Seeing that all the teachers and students of the college were poisoned and weak, Wan Chongyue felt heartbroken and worried.

"Dean, Dean..." When teachers such as Guan Shaotang, Yu Guanyuan and others showed surprise when they saw the dean appear.

"Director, you're fine, it's great!"

Nan Huaiyi also breathed a sigh of relief.

There was such a big deal in the academy, and there must be some evil people who wanted to make mistakes.

If even the strongest dean loses its combat power, the academy will be destroyed in an instant.

The appearance of Wan Chongyue also calmed down the students.

What Tang Qiuling thought was that fortunately Chen Xuan took the students out for training and was not poisoned with them.

Wan Chongyue walked into the cafeteria in two steps at a time to calm the students' emotions: "Dear students, don't be afraid. Although this poison can temporarily make people weak and cannot activate the ancient martial arts true energy, it should not be in danger of life. Let the teachers detoxify you later."

In fact, Wan Chongyue also knew that this poison could not be so easy to resolve, but as long as it did not kill people immediately, there would be hope for detoxification.

After saying that, Wan Chongyue walked to the teacher's desk.

After He Zhiming entered the cafeteria, he did not need Wan Chongyue to help him, and followed slowly.

"Shaotang, Guanyuan, and all the teachers, how do you feel in your health?"

"Just as Dean, you said, we can't do our best."

Yu Guanyuan replied in a weak tone.

Wan Chongyue nodded, and the teachers' physical condition was as expected.

This poison is so powerful that even ancient martial artists in the Forging of the Wild Realm cannot bear it.

Even those at the level of the Gangqi realm were reduced by 30% or 40% of their strength.

He Zhiming is a master who is perfect in the ninth level of the mage forging, and he can only barely walk.

"Don't continue to try to use your energy to detoxify. This will lead to a worsening of the symptoms of poisoning, which will make several medical teachers think about what medicine to use to detoxify."

As the dean, Wan Chongyue remained in danger when the college was facing a huge crisis.

In addition to Chen Xuan, the college also has four medical teachers, all of whom were poisoned while dining in this cafeteria.

Hearing the dean's orders, the four medical teachers showed helpless expressions.

This colorless and tasteless poison is really amazing. They have been discussing what kind of strange poison it is in the ancient martial arts world, but they all have no clue.

Seeing this, Wan Chongyue felt a little sank in his heart and said again: "It seems that he can only wait for Teacher Chen to come back to detoxify everyone. Know your fate. Call Mr. Chen."

"OK."

He Zhiming took out his cell phone and called Chen Xuan's phone number.

Wan Chongyue looked at Yu Guanyuan and Guan Shaotang and asked a crucial question: "Which of the three of you will be the turn for today's food inspection?"

"Today it's Teacher He to check the meal."

Yu Guanyuan and Guan Shaotang replied together.

Wan Chongyue frowned slightly when he heard this, and suddenly he thought of something wrong.

However, the next moment, Wan Chongyue felt an extremely cold aura coming from behind.

A ray of ancient martial arts true energy that was the most yin and cold burst out instantly behind Wan Chongyue! At the critical moment, Wan Chongyue, a master of the Gangqi realm, flashed slightly, and the vital part of his heart avoided a fatal blow.

However, a short thorn with a cold light pierced into Wan Chongyue's left back waist.

"Damn it!"

Wan Chongyue had a backhand and slapped He Zhiming behind him like a storm.

However, He Zhiming had already dodged and stood ten meters away from Wan Chongyue.

Wan Chongyue pressed his left back waist with one hand and turned around in disbelief.

This sudden change shocked all the students in the cafeteria.

The third-grade leader He Zhiming actually attacked the dean Wan Chongyue?

This is even more surprising than the poisoning of teachers and students.

Because as we all know, He Zhiming has always respected Wan Chongyue very much, and even treated the dean as his father.

"Hahahaha! Old Man Wan, I'm hitting my sting. I'm afraid that your skills are less than 20% left at this moment!"

He Zhiming laughed proudly, as if he had completely changed his personality.

The third-grade students were the most shocked because Teacher He was usually gentle and could not sneer as arrogantly as he is now.

"Know your fate, why?"

Wan Chongyue asked in shock and angrily.

The old dean seemed to be bleeding inside. He didn't expect that the person he trusted the most would betray him.

"Why?"

He Zhiming suddenly put away his smile, and a resentful look appeared in his eyes, "Old man Wan, have you forgotten the promise you made when you asked me to be a teacher in the college?"

"Knowing your destiny, you should know my vision, for the ancient martial arts world to be more prosperous and no longer have a view. At that time, I will propose various sects and sects of martial arts and share martial arts, and you will find a martial art that suits you, a special physique to improve your realm. This is my promise to you. Didn't you agree to follow me because of this?"

Wan Chongyue's tone was filled with pain, regret and incomprehension.

"After entering the college, you are the most exemplary teacher every year and the role model for students. Are all this done against your true intentions?"

"Yes, it's going against one's true intention!"

When He Zhiming said this, he felt no shame at all.

"Do you think I am really that stupid, selflessly dedicated to the college and students?

My god stabs Him Zhiming, I don’t live a Bodhisattva like you!”

He Zhiming said, shaking the short thorn with a cold light in his hand. Before he entered the academy, his name in the ancient martial arts world was "The Immortal Thorn".

"My special physique is destined to endure inhuman meridian pain every night when I practice most ancient martial arts. It was you, Old Man Wan, who promised me to find a technique suitable for my physical practice. But now five years have passed! Five years! My cultivation is still at the ninth level of the meridian forging realm! I can't make any progress! How much of your blueprint has been completed?

50% or 40%?

Haha, I'm afraid there isn't even 30%, right?"

"Just to improve your cultivation, you poison all the teachers and students of the college, and even attack me at the siege?"

Wan Chongyue kept shook his head, "You are so confused. The person behind you is just taking advantage of you. It is impossible to really give you benefits. You are now lost and you are not too late. Please hand over the antidote!"

When He Zhiming heard this, a ridiculous arc curled up at the corner of his mouth: "Old man Wan, you still can't understand my pain, because of my special physique. The higher my realm, the more painful my meridians will suffer. It will only be resolved unless you advance to the Gangqi realm! But you haven't helped me break through for five years. Do you know how I spent these five years?"

All the teachers and students stared at He Zhiming's true thoughts.

And the more He Zhiming said, the more excited he became.

"The pain I have suffered in the past five years is a hundred times stronger than you, Old Man Wan, imagined!"

"Zhi Ming, I have been helping you find suitable exercises and pain relief medicines. Half the reason for the college library and pharmacy is that it is set up for you."
Chapter completed!