Nan Chen didn't say anything, but his angry eyes made Nan Chen's body tremble.

He hated that he hated that he was too slow to take action.

Otherwise, Shi Xiaojian would not have been allowed to survive.

Shi Jian is holding Shi Xiaojian right now.

Shi Xiaojian finally breathed a sigh of relief after the disaster.

But before I could speak, my eyes rolled and my whole body began to tremble.

Shi Jian looked frightened when he saw this scene.

You can see the iron needle on his chest.

Frightened to the point of being possessed:

"Do, poison needle. Xiao, Xiaojian, Xiaojian hold on..."

While speaking, he slapped Shi Xiaojian's chest with a palm and pushed out the poisonous needle.

At the same time, true qi is injected to close the acupoints and prevent toxins from flowing into the heart meridians.

At the same time, shouting at Maoshan:

"Get the life-extending pill!"

Nan Chen also saw this scene and raised his eyebrows slightly. It turned out that the iron needle was poisonous.

The spectator below was in a panic.

Although this game is short.

But he is extremely passionate, wonderful, and constantly reversing.

"Ah! So wonderful!"

"Nanchen is so strong."

"Shi Xiaojian deserves it, and he was poisoned by his own poisonous needle."

"What a pity! Shi Jian didn't take the last sword, Shi Xiaojian had already landed on the ground."

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In a blink of an eye, the Maoshan disciples sent a pill.

Shi Jian convinced Shi Xiaojian and turned around and looked at Nanchen fiercely:

"My disciple has a short and long life. I will definitely destroy your soul."

After saying that, he hugged Shi Xiaojian and ran outside the martial arts field.

A large group of Maoshan disciples stood up one after another and ran out with Shi Jian.

The martial arts performance venue was full of discussions, and the heads of various factions were also talking about it.

However, there was no surprise.

The main reason is that there are basically every smoke conference.

First of all, each faction has more or less hatred in private.

Plus the prizes are generous.

It is very normal for a life-and-death battle in the martial arts field.

Nanchen could only stare at Shi Xiaojian and leave.

This will come back again.

Seeing that Uncle Jiu had stopped injecting true energy into Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Sheng's face is not very good-looking.

"Master, how are you doing with your senior brother?"

Nanchen took a few steps forward and came to the edge of the ring.

Uncle Jiu shook his head:

"It's not very good, but if there are those nine-cold nine-leaf clovers, they will definitely cure Qiu Sheng."

Hearing this, Nanchen's heart moved.

He looked up suddenly and looked at the front desk, and the winner was closely guarded.

By the way, Elder Yunkong said it before.

Nine Cold and Nine Leaf Crocodile is a holy medicine for healing.

With that thing, Qiu Sheng will definitely be cured.
Chapter completed!