"City Lord Liang, I think you seem to be in poor health. Why don't you take a rest first?" Zhuo Weiran said in a pretentious manner. Anyway, he will definitely win this time, and he doesn't mind showing off in a high profile.
"No need." Liang Yunru walked towards the competition stage with a calm expression and her feet became unusually steady.
But the more this happened, the more Zhuo Weiran felt that she was faking it, and the look of pride on her face became stronger.
Soon, the two of them walked onto the stage. People in Jinganyuan have long lifespans, and most people are familiar with this century-old battle, so there is no need to say anything more, everyone knows its meaning.
"City Master Liang, I think it's better to take a rest first. Otherwise, if I win later, you may say that I am too weak to win." Zhuo Weiran said in a strange way, with his hands behind his back, showing off the airs of an expert.
Liang Yunru has always loved the people like a son and is deeply loved by the people of Jing'an City. Zhuo Weiran's attitude has aroused public anger. Although everyone can see that the Lord of the City is not in good condition, the outcome of this battle may be disastrous. Of course, in his heart
He became resentful towards Zhuo Weiran.
"What are you talking about, you old man? How do you, the city lord, need to rest after taking care of a bad old man like you who has lost half his life?" Zhuo Weiran's words finally aroused the anger of everyone, and some people couldn't help shouting and cursing loudly.
"Who, who dares to scold me!" Zhuo Weiran was immersed in the dream of becoming the city lord, when he was suddenly scolded by someone, and his eyes were stern.
Seeing his glare, the crowd fell silent briefly.
"I'm scolding you, you old man." But immediately, a rotten egg flew out of nowhere and flew towards Zhuo Weiran's head in a strange arc.
With Zhuo Weiran's skill, he certainly wouldn't be hit by a rotten egg. He dodged it with a slight movement. His figure and demeanor were indeed a bit like a master's.
Pretend, I let you continue to pretend! Ling Chuxi cursed secretly in her heart. Needless to say, this is Ling Chuxi's masterpiece.
Zhuo Weiran was pretending to be a master, but what he never expected was that the rotten egg that was supposed to pass by him suddenly fell straight down like a heavy weight, and shattered into pieces with a crash.
, the yellow and white egg white and yolk stained his pants, and a stench hit his nose. This is still a bad egg!
Zhuo Weiran's smiling face suddenly froze. Although he was not weak in strength, he was just pretending to be a superior person and didn't care about a rotten egg. Now even if he was not hit directly, he was still hit.
I felt severely nauseous.
"Hahahaha, I know you haven't had breakfast, so someone brought you breakfast." Liang Jinhuai laughed loudly and gave a thumbs up to Ling Chuxi who was mixed in the crowd.
Ling Chuxi smiled slightly and hid in the crowd. Although her innate vitality has never been able to return to its peak state, with the improvement of her martial arts core, her control of her innate vitality has become more and more skillful and flexible. Even Zhuo Weiran has not
Be careful and get into trouble with her.
It is conceivable that once her innate vitality is restored to its original state, her actual combat power will be doubled.
Zhuo Weiran originally wanted to curse, but before he could open his mouth, another piece of rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes flew over like raindrops.
Although Jing Anyuan's spiritual energy is not suitable for cultivation, people's lifespan is much longer than that of the outside world. No matter who they are, they have some strength after practicing for hundreds of years, and they are definitely much stronger than ordinary warriors outside.