Fantasy: All my skills are passive

After a failed start, everyone in the Yao Department was at a loss. The key was that no trace of Yao Cangsheng's murder had been found, and the entire atmosphere was depressing and gloomy.

Fan Jian looked at the frowning faces of everyone in the Medicine Department and felt anxious in his heart, "Master Chidan, brothers and sisters, I have found out the truth, but I can't tell you yet, so just bear with it for a while!"

Fan Jian thought secretly in his heart.

"In the second round, Yao Mingren, the northern medicine user of the Yao Department, faced off against Wen Hui, the northern plague agent of the Plague Department!"

Time waits for no one, and before everyone has recovered from the reflections of the previous round, the second round of the Medicine Fighting Conference has already begun.

"Master, I will definitely win this round, don't worry!" Yao Minren said confidently as he looked at the Red Pill Spirit Lord before he came on stage.

The Red Pill Spirit God Lord nodded slightly.

"Senior sister, what do you think this round will be like? Can Senior Brother Yao Minren win? If we lose one more round, will we lose it completely?" Fan Jian never spoke clearly.

Yao listened one by one and rolled his eyes at him, "You kid really can't speak. If Master hears it, I'll punish you again!"

Fan Jian scratched his head in embarrassment.

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

"You won't lose? Senior sister, how can you be so sure!" Fan Jian became even more confused.

"Of course I'm sure, because Yao Mianren is the one with the strongest medicine refining ability among us, and he is also the one with the most thorough research on toxins. His medicine refining ability is close to that of the master. How could a small northern plague messenger win? Where is Junior Brother Yao Mianren!"

Yao Yiyi laughed and said.

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

"Then why didn't Senior Brother Yao Minren be the first to face off? That would have ensured victory 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 Fighting Tournament is a best-of-three round system. You only need to win two rounds first. And Junior Brother Yaotianren is also very strong!"

"If the plague department hadn't used last year's poison, which put a lot of psychological pressure on Junior Brother Shitianren, it's hard to say who would lose and who would win in the first round!"

"Also, Junior Brother Yaotianren's senses are relatively sensitive and can better analyze toxicity, so letting him test the water in the first round is the best choice!"

Yao Yiyi took the trouble to explain to Fan Jian.

"So that's it!" Fan Jian nodded suddenly.

As expected, the Yao Mi people on the field were very calm and composed, and were not afraid of the poison pills used by Wen Hui. They detoxified themselves in three strokes, five divided by two, and returned to the competition stage of the Medicine Department with a satisfied look on their faces.

"Junior brother Yao Minren, thank you for your hard work!" Yao Yi said as he handed a bottle of water to Yao Minren one by one.

Yao Minren smiled and shook his head.

"In the second round, Yabu wins! After halftime, the final round of the medicine fighting competition will begin later!"

"Yiyi, the next round is the decisive round, you must be careful, the Plague Department will do whatever it takes to win!" Red Pill Spirit God Lord looked at Yao Yiyi and explained.

"Don't worry, Master, it's not that easy for them to defeat me, Yao Yiyi!" Yao Yiyi said confidently.

Red Pill Spirit God Lord nodded, "Don't be careless, there is still the last round, we must find ways to find flaws in the plague department, we must find out the truth, otherwise this Medicine Fighting Conference will be meaningless to us "

When Yao Yiyi heard this, his face suddenly became serious, "I understand, Master, if the Plague Department really did something, I will definitely let them pay with blood!"

"Master Chidan, would you like me to participate in the third round of the competition on behalf of Senior Sister Yaoyi?" Fan Jian looked at the Lord Chidan Spirit and suddenly said.

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

"And you have no experience in participating in medicine fighting competitions. 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, so just stay there and stay there!"

Fan Jian wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Yao Yiyi, "Junior brother, I appreciate your kindness, but there are some things that must be completed by me personally!"

At this moment, the rich male voice sounded again.

"The break is over and the third round begins. The Western Medicine Envoys from the Medicine Department will face off against the Western Plague Envoy Weilin from the Plague Department one by one!"

Yao Yiyi looked at the Red Pill Spirit God Lord and nodded, then walked resolutely 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 Plague Department, if it was the final round of the decisive game, the Northern Plague Messenger Wenxin would definitely be sent to play because of his poison refining ability. The strongest ability.

Unexpectedly, what he was facing now was Wenlin, the one with the worst poison-refining ability among the plague messengers from all over the world!

"What the hell is the Ministry of Plague doing? Are they deliberately letting things go?" Yao Yiyi thought to himself.

I saw that Wenlin suddenly smiled obscenely, rubbed his hands continuously and said, "Junior sister Yaoyi, are you wondering why I, Wenlin, came to fight with you?"

"No need to wonder, I can tell you now!"

"You know that my poison refining ability is the worst among the Plague Messengers, so I won't have an advantage against you, but our Plague Department has no intention of winning this medicine fighting conference this time!"

"What?" Yao Yiyi's eyes widened in shock. Wenbu has always valued winning and losing, and Wendu Lu Yue Shenjun is a person who has a strong desire to win. How could he give up the game on purpose?

"Don't believe it. This is the truth. Our Plague Department also knows the purpose of your Medicine Department's participation in this Medicine Fighting Conference? But how can you allow your private investigation of an incident that has been determined by Qingting?"

"But seeing how pitiful you were in losing a general in the last Medicine Fighting Conference, we, the Plague Department, will let you down this time and let you win on purpose!"

After saying that, Wen Lin burst out laughing, and the entire venue was in an uproar. The Red Pill Spirit God Lord was so angry that veins popped out on his forehead!

"But the ugly talk is ahead. It is not easy to defeat me, Wen Lin. You know, although my ability to refine poison is the worst among my brothers, I am good at refining mental toxins, that is, poisons! "

"Think about it, if I refined a powerful drug specifically for you, how would you, a girl, face it?"