There was silence in the audience.

Everyone stared at the square-faced man with a look of surprise on their faces.

After all, everyone remembers the appearance of the square-faced man just now.

Not only is he slow to react, he is slow to speak, and he doesn't know the pain when he goes down

But now, it's normal?!

It's the square-faced man himself, who is a little confused at this time.

He looked at his hand repeatedly, and in the next second, he suddenly exclaimed, "Ouch, it hurts!" Blood? How can there be blood? Who harmed me? Who made me hurt so much?"

The square-faced man shouted.

But the more he shouted, the more surprised everyone became, and Yan Qingyu on the other side was already wide-eyed and stunned at this moment.

The gods are drunk, but they are solved?

No, it can't be!

There is no antidote to the immortal drunkenness, what is this yellow-haired girl

As the Emperor of Rank Medicine and the one who poisoned him, Yan Qingyu knew it best in his heart. Otherwise, he wouldn't have poisoned in public here, as a result

For the first time, Yan Qingyu panicked inexplicably.

But in the blink of an eye, Yan Qingyu calmed down, and then said coldly:

"This can only show that the old man did not succeed in detoxification, but it does not mean that you won."

Mo Fengwu glanced at him, but didn't say anything.

Then he turned around and sat down on the chair, and at this moment, the sandalwood that had been lit earlier had just burned out.

There was silence on the field.

At this time, the old man who had been standing next to him came back to his senses, coughed lightly, and said in a loud voice:

"When the half-time limit is up, the Mo family wins."

As he spoke, the presiding old man looked left and right, and the temple guards acting as assistants behind him took away the square-faced man who was still screaming at the same time. Then he said:

"Go on for half a time, a stick of incense, time."

The moment the sound fell, a guard lit a piece of sandalwood again, and the timer began.

The audience fell silent again.

At this time, Yan Qingyu had a cold face, first glanced at Mo Fengwu, and then said to the long-faced man:

"Come here."

The long-faced man is the poison under Yan Qingyu, which made Mo Fengwu dissolve.

Moreover, compared to the young Killer Demon King Mo Fengwu, he obviously believed in Yan Qingyu, who had the title of Rank Medicine Emperor.

Therefore, it stands to reason that Yan Qingyu let him go over at this time, and he should be very happy.

But after what happened just now, at this moment, the long-faced man felt inexplicably frightened.

So when he heard this, the long-faced man not only didn't come forward, but instead took a step towards Mo Fengwu. Some of the faces were long, revealing a clear hint of timidity and fear at the same time.

Yan Qingyu's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Old decay asked you to come over! How? Don't believe in decay? ”

"Uh, no, it's not"

The long-faced man said stiffly, then moved his steps and slowly came to Yan Qingyu.

It was still quiet when suddenly a drop of rain fell from the sky.

Yan Qingyu's expression did not move, and then he reached out and began to check the pulse of the long-faced man, and then slowly closed his eyes.

One breath, two breaths

Scattered raindrops fell one after another, and slowly became a little bigger.

But no one left the audience, and at this time, his eyes widened, staring at the stage for a moment, not for a moment.

In this way, in the blink of an eye, the time of half a pillar of incense passed.

Yan Qingyu still didn't move.

There was a commotion in the audience.

But Mo Fengwu was full of patience. Then, when there was less than a quarter of sandalwood left, Yan Qingyu opened his eyes suddenly, and at the same time let go of his hand and looked at Mo Fengwu and said:

"Mo Xiaoyou, do you think you won?"

Mo Fengwu raised his eyebrows: