Off the stage, it was quiet.

Everyone stared at the square-faced man with a look of surprise on his face.

After all, everyone remembered the appearance of the square-faced man just now.

Not only did I react slowly, but I could not tell if I could speak slowly, I wouldn’t know if I had a single knife...

But now, it's normal?!

However, the square-faced man himself was a little confused at this moment.

He looked at his hand repeatedly and then, and then suddenly shouted, "Oh, it hurts so much!... Blood? Why is there blood? Who hurts me? Who hurts me... It hurts so much..."

The square-faced man screamed.

But the more he screamed, the more surprised everyone felt. Yan Qingyu, who was opposite, had already widened his eyes and was stunned.

The gods were drunk, but they actually solved it?

No, it's impossible!

The immortal drunk has no antidote, why is this yellow-haired girl...

As the eighth-level medicine emperor and a poisoner, Yan Qingyu knew the most. Otherwise, he wouldn't have poisoned him in public here, and the result...

The first time, Yan Qingyu felt inexplicably panicked.

But in a blink of an eye, Yan Qingyu calmed down and then said coldly:

"This only means that I did not succeed in detoxifying, but it does not mean that you won."

Mo Fengwu glanced at him and said nothing.

Then he turned around and sat on the chair, and at this moment, the sandalwood that had been lit before had just burned out.

The field was silent.

At this time, the old host who had been standing next to him came to his senses, coughed lightly, and said loudly:

"The half-time deadline is here, and the leader of the Mo family wins."

As he said that, the old host looked around and looked at the temple guards who were acting as assistants at the back at the same time took away the square-faced man who was still screaming. Then he said:

"Continue half, one stick of incense, time."

The moment the sound fell, a guard lit a sandalwood again and the timing began.

The audience calmed down again.

At this time, Yan Qingyu had a cold face. He glanced at Mo Fengwu first, and then said to the long-faced man:

"Come here."

The long-faced man was poisoned by Yan Qingyu, which was relieved by Mo Fengwu.

Moreover, compared with the young murderous demon king Mo Fengwu, he obviously believes in Yan Qingyu, who has the title of Eighth-level Medicine Emperor.

So logically speaking, he should be very happy that Yan Qingyu let him go now.

But after what happened just now, the man with a long face felt inexplicably frightened.

So when he heard this, the man with a long face did not move forward, but instead hid a step towards Mo Fengwu. On his face, he also showed a clear timidity and fear.

Yan Qingyu's eyes suddenly became cold.

"I asked you to come! Why? Don't you believe me?"

"Uh, no, no..."

The long-faced man said stiffly, then moved his steps and slowly came to Yan Qingyu.

The surroundings were still quiet, and suddenly, a drop of rain fell from the sky.

Yan Qingyu's expression remained unmoved, and then reached out to start taking the pulse of the long-faced man, and then slowly closed his eyes.

One breath, two breaths...

Scattered raindrops fell one after another, gradually getting bigger.

But no one left the audience, and now he widened his eyes and stared at the stage, not the moment.

In this way, half of the incense stick passed in a blink of an eye.

Yan Qingyu still didn't move.

There was a commotion in the audience.

But Mo Fengwu was very patient. Then, just when there was less than a quarter of the sandalwood left, Yan Qingyu suddenly opened his eyes, and at the same time let go of his hand, looking at Mo Fengwu and said:

"My friend, do you think you won?"
Chapter completed!