Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 794 He Was Unintentional
Wenren Chuchen and the others couldn't care less about them. Looking at Ying Tianchen who was slapped on the chest by Duan Shaoxian, his body trembled violently, as if he fell into an abyss in an instant.

"Senior Brother Tianchen." Jiang Ziyun let out a mournful cry, with a hint of tears in his voice.

"Plop!" On the stage, a figure fell straight to the ground, stirring up another cloud of dust.

"We won, we won, and the Young Sect Master won." The Xuanji Immortal Sect disciples on the opposite side jumped up at the same time, giving out long-awaited cheers.

After losing two games in a row, they finally won one game and finally regained their own honor and dignity.

They cheered and jumped for joy, and some even shed tears of joy.

"In this competition, the Supreme Dao Sect, Ying Tianchen wins!" Suddenly, the voice of Qi Zhongyu sounded from the stage, more excited than them.

What, Ying Tianchen wins, is this old man dazzled?Everyone in Xuanji Immortal Sect stopped cheering at the same time, looked up the stage suspiciously, and then they were stunned.

Qi Zhongyu was not dazzled, the one who fell on the stage was really not Ying Tianchen, but their young sect master, Duan Shaoxian.

How is this possible, Ying Tianchen was half a beat late in his poison technique and failed to make a move, Duan Shaoxian's palm hit him in the chest, but why was Duan Shaoxian the one who fell on the ground?They rubbed their eyes desperately.

All around, other Immortal disciples and Confucian disciples in the audience also rubbed their eyes.

But even if they rubbed their eyes red, the result did not change, it was still Duan Shaoxian who fell on the stage, not Ying Tianchen.

"It doesn't make sense, how could this be?"

"It doesn't make sense, no matter how you say it, it doesn't make sense." Even Jiang Ziyun and Chen Chaofeng murmured to themselves with expressions of disbelief.

"Hey, hey." Wen Ruyu pouted and looked at Su Zimo, with the same blank gaze.

On the stage, Ying Tianchen suddenly shook a few times, then fell limply to the ground.

"Tianchen!" The crowd woke up with a start, before they had time to think, they flew onto the stage and supported him at the same time.

"Senior Sister Qingli, hurry up and see if Brother Tianchen is okay!" Jiang Ziyun urged Ying Tianchen, whose body was limp as mud, with one hand, and wiped his eyes with the other.

"It's nothing to look at, he's been poisoned." Lu Qingli only glanced at it, and said firmly.

"What, poisoning!" Everyone around was stunned.

Wenren Chuchen and the others looked at Ying Tianchen carefully, and sure enough, a layer of green air slowly appeared on his face, which was just like poisoning.

But he is a poison cultivator himself, how could he be poisoned?Besides, Duan Shaoxian is obviously a real art practitioner, so what can he use to poison him?
Subconsciously, they looked at Duan Shaoxian again, only to see Master Duan lying stiffly on the ground, not only the pig's head-like face was glowing green, but even the scalp became glossy green, and two lines of tears were running down his cheeks Rolling and dripping.

"What the hell is going on here? Why are the two of them poisoned like this?" Jiang Ziyun held his head and pulled his hair frantically.

The scene in front of her was obviously beyond her IQ range.

On the contrary, Wenren Chuchen and the others looked at each other with strange expressions.

"I see, Ying Tianchen poured the poison on himself this time!" Noticing Ying Tianchen's face gradually turning green, an elder from the immortal sect in the audience also thought of something, slapped his head and said .

"It's no wonder why there was no movement when he finished playing the poison art. Duan Shaoxian obviously succeeded, but fell to the ground first. So that's why." The others finally came to their senses.

"Good scheming, good means. He knows that he is definitely not Duan Shaoxian's enemy. He will definitely lose if he delays, and there is no chance of winning if he confronts him head-on, so he simply put the poison on himself, so as to hurt both sides!" In the auditorium , a Confucian disciple also said admiringly.

"Although it hurt both sides, he won this match after all." The elder of the Confucianism Sect next to him corrected.

"Yeah, he won after all, and he defeated the early stage of the Zifu with his cultivation at the late stage of Jindan." Everyone sighed in unison, looking at Ying Tianchen's young and slightly thin figure, there was a little more admiration in his eyes .

"What a ruthless poison technique, what a ruthless method, how ruthless you are to others, and even more ruthless to yourself!" As for those young Xianmen disciples, apart from admiration, there was more fear in their eyes.

Defeating the early stage of Zifu with the late stage of Jindan, who else in this world can do it except the poisonous cultivator?
It turned out that a qualified poison repairer was so terrifying.You must remember, you must remember that if you encounter a poisonous cultivator in the future, you must not offend him, it is best to stay away and hide as far away as possible.

Ying Tianchen didn't know that as he became famous in the first battle, the reputation of the cultivator group of poisonous cultivators also rose. For a long time in the future, it became a representative word for ruthless people, and it also became a symbol that made other cultivators stay away. terrible existence.

While others were talking about it, Chen Chaofeng took out the detoxification pill from Ying Tianchen's body and gave it to him—he had already been familiar with the detoxification pill after being poisoned several times.

Lu Qingli also checked Ying Tianchen's injuries, and after making sure that there was nothing serious, he took out a few healing elixirs and fed them into his mouth.

The greenness on his face gradually faded, but Ying Tianchen's eyes were still a little dazed, and his feet were not stable. Everyone helped him to walk down the stage.

On the other side, six or seven Xuanji Immortal Sect disciples also jumped onto the Dao Discussion Platform and carried Duan Shaoxian down.

Although Duan Shaoxian's poisoning was not serious, there was obviously no danger of his life, and with the help of Ji Qiuhong, the head of the Immortal Sect, they had nothing to worry about.

"Senior Brother Tianchen..." Jiang Ziyun supported Ying Tianchen to sit down, looked at his tired and still somewhat empty gaze, and wiped his eyes again.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Tianchen's injury is not too serious, and he has a body of alchemy, and he can recover within a few days of cultivation." Lu Qingli comforted her softly, holding her shoulder.

"Senior Sister Qingli, I'm not worried, but moved. In order to win this match, Senior Brother Tianchen was willing to put himself in danger and deliberately poured poison on himself.

In the next competition, I must go all out, at all costs, regardless of any means, I must win, I must win! "Jiang Ziyun raised his head and said with absolute determination.

The little girl who jumped out of Feiyang seemed to have grown up by several years all of a sudden.

"Ziyun, are you sure Brother Tianchen did it on purpose?" Seeing Jiang Ziyun's high fighting spirit, Lu Qingli didn't want to pour cold water on it at first, but when he heard the words "no means whatsoever", he still couldn't help reminding him.

Growing up is a good thing, but if the three views are not correct in the future due to misunderstanding, it is not good.

"I actually lost my mind." Next to him, Ying Tianchen covered his face and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito.

As a poison cultivator, the poison actually fell on him. Is there anything more embarrassing than this in the world?

"Uh..." Jiang Ziyun blinked, unable to be moved anymore.

(End of this chapter)