"What happened? Brother, did you see clearly?"

"No, no, senior brother, I'm busy here..."

The abbot who was asked had no idea what was going on. He only saw a Buddha statue that was both compassionate and angry, which seemed to have a Buddha statue behind Mai Fan.

After colliding with Huo Foreword, the Buddha statue automatically collapsed.

But looking at the blurry Buddha shadow, the face he wore was not like a traditional Buddha statue.

Also, they clearly saw Mai Fan being beaten with the Huo Foreword, as if they were sacrificing their lives for righteousness, and they had no intention of counting life and death.

But now, the fire foreman on the opposite side fell down for no reason, and Mai Fan, who had endured this attack, stood in the field as if he was fine...

Perhaps Mai Fan also felt the atmosphere of the entire Shaolin. As the saying goes, people are not good enough...

Mai Fan squirted out his blood in a mouthful of blood. Under everyone's gaze, he lay on the ground like a fire forebodou.

This is not something he pretended to be. He was seriously injured and weak.

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

But now, outsiders were shocked by Mai Fan's vomiting blood.

The sweeper who was asked to take care of him quickly walked into the venue, intending to explore Mai Fan's breath.

He just now didn't want to save him, and the sweeping monk didn't feel threatened by Huo Foreword.

This threat is not against him, but against Maifan.

According to the monk who sweeping the floor knew about Mai Fan, this kid was not afraid at all.

After Mai Fan received that palm, the Sweeping Monk only felt it from the perspective of the vigorous qi and blood, and he did not realize anything was seriously injured.

As for now, the sweeping monk wanted to go forward to check, but one of them rushed into the competition venue one step faster than him.

Is it him? Wuhua?

The sweeping monk slowed down, but he did not stop.

Because before Lefan took action, what he was careful about was actually the pride of this lifeless student.

What is the problem with this most outstanding junior in Shaolin who is known as the Seven Wonderful Monks?

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

This action seemed to be flawless, but it made the pupils of the sweeping monk with a slight look shrink...

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

This Wuhua is so fucking sinister.

While he held Mai Fan, a silver needle suddenly appeared in the middle of his fingers, pricked Mai Fan's armpit, and quickly took it back.

In just a few seconds, a special state appeared on Maifan's head: poisoning.

The toxicity is not low. With the blessing of this state, negative words began to appear on Maifan's head constantly. The number was not large, but it could not resist the sustainability, and Maifan didn't have much blood left.

What should he do in this situation?

Maifan opened his eyes in a flash, and then he unveiled Wuhua's wolf ambition with a nearly painful roar.

"Ahhh! Senior Brother Wuhua, you, you actually poisoned!"

After saying that, he tilted his head and fainted.

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

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

Mai Fan originally planned to use it when he saved his life.

Now that I use it here, although I feel a little distressed, Wuhua still doesn’t know what to do next. It’s always right to be careful.

Thanks to Mai Fan swallowing this red medicine, Wuhua's poison on Mai Fan was really toxic.

The sweeping monk rushed over as Mai Fan roared. He first separated the contact between Wuhua and Mai Fan, and then pressed Mai Fan's pulse with his fingers...

"Not good! Come on! Lefan is poisoned!"

The sweeping monk roared, but he used his third level of skills. After transmitting this skill, he immediately attracted the attention of the abbot and the host and others.

They looked at the inconspicuous old monk, and while surprised, they also shouted to the monk responsible for healing in Shaolin Temple: "Hurry! Come and see what Lefan is doing."

After all, he is not a monk from Shaolin Temple. If something really happens, Huichang Temple far away in Chang'an may not be a martial arts temple.

However, the distance between it and Chang'an and the relationship between the powerful and powerful people in Chang'an are much closer than Shaolin.

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

If Shaolin Temple had not communicated with the court and expressed its concept of avoiding the world, they would probably not be able to exist safely in the territory of Songshan Mountain.

If you are in trouble with Huichang Temple for the sake of Lifan, it is really unnecessary.

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

Several people who rushed over to treat Maifan looked at Wuhua's place with bricks in one go.

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

"Take him down."

"This?" Several monks were hesitant because Wuhua was the best in Shaolin Temple.

Do you really have to attack Wuhua because of a monk who swept the floor? Besides, even if they attack, they may not necessarily be the opponent of each other.

Just when these monks were stunned, the sweeping monk was impatient. He stuffed Lefan into the arms of these monks and took his own hands.

"You junior, looking at Chunliang, is actually extremely vicious! How many scums have been produced in Shaolin over the years!"

This tone was filled with sadness and sadness, and the grief of regret that he could not make one's body stronger.

The face of the abbot who could not set an example turned red.

It seems that this scum was started from him.

In other words, when everyone was in a daze, they found that the sweeping monk had just used two moves to take down the seven wonderful monk Wuhua?

Yes, it was still light and swift to take it without any fighting back.

Wuhua was pressed to the ground and cut her hands back. A silver needle between her fingers flashed with a cold light, while the monk sweeping the ground pinched the needle lightly and handed it to the monk who was still stunned to save him.

"Did you see it? Poison needles, and what he has here should be the antidote." After saying this, the monk sweeping the floor had already taken out a bottle from Wuhua's arms and handed it to the monk.

"Correction of these two can help you detoxify."

"I hope you guys are out of the way, so let me ask you why Wuhua is?"
Chapter completed!