Why am I invincible again?

Chapter 42 Immortal Cultivation Invincible (42)

After the two sides went through no less than ten moves back and forth, Yao Wuheng was convinced that Yao Wuxian came prepared this time.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, but you have grown a lot."

"Not too much, not too much, it's more than enough to slap your father in the face."

On the arena, Yao Wuxian's mouth cannon skill was activated. Yao Wuheng couldn't say that he was sharp-tongued, and he made fierce moves, forcing Yao Wuxian to constantly mobilize his spiritual power to fight.

Knowing the best move, both sides stepped back a few steps.

Yao Wuheng covered his heart, biting the elixir in his mouth to replenish his strength.

However, Yao Wuxian stabilized his figure directly, jumped onto the stone pillars around the ring unexpectedly, concentrated his luck, and shouted loudly to the thousands of sect disciples around him.

"Younger Yao Wuxian, my father was the former suzerain of the Buddhist School of Medicine. My father died 15 years ago. The outside world rumored that he died in a hurry. Today, I am standing here to justify my father's name. He did not go crazy. , but by um."

When the words came to his lips, he was blocked by a mouthful of blood.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yao Wuxian vomited black blood and had difficulty breathing, and fell down on the unconscious stone pillar.

The stone pillar was more than ten meters high, and when it fell upside down, the blood was estimated to be splashed one meter away.

The moment he fell down, Yao Wuxian realized that he was poisoned, the slap by Yao Wuheng on his shoulder before the beating was to kill him.

On the field, Yao Wuheng clutched his chest in pain and struggled to save someone. With his speed, Yao Wuxian was already cold when he rushed over.

There was a sigh of relief in the audience, President Tianshan winked, and the disciples who were standing by flew to meet him.

Yao Wuxian looked sideways, and looked coldly at the eyes of the person under the stage.

Cold and ruthless.

It really is non-toxic and not a husband.

Dead, just dying.

not reconciled
"boom--!"

The pain came, but it was far from reaching the point of dying.

Yao Wuxian closed his eyes, before he had time to feel this wonderful feeling carefully, an indifferent voice came from above his head.

"Trash, not dead."

For the first time, Yao Wuxian felt that Zhou Ye's lazy and hoarse voice was like the sound of nature.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and found himself lying on the master's lap. Zhou Ye caught him with one foot, and kicked him away mercilessly.

"puff--"

Another mouthful of old blood spewed out.

It's dark, anyone who is not blind can tell that he is poisoned.

Zhou Ye walked away in disgust.

Yao Wuxian felt that Master's disgusting face, which doesn't distinguish between humans and dogs, is also exceptionally vivid and beautiful.

"Master, he, he's cheating on me!"

Yao Wuheng, who was pointed at, did not expect that Cheng Yaojin would come out halfway, and stepped forward, clutching his chest, and peeled off his shirt in front of everyone.

On the chest, there is a black handprint.

"Yao Wuxian, you are so despicable, you poisoned me!"

Lying on the ground at this time, Yao Wuxian had no expression on his face, and even wanted to spray a mouthful of old blood on the face of this beast.

Sure enough, the son of an old beast can only be a little beast, that's right.

"Fart, obviously you gave me the medicine!"

The one who was kicked by Zhou Ye just now spit out a lot of poisonous blood. Although the whole person was seriously injured, he was still hanging.

Yao Wuheng stared coldly at Yao Wuxian who was on the ground, he thought he would die without proof, but unexpectedly he was able to make a way out of life!

Under the stage, Yao Sui's face was slightly gloomy, and he took a sip of tea leisurely while holding a white jade pot.

"Stop talking nonsense and search your body."

Yao Wuheng looked directly at President Tianshan.

(End of this chapter)