"Yes, Lord Jimo!" Lin Yunlong’s lips curled into a sinister smile, casting a smug glance at the crowd from the Zheng family, his punchable expression making people itch to beat him up.
But in the end, no one acted rashly...
"Qianqian, are you confident?"
Zheng Ran turned his head to look at Zheng Qianqian, a hint of worry between his brows.
Zheng Qianqian solemnly nodded, "Father, rest assured, I represent the entire Zheng family, so I will not lose to them no matter what..."
With that, she stepped forward towards the crowd...
"Zheng Qianqian, I’ve been waiting for this day for a long ti."
Lin Ye arrogantly tilted his head, scanning Zheng Qianqian with so disdain, a smirk of ridicule playing at his lips.
"Now, I will make you realize that you are destined to be defeated by !"
Zheng Qianqian stopped her steps, looking mockingly at Lin Ye’s proud face, "Who wins and who loses, is yet to be determined..."
"Heh heh."
Upon hearing this, Lin Ye chuckled lowly. His handso face, at this mont, made Zheng Qianqian feel utterly repulsed.
"Zheng Qianqian, as a woman, staying at ho to support your husband and educate your children should suffice. Why co out to compete with others? Do you think this will earn you recognition? Hahaha, one day, your Zheng family will be replaced by us!"
Zheng Qianqian’s expression completely changed, sneering, "Lin Ye, are you feeling insecure? Otherwise, why would you use such filthy language to embolden yourself?"
"Good, very good!"
Lin Ye’s face turned livid, "I gave you a chance, but you didn’t cherish it. In that case, I’ll show you the consequences of your stubbornness!"
After saying this, Lin Ye cast a scornful glance at Zheng Qianqian and turned to walk towards the square.
"Lord Jimo, may the competition begin?"
Jimo Yi nodded, speaking coldly, "The ti limit is one incense stick. Within this duration, you must present your results to . If you fail to refine the dicine within this ti, it will count as your defeat."
In an instant, everyone tensed up, their eyes fixed on the two opponents in the square.
"Do you think Zheng Qianqian will win, or will it be Lin Ye from the Lin family?"
"Does it even need to be asked? Of course, it’s Lin Ye. Lin Ye has already reached the Peak of King Rank. How could Zheng Qianqian possibly defeat him?"
The crowd whispered among themselves, their gazes toward Zheng Qianqian filled with sympathy.
It’s known that the Lin family’s backing is the Jimo Family. No matter what, the Zheng family cannot match the Lin family, supported by the Jimo Family...
What a pity for the Zheng family’s lovely girl...
Thinking of this, many couldn’t help but sigh regretfully.
...
On the square, both of them had already taken out their dicine Tripods and began refining Elixirs under everyone’s watchful eyes.
Lin Ye’s lips held a contemptuous smile, seemingly not taking Zheng Qianqian beside him seriously, not even sparing her a glance, his eyes fixed on the dicine Tripod before him...
Whoosh!
Flas instantly ignited, painting a crimson red in everyone’s eyes...
Zheng Lin’s heart tightened, eyes unblinkingly focused on the two of them.
Ti passed by second by second...
Gradually, cold sweat appeared on Zheng Qianqian’s forehead, hanging on her face like crystal beads...
Soon, a refreshing fragrance wafted from beside her, and just as everyone turned their attention from Zheng Qianqian to Lin Ye, they heard a clashing sound from his dicine Tripod...
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