"What, what is happening? Senior brother, did you see it clearly?"
"No, no, senior brother, I am busy here..."
The abbot who was questioned had no idea what was going on. He only saw that a Buddha statue that was both compassionate and angry seemed to have appeared behind Mai Fan.
After colliding with Huo Gong Tutuo, the Buddha statue automatically collapsed.
But looking at the blurry Buddha image, neither the clothes nor the face look like a traditional Buddha statue.
Also, they clearly saw Mai Fan being slapped by Huo Gong Toutuo, as if he was sacrificing his life for righteousness, and they had no intention of counting life and death.
But now, the Huo Gong Tutuo on the opposite side fell inexplicably, and Mai Fan, who had withstood the attack, stood on the field as if nothing was wrong...
Probably Mai Fan also felt the whole atmosphere of Shaolin. As the saying goes, it doesn't matter if a person is too good...
Mai Fan spat out a mouthful of blood, and under everyone's gaze, he lay on the ground like a fireman.
He wasn't pretending, he was seriously injured and in a weak state.
He looks like an ordinary person on the outside, but if a medical expert takes his pulse outside, he will immediately be able to conclude that the child is seriously injured and needs to rest for a long time.
But now, outsiders were shocked when Mai Fan vomited blood like this.
The sweeping monk who was asked to keep an eye on him suddenly walked into the venue, intending to detect Mai Fan's aura.
It's not that he didn't save him just now, the sweeping monk didn't feel threatened by Huo Gong Tutuo at all.
This threat was not directed at him, but at Mai Fan.
According to the sweeping monk's understanding of Mai Fan, there is not even a hint of fear in this boy.
After Mai Fan received that palm, the sweeping monk only felt it in terms of strong qi and blood, and he didn't feel anything serious.
As for now, the sweeping monk wanted to step forward to check, but there was someone who was one step faster than him and rushed into the competition venue.
Is it him? Wuhua?
The sweeping monk's footsteps slowed down, but did not stop.
Because before Liao Fan took action, what he was wary of was actually the pride of this childless boy.
What’s wrong with this most outstanding junior among the Shaolin monks known as the Seven Wonderful Monks?
While the sweeper 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 flawless, but it made the sweeping monk's pupils shrink...
Mai Fan was lying on the ground with a bitter taste in his mouth.
This Wuhua is so damn insidious.
While he was holding Mai Fan, a silver needle popped out from between his fingers, pierced Mai Fan's armpit, and then quickly put it back.
The small silver needle only lasted a few seconds before a special state appeared on top of Mai Fan's head: poisoning.
This toxicity is not low. Under the blessing of this state, the negative words - 5-5-5 - started to appear on the top of Mai Fan's head. The number is not big, but it cannot be sustained, and Mai Fan has nothing left in the first place.
How much blood is it?
What should he do in this situation?
Mai Fan opened his eyes in a flash, and then he revealed Wu Hua's wolfish ambition with a roar that was almost painful.
"Ah! Brother Wuhua, you, you actually poisoned me!"
After saying that, he tilted his head and passed out.
But no one saw that when Mai Fan tilted his head, he had a red pill in his mouth.
This red medicine was awarded to him along with the packaged equipment when he completed his first main mission.
Mai Fan originally planned to use it when saving lives.
Now that it is used here, although it feels a little distressing, Wuhua still doesn't know what tricks he will play next, and it is always right to be cautious.
It was also thanks to Mai Fan that he swallowed the red pill, because the poison Wu Hua used on Mai Fan was really very toxic.
The sweeping monk rushed over when Mai Fan yelled. He first separated the contact between Wuhua and Mai Fan, and then pressed on Mai Fan's pulse with two fingers...
"No! Someone's coming! Liaofan has been poisoned!"
The sweeping monk roared like this, but he used his third-level skills. Such skills transmitted the sound and immediately attracted the attention of the abbot and others.
They looked at this inconspicuous old monk and were surprised. At the same time, they shouted to the monk in charge of healing in the Shaolin Temple: "Quick! Come over and take a look at Fan's condition."
After all, he is not a monk from Shaolin Temple. If something really happened, Huichang Temple in Chang'an might not be a big martial arts temple.
But the distance between it and Chang'an and the relationship between Chang'an's dignitaries are much closer than Shaolin.
There are not many martial arts sects that oppose the imperial court, but their endings are usually not very good.
If the Shaolin Temple had not communicated with the imperial court and expressed the concept of escaping from the world, I am afraid they would not be able to safely exist in the territory of Songshan Mountain.
Now, if you want to make enemies with Huichang Temple for the sake of Fan, there is really no need.
Also, the sweeping monk just said that Mai Fan was poisoned.
Several people who rushed over to treat Mai Fan looked at Wu Hua's location with their heads turned.
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 were hesitant, because Wu Hua was the most outstanding one in the Shaolin Temple.
Do you really want to attack Wuhua because of what a sweeping monk said? Besides, even if they attack, the two of them together may not be the opponent's opponent.
While these monks were stunned, the sweeping monk became impatient. He stuffed Lao Fan into the arms of these junior monks and took action himself.
"You, a junior, look innocent, but are actually extremely vicious! How many scum have been produced in Shaolin over the years!"
This tone is full of sorrow and sorrow, as well as the sorrow that iron cannot become steel.
The face of the abbot who was unable to lead by example turned red.
It seems like this scum started from him.
That is, when everyone was in a daze, they discovered that the sweeping monk actually used only two moves to defeat the Seven Wonderful Monk Wuhua?
Yes, it was still taken down easily and without any chance of fighting back.
Wuhua was pressed to the ground, with her hands cut behind her back. A silver needle shone with cold light between her fingers. The sweeping monk lightly picked up the needle and handed it to the treating monk who was still dazed.
"Did you see it? The poisonous needle, and what he has here should be the antidote." After saying this, the sweeping monk had already taken out a bottle from Wuhua's arms and handed it to the monk as well.
"By comparing these two aspects, we can detoxify Fan."
"It's no use counting on you people. Let me ask you why there are no flowers."