The contest between the two heroes at the peak of the powerhouse is not as blindly entangled as Yamano Village.

Although the two sides have not yet decided the winner, after many offensive and defensive transitions, they already know each other.

Xiahou Shan has always been more conceited, and among the younger generation, except for Yichen, he has never convinced anyone, even Meng Jianwen.

However, this was Xiahou Mountain's idea at the beginning, and now it is a little shaken.

No matter how he urged the offensive, even if he gave full play to the Xuanruo Palm, the top-grade combat technique of the Xuan Rank, he still couldn't help Meng Jianwen.

Not only that, Xiahou Shan also found out that the fierceness of the battle was only an appearance, and in fact, Meng Jianwen did not fully display his strength at all.

Even so, he still couldn't get a bargain, and he was even passive everywhere, but the other party saved some face for himself, so he didn't resort to tougher means.

While Xiahou Shan felt a trace of gratitude to Meng Jianwen in his heart, he was still thinking about another question.

With the strength of Dream Sword Wen, if you want to deal with the disciples of Xuantian Sect, it seems that there is no need to use the most inferior poisoning methods.

Even if you fight yourself, it's not an aggressive killer, but like a conversation between friends, more often than not.

In this way, maybe the poisoner is someone else, at least it can be basically determined that it is not Meng Jianwen.

Therefore, when Wang Feng asked, Xiahou Mountain did not allow the disciples of Xuantian Sect to work together to besiege Meng Jianwen.

"Brother Xiahou, I have a total of two water bladders, and because my brother was accidental, I placed them in this small tent. ”

Meng Jianwen pointed with his finger, the 'tent' that was supported by weapons and then hung with a few clothes, and said to Xiahou Mountain:

"Because the temperature of the sand on the ground was extremely high, I was afraid of burning my brother, so I used water to cool him down every once in a while. Before you came, I just ran out of a water bladder. ”

After speaking, Meng Jianwen picked up the empty leather bag from the ground and threw it towards Xiahou Mountain.

After learning that Xiahou Shan and the others were disciples of Xuantian Sect, Meng Jianwen relaxed his mood instead.

Although he lived in the Sartre Kingdom all the year round and had no contact with Xuantian Sect, the name of Xuantian Sect was famous in the entire Tianluo Continent.

For thousands of years, the Xuanmen Sect has never bullied others, supported justice, punished evil and promoted good, and won the hearts of the people.

Although in recent years, You** has a tendency to catch up, vaguely surpassing Xuantian Sect in terms of strength, and becoming the number one sect in the Tianluo Continent.

But in the eyes of the common people, the status of Xuantian Sect is unshakable, and there are even many people who hope that one day, Xuantian Sect can represent the decency of the rivers and lakes and eradicate the ghostly.

Facing Xiahou Mountain, the core disciple of Xuantian Sect, Meng Jianwen calmly explained the actual situation and the inventory, and gave the empty skin bag to Xiahou Mountain for inspection.

"Don't look at it, Xiahou Shan believes that General Meng is by no means a despicable villain who poisoned him. ”

Contrary to Meng Jianwen's expectations, Xiahou Shan took the skin and didn't even look at it, so he threw it aside.

Xiahou Shan understood that if Meng Jianwen was really the enemy of Xuantian Sect, he was in the void just now, he should have killed himself before Wang Feng and the others formed an effective attack.

And now, Meng Jianwen took the initiative to fall to the ground, almost falling into the siege of the disciples of the Xuantian Sect, but he still looked calm and did not panic at all.

Based on this alone, Xiahou Shan could conclude that Meng Jianwen was not the one who poisoned him.

"Thank you, Brother Xiahou, but the water I gave you was poured out of this skin. ”

Meng Jianwen hugged his fist at Xiahou Mountain, and then picked up another leather bag from the side of the 'tent' and shook it:

"I didn't give it all to you before, so I left some for my brothers to cool down, and since the four brothers were poisoned by it, I drank the rest of the water to show my innocence. ”

Unscrewed the lid, tilted his head, and drank violently.

"General Meng's words are serious...... Xiahou Shan didn't expect that Meng Jianwen would prove his innocence in this way.

If you deliberately poison yourself, you can take the antidote first, and even if you drink poisonous water, you will not have symptoms of poisoning.

In fact, in this way, there is no way to prove Meng Jianwen's innocence.

Xiahou Mountain wanted to stop it, but it was too late, but in a few breaths, Meng Jianwen had already drunk several catties of water in his skin.

"Brother Xiahou, I, Meng Jianwen, am willing to make a friend of yours, which can be regarded as my sincerity...... Meaning ......"

Ignoring Xiahou Mountain's resistance, Meng Jianwen drank half a stomach of water to show his innocence and expressed his desire to make friends with Xiahou Mountain.

However, before Meng Jianwen could finish speaking, the skin bag in his hand fell to the sand grains on the ground, and in the inclined skin bag, clear water gushed out, and was quickly absorbed by the sand grains.

As for the Dream Sword Writer himself, he staggered and moved a few steps, and finally collapsed due to unsteady standing.

