The disciple of Xuanyougu looked confused. What he was struggling with was not what color to choose, but whether to drink or not.

  Yu Qingqian saw the timidity in the other's heart, and asked with a half-smile, "Is it so difficult for senior brother to choose a color?"

   "Junior Sister, can I ask a question first?" The disciple couldn't help but speak.

  Yu Qing nodded lightly and smiled: "Do you want to ask me if I can detoxify?"

   The disciple showed surprise, "How did you know?"

   "I guessed it." Yu Qingqian paused and said, "You can choose any one of these five bottles of poison. If you can't solve the poison yourself, I can instantly remove it for you."

  The disciple immediately sighed in relief when he heard what she said.

   "However, detoxification is not within the scope of our discussions, so according to the rules of your Xuanyougu, if you can't detoxify my toxin, and you want to ask me to do it after being poisoned, then you will have to pay a lot of money."

  Yu Qingqian added with a smile, "But brother, your belongings seem to be wagered. Are you sure you still have something of equal value or spiritual essence as a reward?"

   These words made the disciple's mood that was slightly better instantly hit rock bottom.

yes! His entire fortune had been staked, and he seemed to have nothing now.

Yu Qingqian didn't care about the other party's mood, he said in his alms-giving tone before: "Senior brother, you really don't need to gamble anymore when you are so poor, otherwise you will have to borrow money to detoxify. I will also give you a chance to go back on it. , if you don't want to take this poison, just use this battle to admit defeat."

   The slap was loud, and everyone seemed to hear the sound of "pop".

After the disciple Xuanyougu said that before, Yu Qingqian resolutely chose to take the poison. If he backed away at this time, not only would his own face be trampled into the mud, but even Xuanyougu's face would be lost. .

   After all, the Great Demon King is now a disciple of the Guiyuan Sect of the Right Way. You, a disciple of Xuanyougu, are completely defeated in playing poison, and you don't even have the courage to drink poison. That's not a man.

   That disciple could hear that Yu Qingqian’s words were actually forcing him and countering his previous calculations.

   He found that the eyes of his classmates in the surrounding Xuanyougu were very explicit, as if they were looking at rubbish. For the first time in his heart, he experienced a torture worse than death.

   He took a deep breath, didn't say anything more, walked directly to the table, picked up the ice-blue bottle of potion, opened the lid and drank it.

   He is an ice-type spiritual planter himself, and he has studied the ice-type toxin that Yu Qingqian drinks before, so he chooses one who is good at solving it.

   After drinking the poison, he immediately took out the most powerful antidote and took it, and guided his spiritual power to repel the liquid that had fallen into his stomach.

   But in just a moment, he realized that it was useless. Not only was the antidote he prepared useless, but every time his spiritual power acted on the blue liquid in his abdomen, it would trigger the volatilization of toxins.

   Soon the blue liquid turned into strands of blue poisonous gas that spread along his internal organs and the meridians of his limbs.

   A feeling of ice numbness swept through his body. In just two breaths, his blood seemed to be frozen, and his entire body could not move.

   He found that he could open his mouth, hear the sounds and movements around him, open and close his eyes and see, but he could not use his body, spiritual power, and spiritual power, as if it were not his own.