in the sky, he felt like he had seen it somewhere before.
He quickly searched for the species of ancient beasts in his mind.
When a nine-headed hydra with nine heads was frozen, Zhang Xing's eyes revealed a thoughtful look.
If the other eight heads of the Hydra were covered, the rest would look exactly like the long-necked dragon in the sky.
There was a comment below Hydra.
Ancient mutated beasts were extremely poisonous.
There were nine levels of evolution.
The most obvious sign was the head.
Nine heads was the limit, and its attack and defense were extremely strong.
It was the most powerful enemy of the Giant Dragons.
After reading it, Zhang Xing had a rough idea of what was going on.
"Poison One, your opponent should be Hydra, but I don't know how many heads he has evolved."
Poison Dragon Fifth's underling, Poison One, grinned when he heard his boss's summon.
"Don't worry, Boss. I'm not afraid even if he has nine heads."
Zhang Xing nodded. "Go ahead, use your brain more. If you want to play, play it well. White One and Shi Yi's performance was not bad."
"Alright!
Just watch, Boss. "
Poison One's figure flashed as he flew in front of the long-necked dragon.
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"Zhang Xing, what's the name of your dragon?"
The two of them sat on the ground.
As Meng Jiao spoke, he took out a tea set and three plates of snacks.
Zhang Xing said lightly, "Poison One."
"Oh, then it should be a Poison Dragon?"
Meng Jiao poured sweet and fragrant spring water into the teapot.
"That's right." Zhang Xing watched Meng Jiao's actions.
"This is spring water I collected from Longquan Mountain. It's perfect for making tea."
The teapot was filled with spring water.
Meng Jiao didn't seem to use any cultivation method, but the tea was already boiling.
He took out a tea pill the size of a fingernail.
He threw it into the teapot with a thud.