When he fell to the ground, Meng Jianwen's hand pointed to the 'tent', his mouth was temporal, and his voice was very soft, but Xiahou Shan heard it clearly: "Please don't hurt my brother......"

"General Meng, you—" This result surprised the Xuantian Sect disciples present.

Although Xiahou Shan believed in Meng Jianwen, there were also many disciples of Xuantian Sect, and there was still a trace of doubt in their hearts, after all, this water was given by Meng Jianwen on his own initiative, even if he was not poisoned, this matter had nothing to do with him.

Especially when Meng Jianwen raised his head to drink water, some people thought that this was just a gesture of three hundred taels of silver in this place.

However, the sudden fall of Meng Jianwen changed the views of all Xuantian Sect disciples:

- Dream Jianwen is definitely not a poisoner!

No one would be stupid enough to poison themselves by themselves, and the poisoning was serious, although Meng Jianwen forcibly instigated the war qi to force the poisonous gas out, but with little effect.

The toxicity in the water is not even something that can be controlled by the battle qi of the peak powerhouse of the battle commander, Meng Jianwen struggled for a short time, and still fell into a coma.

Meng Jianwen was poisoned and fell to the ground, but he cleared his suspicions, but Xiahou Shan was stunned by the changes in front of him.

The object of suspicion became a victim, and because Meng Jianwen drank more water than the four Xuantian Sect disciples, the poisoning symptoms were obviously much more serious.

Xiahou Shan has already tried, and he has no cure for such a toxicity of unknown origin.

Whether it is Meng Jianwen or the four junior disciples, they are all angry at the moment, and life and death are unpredictable.

The vast desert is deserted, and except for some martial arts cultivators who participated in the Xinge Murderous Qi Training Ground, almost no one has set foot in it, and it is extremely difficult to find a healer.

"Wang Feng, you and everyone together, and then guard the four junior disciples and General Meng, Totti, you take a few junior disciples to find a water source, I will set off immediately to see if I can find a healer. ”

Xiahou Shan took out a piece of messenger jade, made a brief report to Xuantian Sect about the situation here, and then assigned tasks to the junior disciples.

In the desert, there are many crises, no one knows what they will encounter, and reasonable distribution will help everyone's safety.

"Senior Brother Xiahou, I'll go with you. Just as Xiahou Mountain was about to leave, a crisp voice sounded in the crowd.

"Senior Sister Qiuyun, you and the junior brothers, I will rush back as soon as possible. ”

Xiahou Shan smiled at the only girl in this group of Xuantian Sect disciples, his tone was gentle, but his attitude was resolute.

"You're alone...... Not necessarily convenient. Qiu Yun said softly, but she couldn't hide her worried look.

"Look, it's a big lake!"

Just as Xiahou Shan and Qiu Yun were talking, a disciple suddenly shouted excitedly.

"The Great Lake?"

When everyone heard this, they all looked in the direction of the disciple's finger.

Sure enough, in the vast desert, a large lake suddenly appeared, rippling blue waves, and a pool of blue water was stored in it.

In this desolate gray Singo Desert, the great lake is like a pearl, embedded somewhere in the desert.

Everyone suddenly felt a touch of coolness, as if the breeze gently swept across the lake, turning the cool and delicious clear water into a cool mist and blowing into everyone's hearts.

Visually, the Great Lake is not far from here, and according to Totti's cultivation strength, he should be able to reach the location of the Great Lake within an hour.

If it goes well, after two to three hours, these hungry and thirsty Xuantian Sect disciples will be able to enjoy the moisture of the clear water to their heart's content.

All the martial cultivators who have entered the Singo Desert to experience all know the importance of water, and water is even more precious than the treasures of heaven and earth.

A person, especially a martial cultivator who has reached a certain level of cultivation, will consume a lot of physical strength if he does not eat for ten days and half a month, and his strength will also drop a lot, and he will generally not die.

However, once there is a shortage of water, as long as you do not reach the level of a strong warrior of the Battle King, you can generally only last for five to seven days, and even if there is more other food, you will not be able to sustain your life.

The four Xuantian Sect disciples collapsed due to the lack of water, which made Meng Jianwen feel compassion and generously donated water, but caused a storm.

"Quick, let's go drink water......"

One figure after another swept past the disciples of the Xuantian Sect.

Some martial cultivators who entered the Xinge Desert to experience also saw the big lake in the desert, and no one instructed them at all, so they all used their own means and rushed towards the direction of the big lake at the fastest speed.

"Senior Brother Xiahou, you wait a while, I'll go get water. Facing the big lake, Totti was extremely excited, beckoning a few brothers around him to collect all the water bladders.

The other Xuantian Sect disciples also stared at the big lake in the desert, and couldn't help but stick out their tongues, Tian Tian's lips that were cracked by dryness.

Even Xiahou Mountain was shocked by this sudden surprise, with water, the disciples of Xuantian Sect no longer had to endure torture, and they were more confident in completing the next task.

"Totti, let's go!" Xiahou Shan waved his hand excitedly and gave an order to Totti.

"Wait!"

Just as Totti was getting ready to go, from the 'tent' set up by Meng Jianwen, there was a suffocation.

"Who?"

Xiahou Shan was startled and asked in a lost voice.