The villain is invincible

Chapter 183 Poisoning
"Hey, what happened here? Brother, did you see it clearly?"

"No, never, brother, I'm busy here..."

The abbot who was questioned had no idea what was going on.All I saw was a Buddha statue that seemed to be kind and angry behind Mai Fan.

After colliding with Huogong Toutuo, the Buddha statue automatically collapsed.

But looking at the fuzzy Buddha shadow, the clothes still don't look like traditional Buddha statues.

Also, they clearly saw that Mai Fan was being slapped by Huogong Toutuo, as if he was giving up his life for righteousness, and they didn't intend to count life and death at all.

But now, the Fireman Toutuo on the opposite side fell down inexplicably, and Mai Fan, who endured the attack, stood in the field as if nothing happened...

Probably Mai Fan also felt the atmosphere of the whole Shaolin, as the saying goes, it doesn’t matter if a person is too good...

Mai Fan spit out a mouthful of blood with a 'poof', and under everyone's gaze, he also lay on the ground like a fireworker Tutuo.

This is not something he pretended, he was already seriously injured and weak.

He looks like an ordinary person on the outside, but if a medical expert takes his pulse outside, he can immediately make a judgment that the child is seriously injured and needs to rest for a long time.

But now, outsiders are shocked by Mai Fan vomiting blood like this.

The floor-sweeping monk who was entrusted to take care of him wandered into the arena, intending to detect Mai Fan's breath.

It wasn't that he didn't save him just now, the sweeping monk didn't feel threatened at all from the fire worker Toutuo.

This threat was not directed at him, but at Mai Fan.

According to the sweeping monk's understanding of Mai Fan, this kid has no fear at all.

After Mai Fan received that palm, the sweeping monk only felt it from the aspect of vigorous energy and blood, and he didn't feel any serious problems.

As for now, the sweeping monk wanted to step forward to check, but there was one who was one step faster than him and rushed into the competition field.

It's him?No flowers?
The sweeping monk's footsteps slowed down, but he didn't stop.

Because before Liao Fan made a move, what made him watch out was actually the pride of this wordless boy.

What is wrong with this most outstanding junior among Shaolin known as the Seven Wonderful Monks?

Just as the sweeping monk was thinking, Wuhua had already stood beside Mai Fan, squatted down, and helped Mai Fan up as if she was very worried about him.

This action seemed flawless, but it made the pupils of the sweeping monk shrink...

Mai Fan, who was lying on the ground, had a bitter mouth.

This Wuhua is really fucking insidious.

While he was supporting Mai Fan, a silver needle popped out from the middle of his finger, pierced Mai Fan's armpit, and quickly retracted it.

It took only a few seconds for the small silver needle to work, and a special state appeared above Mai Fan's head: poisoning.

This toxicity is not low. Under the blessing of this state, the number of negative words -5-5-5 began to appear continuously on the top of Mai Fan's head. How much blood.

What should he do in this situation?
Mai Fan opened his eyes in a jerk, and then with a roar that was almost painful, he revealed the fruitless wolf ambition.

"Ah! Brother Wu Hua, you, you actually poisoned me!"

After speaking, he tilted his head and passed out.

But no one saw that when Mai Fan tilted his head, he already had a red medicine in his mouth.

This red medicine was rewarded to him together with the package equipment when he completed the first main mission.

Mai Fan originally planned to use it when saving lives.

Now it is used here, although it is a bit distressing, but Wuhua doesn't know what to play next, it is always right to be cautious.

It is also thanks to Mai Fan who swallowed the red medicine, because the poison that Wuhua put on Mai Fan is really strong.

The sweeping monk rushed over when Mai Fan yelled. He first separated the contact between Wuhua and Mai Fan, and then pressed his two fingers on Mai Fan's pulse...

"Not good! Come here! Fan is poisoned!"

The floor-sweeping monk roared, but he used his three-level skill, and the sound transmission of this skill immediately attracted the attention of the abbot, the host and others.

They looked at this unremarkable old monk, and while they were amazed, they also shouted to the monk in charge of healing in Shaolin Temple: "Quick! Go over and see what's going on with Fan."

After all, he is not a monk of Shaolin Temple itself. If there is an accident, Huichang Temple in Chang'an may not be a great temple of martial arts.

But the distance between it and Chang'an and the relationship between Chang'an's dignitaries are much closer than Shaolin's.

There are not many martial arts sects that oppose the imperial court, but their endings are usually not very good.

If Shaolin Temple hadn't communicated with the imperial court and expressed the idea of ​​avoiding the world, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to safely exist in the boundary of Songshan Mountain.

Now if it is for Liaofan to fight against Huichang Temple, it is really unnecessary.

Also, just now the sweeping monk said that Mai Fan was poisoned.

Several people who came to rescue Mai Fan all looked at Wuhua's place in unison.

The sweeping monk pointed at these juniors: "He has a needle in his hand, since there is poison, there must be an antidote."

"Take him down."

"This?" Several monks hesitated, because Wuhua is the best one in Shaolin Temple.

Do you really want to attack Wuhua because of the words of a sweeping monk?Besides, even if it is a strike, they may not be the opponent of each other together.

Just when these monks were stupefied, the sweeping monk became impatient. He stuffed Fan into the arms of these junior monks, and did it himself.

"You junior, you look pure and good, but you are actually extremely vicious! How many scum have come out of Shaolin these years!"

This tone is full of sadness and sadness, as well as the lamentation of hating iron but not steel.

The old abbot who said he couldn't lead by example blushed.

It seems that this scum started from him.

That is, when everyone was in a trance, they discovered that the sweeping monk had only used two moves to take down Qijumiaoseng Wuhua?

Yes, it was still taken down lightly and without any strength to fight back.

Wuhua was pressed to the ground, her hands were cut behind her back, a silver needle gleamed coldly between her fingers, and the floor-sweeping monk pinched the needle casually, and handed it to the monk who was still in a daze for treatment.

"Did you see it? The poisonous needle, and what he has here should be the antidote." After saying this, the sweeping monk took out a bottle from Wuhua's arms and handed it to the monk.

"By comparing these two two phases, you will be able to detoxify Fan."

"It's useless to count on you people, so let me ask the reason why there are no flowers?"

(End of this chapter)