Fantasy: My skills are all passive

After losing the start, everyone in the medicine department looked helpless. The key point was that no clues of Yao Cangsheng's murder had been found, and the whole atmosphere was oppressive and gloomy.

Fan Jian looked at the sad faces of the people in the Ministry of Medicine, and he was very anxious, "Master Chidan, brothers and sisters, I have found out the truth, but I can't tell you now, you just have to bear it for a while!"

Fan Jian thought to himself.

"In the second round, Yao Renren, the northern medicine envoy of the Ministry of Medicine, will face Wenhui, the northern plague envoy of the Ministry of Plague!"

Time waits for no one, and before everyone has recovered from the last round of reflection, the second round of the medicine fight meeting has already begun.

"Master, I will definitely win this round, please rest assured!" Yao Minren said confidently while looking at Chidan Lingshenjun before he came to the stage.

Chidan Lingshenjun nodded slightly.

"Senior Sister, what do you think will happen in this round? Can Brother Yao Minren win? If we lose another round, will we lose completely?" Fan Jian never speaks out of his head.

After listening to Yao Yi one by one, he rolled his eyes at him vigorously, "You really can't talk, you kid, if you let the master hear it, you should be punished again!"

Fan Jian scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother, Junior Brother Yao Benren won't lose?" Yao Yiyi looked at Fan Jian's stupid look and said with a smile.

"I won't lose? Sister, how can you be so sure!" Fan Jian was even more puzzled.

"Of course I am sure, because Yao Xiren is the one with the strongest medicine refining ability among the few of us, and also the one who has the most thorough research on toxins. His medicine refining ability is close to that of Master. How could a little northern plague messenger win?" Where is Junior Brother Yao Minren!"

Yao Yi said with a laugh.

"..." Fan Jian was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Yao Minren to be so powerful in refining medicine.

"Then why didn't senior brother Yao Benren play against each other first? That wouldn't be a sure win in the first round?" Fan Jian looked at Yao Yiyi and continued to ask.

"What's the point of winning the first round? Don't forget that the medicine fight tournament is a best-of-three round, as long as you win two rounds first, it's all right, and Junior Yao Tianren is also very strong!"

"If the Ministry of Plague hadn't used last year's poison, which created a lot of psychological pressure on the celestial brother, it's hard to say who will win the first round!"

"Also, Junior Yao Tianren's senses are more sensitive and he can better analyze the toxicity, so it is the best choice for him to test the water in the first round!"

Yao Yi took the trouble to explain to Fan Jian.

"So that's the case!" Fan Jianmao nodded suddenly.

Sure enough, Yao Renren on the field was very calm and composed, and he was not afraid of the poison pill that Wen Hui used.

"Junior brother Yao Benren, you have worked hard!" Yao Yiyi said as he handed Yao Benren a bottle of water.

Yao Ben smiled and shook his head.

"In the second round, Yakube wins! Intermission, we will play the final round of the Yakubu tournament later!"

"Yi Yi, the next round is the decisive round, you must be careful, the Ministry of Plague will definitely do whatever it takes to win!" Chi Dan Ling Shenjun looked at Yao Yi Yi and explained.

"Don't worry, Master, it's not that easy for the Ministry of Plague to win against my Yao Yi!" Yao Yi said confidently.

Chidan Lingshenjun nodded, "Don't be careless, there is still the last round, we must find a way to find the flaws of the Ministry of Plague, we must find out the truth, otherwise this medicine fight conference will be meaningless to us Already!"

When Yao Yiyi heard this, his face suddenly became solemn, "I know, Master, if the Ministry of Plague has really done something, I will definitely make them pay in blood!"

"Master Chidan, let me take part in the third round for Senior Sister Yaoyi?" Fan Jian said suddenly, looking at Chidan Lingshenjun.

"You? No, no, no, this last round is not a joke. The Ministry of Plague will definitely send the strongest people to fight. I don't know what's going on with your poison immunity. It's too risky!"

"Besides, you don't have the experience of participating in the medicine fight conference. This last round seems to be just a competition, but I need to complete and investigate a lot of things for me one by one. You just stay by the side and be obedient!"

Fan Jian wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Yao Yiyi, "Junior brother, I appreciate your kindness, but I must do some things myself!"

At this moment, the thick male voice sounded again.

"The rest is over, and the third round begins. The Ministry of Medicine's Western Medicine envoy will face the Ministry of Plague's Western Plague Messenger, Wen Lin!"

Yao Yiyi looked at Chidan Lingshenjun and nodded, then resolutely walked towards the arena.

When he heard that he was facing Wenlin, Yao Yiyi was a little confused, because according to the usual style of the Ministry of Plague, if it was the final round of the final round, Wenxin, the northern plague envoy, would definitely be sent on the field, because of his poison refining ability. The most capable.

Unexpectedly, what I am facing now is Wenlin, who ranks the worst in poison refining ability among the plague envoys in the four directions!
"What the hell is the Ministry of Plague doing? Did it release water on purpose?" Yao Yiyi thought to himself.

I saw that Bunlin suddenly smiled wretchedly, rubbed his hands together and said, "Junior Sister Yaoyi, are you wondering why I, Bunlin, came to fight you?"

"Don't worry, I can tell you right now!"

"You know that my ability to refine poison is the worst among the plague envoys, so I don't have an advantage against you, but our plague department has no intention of winning this year's medicine fighting conference at all!"

"What?" Yao Yiyi's eyes widened in shock. The Ministry of Plague always valued winning and losing, and God Lu Yue of Plague Du is a person with a strong desire to win. How could he give up the game on purpose?

"Don't believe it, that's the truth. Our Plague Department also knows what the purpose of your Medicine Department's participation in this Medicine Fight Conference is? But how can you allow your private investigation into the incident that Qingting has already characterized!"

"But considering that you lost a general in the last medicine fight meeting, for such a pitiful sake, our plague department will put water this time and deliberately let you win the last time!"

After finishing speaking, Wenlin burst out laughing, and the whole venue was in an uproar, and the Chidan Lingshenjun was even more angry with blue veins on his forehead!

"But the ugly words are up front. It's not so easy to beat me, Bunlin. You know, although my poison refining ability is the worst among the brothers, I am good at refining spiritual toxoids, that is, drug addiction! "

"Think about it, if I concoct a drug with strong medicinal properties specifically for you, how will you, a girl, deal with it?"