A week later, in the square of tianxingmen, ye Ziheng and several other tianxingmen disciples stood in the middle of the square, surrounded by a large number of tianxingmen disciples. They looked sad and sighed from time to time. Looking at Ye Heng and other people's eyes was like looking at several martyrs who never returned.

And ye Ziheng's disciples of tianxingmen were also in a state of grief, as if they were going to become martyrs.

Only ye Ziheng was alone. He looked at these guys calmly with no trace of sadness on his face.

For him, going to helianzhong is not a big deal. In the past, he will be beaten by the people of he lianzong? So what, the big deal is to call back, but can't it? That's simpler. It's better to go to the leader of he lianzong and complain to him directly. It's not pleasant to blackmail him a sum of medical expenses at that time.

Now ye Ziheng is really worried about only one problem, that is, when Qin Feng promised to give him a double reward.

After all, they waited for a while on the field, and then they saw the horizon in the distance. Qin Feng flew far away with his hands on his back, but he was somewhat handsome.

Finally, Qin Feng fell steadily in front of the crowd, looking at a few students who could not love, he coughed twice and said.

"It's just for you to communicate. It's not for you to die. How can you all cheer me up like a dead mother?"

Qin Feng said, but among the disciples, it is not a few people are listening, is still that pair of appearance.

"Palm, headmaster, I feel a little sick. Can I not go this time?"

At this time, a disciple suddenly stood up and said, his face looked a little pale, his face was hard, it seemed that he was really uncomfortable.

Qin Feng Leng for a moment, stretched out a hand to touch the disciple's forehead, and then injected a wisp of breath into his body.

Originally, Qin Feng thought that the disciple was just trying not to go to he lianzong, so he deliberately performed such a play. But when the breath returned to Qin Feng's body, Qin Feng couldn't help shivering all over.

"Cold poison, how to get it?"

Qin Feng looked at the disciple, his eyes on his body, waiting for his answer.

"When I went to the demon beast hall, I was bitten by the cold frost snake. I felt that I should be able to hold on to my high cultivation, so I didn't care much. As a result, I got sick today."

Qin Feng heard this, can't help but frown, was accidentally bitten by the frost snake? Don't you think you need to care about your accomplishments? If he remembers correctly, the frost snake in the demon beast hall seems to be a monster of the seventh level. How dare you, a warrior of the fifth grade state, dare to say that you don't care about your accomplishments! It's a lie to say that you are bitten by a cold frost snake and don't care about your accomplishments. It's true that you don't want to go to hezianzong to hold an exchange meeting.

Although his heart is like a mirror, but after all, the disciple is suffering from cold poison. The cold poison can not be cured in a month. Qin Feng has to accept his request and change people temporarily to prevent him from going to helianzhong.

Then Qin Feng took out the phone, ready to make a phone call to find someone to replace the disciple's position, but the phone had not been able to call out, and the other three disciples who wanted to go to hetianzong with ye Ziheng also came to Qin Feng Road.

"Master, we also need cold poison."

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