Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 191
The school uniforms of the Wuhua School are multi-layered, with light red veil on the outside, off-white middle shirts, and white inner linings.Except for the black spot on the outer veil, it is not very obvious. After opening, there is also a very small black spot on the overlap between the middle shirt and the inner lining, which is very obvious against the white background.

In the innermost part, on the fair skin, there is a small red spot in the same place, which looks like a trace of being bitten by a mosquito.Originally it was nothing, but in the current situation, it seems very suspicious.

Zhenjun Yuanheng touched the red dot with the tip of his finger, piercing out subtle spiritual power.After a while, he withdrew the spiritual power wire, left the position of the red dot, and said in a deep voice, "It is true that someone injected toxin into the shallow layer of the body through this place. Although the amount is not large, it is enough to destroy a person. If the nephew cannot be treated in time, it is very likely that the foundation will be damaged, and it will no longer be possible to cultivate."

Hearing this, He Haigong's eyes widened in anger. He didn't expect the thief to be so ruthless, and he wanted to destroy the possibility of a cultivator's cultivation.The cultivator tried the last scene in the world, and was destroyed to take the longevity road. Life is not as good as death.

Zhenjun Yuanheng looked at the two of them with pity, and covered Ningxia with his clothes carefully, saying, "Junior Jin should be supporting Ningshi, and the residual poison that was attached to the clothes during the action arrived and got hit. A little poison is very shallow. But this poison is extremely powerful, and a little bit is enough to put people in crisis, and this is the trick."

"This staff is very poisonous."

"It's a little weird inside and out. The two of them were clearly showing signs of poisoning at the market, but when I copied them back just now, the black lips, the deep-set eye sockets, and the black seal were all gone. Go on. This person is normal except for a coma, like a sleeping person, and all the symptoms of poisoning have disappeared. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have found them poisoned."

"Lin Rong, don't say it's you. I almost didn't find out. When I first took a pulse, their pulse was faintly visible, but the rest of the symptoms seemed like nothing had happened. If you didn't insist that they were poisoned, I would be more careful. Check carefully and force the poison in time, this person may not be saved."

Everyone is heartbroken.

He Haigong, who was just chatting with Jin Lin who was awake, said to Zhenjun Yuanheng: "True Monarch! Junior Sister Ning was hit by a person first and then fell down, and then there will be something behind. The guy who hit the person. After a while, the figure disappeared, and then all our attention was on Jiang Zhenren, and it was too late to pursue the escaped person."

"Now that I think about it, there is no doubt that it was that person. I remember that the other party hit Junior Sister Ning's left shoulder and caused her to fall. The junior asked Alin just now, and he has the same impression." He Haigong was very excited, as if he wanted to run out immediately Caught the hateful plotter to avenge his junior brother and junior sister.

Dingjing Zhenren and Yuan Heng Zhenjun looked at each other and saw the heavyness in each other's eyes.

"Come ready."
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No matter how sad Ning Xiaoxia was.

in the distant Middle-earth
One of the main peaks of Xuantian Sword Sect, the sky is dark and dark, dark clouds are piled up, and purple thunder and lightning are faintly lingering in the clouds, exuding terrifying power from a distance.

The young man stood on the square and looked up at the mighty scene, holding a broom in his hand, looking at the handyman who should be cleaning the place.

The supervisor saw someone who was stunned from a distance, walked over with a frown, and knocked on the boy's skull, causing the other party to scream, and the new broom in his hand fell to the ground.

"Hey, pain and pain, hissing-" Watching the other person's hoarse and grinning expression, there was a deliberate exaggeration, looking at it unexpectedly that there were two cuteness, and the old -fashioned palm could not help laughing.

"You still know it hurts, you deserve to hide here and be lazy. A slicker like you should sharpen your temperament and sweep the floor obediently. Get to know it sooner or go back to practice." Say.He was in a good mood today, and he didn't care about it, so he rarely gave the other person a few words.

"No! I understand. Hey, Master, can I ask a question?" Someone who was very familiar with him leaned forward and asked.

"Come on!" The headmaster looked impatient, but still acquiesced to the other party's progress, perhaps because he was bored and wanted to find someone to talk to.

"There is so much momentum over there, but is there a noble person who wants a golden pill or a baby?" A Yao was very curious.He was born in a farm family and knew nothing about the world of self-cultivation. When he first arrived, he was curious about everything.

The supervisor glanced at the child's brand-new handyman clothes and the broom that was obviously newly assigned, and knew that this child should be a new handyman disciple who arrived on duty the day before yesterday.

"If you ask me about this, you should ask the right person." The originally impatient chief suddenly became quite energetic, as if he was very good at A Yao's topic.

Ah Yao hurriedly cheered up, wanting to hear interesting stories about the world of self-cultivation.

"There is indeed a Jindan over there. It has been from morning to now. I heard that it is the grandson of Zhenjun Lingxu." The head said.

"Zhenjun's grandson? Wow, that must be very powerful. I have never seen such a noble person in my life." Ah Yao sighed.

"Heh, what kind of noble person is that?" Unexpectedly, hearing Ah Yao's admiration, the director looked very disdainful.

"Eh?"

"If I want me to tell you that the so-called nobleman has been No. 20 and has been promoted to Jindan nine times so far, what would you think?" The director's eyes flickered, as if there was an indescribable meaning hidden in it.

Ah Yao looked at the master in amazement, with a curious light flashing in his eyes.

"That's why this nobleman failed in promotion 29 times?"

"Where? This grandson of True Monarch Lingxu is amazingly talented. He has successfully formed the elixir every time."

"That is how the matter?"

The manager waved to the young newcomer, motioning him to come forward, and someone ran over like a pug.

"That guy's gone, ahhaha, it's all gone. It's useless. What about the grandson of Daojun Yuanying? What about the talent? If you can't get promoted smoothly, you're just a waste! A waste!" The look in charge was very frantic, and his eyes were filled with countless delights, so scared that the young man couldn't help but take two steps back.

A Yao was holding a broom and staring blankly at the clouds that were about to dissipate in the distance, and the looming vision of Jindan, and he kept replaying the slightly crazy look of the master in his mind.

A gust of cold wind blew, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly picked up his broom and continued to clean the square, as if nothing had happened just now.

No matter what, life must go on.

The young man in the main peak sat upright, his pale face was neither happy nor sad, his scrawny metacarpal bones clenched his knees tightly, and the pale knuckles showed a tinge of blush with excessive force.

There was no spiritual power in him.

There was a barely audible sigh in the room.

(End of this chapter)