"City Lord Liang, I see that your body's condition isn't very good. Why don't you take a rest first?" Zhuo weiran said, pretending to be magnanimous. Since they were definitely going to win this time, he did not mind showing off some of his pride.
"No need," Liang yunru's expression was calm as she walked onto the tournament stage. Her feet had also become abnormally steady.
However, the more she was like this, the more Zhuo weiran felt that she was pretending, and the smugness on his face deepened.
Very quickly, the two of them walked onto the stage. The people of Jing 'an source had long lifespans, so most of them were familiar with this hundred-year battle. Thus, there was no need to say much, as they all knew the meaning behind it.
"City Lord Liang, I think it's better to take a rest first. Otherwise, if I win later, you'll probably say that I won by unfair means." Zhuo weiran said sarcastically with his hands behind his back, putting on the air of an expert.
Liang yunru had always loved the people like her own children and was deeply loved by the people of Jing 'an city. Zhuo weiran's attitude had already aroused public anger. Even though everyone could tell that the city Lord was not in a good condition, and that the outcome of this battle was likely to be disastrous, they naturally started to hate Zhuo weiran.
"Old fart, what are you talking about? after taking care of a half-dead old man like you, does the city Lord still need to rest?" Zhuo weiran's words finally made everyone angry. Someone could not help but curse loudly.
"Who, who dares to curse this old man!" Zhuo weiran was immersed in the dream of becoming the city Lord. When he was suddenly scolded, his eyes turned cold.
The crowd quieted down for a moment when he glared at them.
"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 skills, of course, he would not be hit by a rotten egg. He dodged it easily, and his body and expression really did have the aura of an expert.
Pretend, I'll let you continue pretending! 'Ling Chuxi cursed in her heart. Needless to say, this was Ling Chuxi's masterpiece.
Zhuo weiran was putting on an air of superiority, but he never expected that the rotten egg that should have brushed past him would suddenly drop straight down like a heavy weight. It broke into pieces with a loud crash, and the white and yellow egg yolk stained his pants. A foul stench also assaulted his nose. And this was a Broken Egg!
Zhuo weiran's smiling face instantly froze. Even though he wasn't weak, he had been too focused on putting on airs and didn't care about a rotten egg at all. Even if he wasn't hit directly, he was still disgusted.
"Hahahaha, I know you haven't had breakfast yet. Someone has specially sent you some." Liang jinhuai laughed out loud and gave Ling Chuxi, who was hiding in the crowd, a big thumbs up.
Ling Chuxi smiled slightly and hid in the crowd. Even though her innate vital Qi could not recover to its peak state, as her martial Dao core heart improved, her control of her innate vital Qi became more and more skilled and nimble. Even Zhuo weiran fell for her trick when he was not careful.
It was conceivable that once her innate vitality was restored to its original state, the actual combat power of her swing would increase by several times.
Zhuo weiran wanted to scold him, but before he could say anything, rotten eggs and tomatoes flew over like raindrops.
Although the spiritual Qi in Jing 'an source was not suitable for cultivation, people's lifespans were much longer than those in the outside world. No matter who it was, after cultivating for a hundred years, they would have some strength and would definitely be much stronger than the ordinary cultivators outside.
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