And at this very mont, Ernes’s expression could only be described as wild with joy.
No dicine Fragrance Ointnt?
This was without a doubt a piece of trash!
Right after, he looked at Long Aotian and directly handed the knife in his hand over to Long Aotian.
"Hehe, Long Aotian, have you given up now? Are you going to do it yourself, or should I have the Lion King do it?"
His voice was filled with an incredibly thick tone of mockery.
The next second, countless gazes also fell onto Long Aotian.
Especially Olicodo, whose venomous eyes were even more obvious.
"Heh heh, Long Aotian, a brain is a good thing, you know. With trash like Zhang Fan, you actually believed him?"
A bunch of Qi Gathering bigshots who’d long wanted to hack Zhang Fan to death directly spat out insults.
Now, the result was already obvious.
William Dante’s side: finished product!
And Zhang Fan’s side: trash!
They really wanted to see how, at this mont, Long Aotian could possibly turn this around.
"Trash?" Zhang Fan’s lips curled slightly, his eyes flashing with an incomparably dazzling light.
"Since you say I’m trash, then are you interested in making a bet with now?" Zhang Fan stared coldly at Felix and his group as he spoke.
Hearing this, a bunch of Dark Force and Bright Force Level people who hadn’t dared open their mouths before imdiately let out cold laughs: "Hahaha, Zhang Fan, what the hell are you, and you still want to bet with our lords?"
"Hehe, you really think just because your senior brother’s covering you, you can do whatever you want?"
"Pah, can’t even piss and take a good look at yourself, see what kind of crap you are."
"A bet? What qualifications do you have to bet with Lord Felix and the others?"
At the sa ti, Felix and his group also had cold glints flashing in their eyes.
"Hehe, a bet? Sure, speak, how exactly do you want to bet?"
Anyway, the overall situation was already set. If Long Aotian lost an arm, heh heh, his strength would definitely plumt.
By then, they refused to believe they wouldn’t be able to beat a one-ard Long Aotian.
Zhang Fan lowered his head, looked at the dicine paste in his hand, and then said, "We’ll use this to bet!"
In an instant, the Lion King’s gaze flickered violently as well.
What the hell was this kid Zhang Fan doing?
That piece of dicine paste in his hand, he really couldn’t see anything special about it.
Could it be that this wasn’t just trash?
"Hahaha, kid, you still want to use this to bet? You sure? But what qualifications do you have to bet with us? A little piece of garbage like you actually dares to bet with us Qi Gathering powerhouses?" Ernes burst out laughing wildly.
In his eyes, Zhang Fan was already a dead man.
Once Long Aotian lost his arm, hehe, as a Qi Gathering powerhouse, would he really not be able to kill a little Dark Force Level brat?
Besides, even if he killed Zhang Fan, would a one-ard Long Aotian still dare say anything?
"Very simple: this piece of dicine paste I refined and the one William Dante refined—we see whose drug effect is stronger, that person wins! If I lose, I die; if you lose, you kneel and call daddy!
Dare?" Zhang Fan said coldly, face like ice.
Heh?
I refined this thing, you think I don’t know exactly what it’s worth?
Today I’m gonna make you kneel and call daddy!
And the mont these words rang out, the surroundings abruptly fell dead silent.
Betting with your life?
Three seconds later, wild laughter exploded.
"Hahaha, kid, at a ti like this you’re still fantasizing about that piece of garbage in your hands? You even dare to bet your life, you must be insane, right?"
"Lord Ernes, bet with him. That piece of crap in his hand wants to compare with the Healing Pill William refined? Since he’s looking for death, grant his wish."
They’d had enough of Zhang Fan long ago.
If Zhang Fan dared to seek death himself, heh, not granting his wish would practically be letting him down.
At this mont, the veins on Long Aotian’s tense forehead also instantly relaxed.
Heh, with that guy Zhang Fan, he’d take the initiative to send himself to death?
Absolutely impossible!
To be honest, he’d been a little panicked just now too.
But now Zhang Fan’s words made his confidence skyrocket.
At the sa ti, Long Aotian’s gaze also landed on the dicine paste in Zhang Fan’s hand.
No matter how you looked at it, this thing seed like trash.
Could there really be so hidden trick in it?
Or was it that Zhang Fan ssing around with hotpot and all that before was laying the groundwork for this mont?
Deliberately digging a pit for Felix and the others to jump into?
Thinking back to all the things Zhang Fan had done before, Long Aotian also took a deep breath.
Knowing what Zhang Fan was like, it was very possible he’d deliberately dug a hole just to bury Felix’s group.
Heh heh, kneeling in front of so many of their own people and calling a Dark Force Level brat "daddy"!
Hahaha, that’d be tens of tis more painful than killing them!
In a bit—damn—this kid Zhang Fan’s scheming was way too deep.
In that instant, Long Aotian’s scalp tingled!
What kind of people are the most terrifying?
Exactly the kind like Zhang Fan!
"What, you don’t dare? Weren’t you all so confident in that trash William Dante refined? Tsk tsk tsk, why so cowardly now?
Hehe, if you don’t dare then roll the hell away and stop bothering , OK!" Zhang Fan roared low.
If they didn’t want to bet, fine, he had plenty of other ways.
At that mont, William Dante exploded in anger.
"Whose trash? You piece of shit, say it clearly—whose trash? With that garbage in your hand, with not even a hint of dicine fragrance, you still dare to shalessly talk about ?"
William Dante was so furious his hair practically stood on end!
Originally, he’d still had so doubts about the paste in Zhang Fan’s hand.
But now, Zhang Fan’s words completely sent him into a rage.
The thing he was most proud of wasn’t that he himself had Dark Force Peak strength, but that he was a Pharmacist.
This Healing Pill had taken him half a year of effort to finally succeed.
This was currently his greatest achievent.
And Zhang Fan actually insulted him—how could he endure that?
Hearing this, Felix and his group also curled their fists as cold smiles tugged at the corners of their mouths.
Yeah, sothing with not even a hint of dicine fragrance, could that be an Elixir?
Don’t make laugh!
"Kid, since you’re courting death, fine, I’ll grant your wish. I’ll take the bet you proposed." Ernes grinned viciously.
"I’ll take the bet too!" Felix also said with a cold smile.
"I’m in as well." A group of Qi Gathering Level experts all stepped out, their gazes icy as they stared at Zhang Fan.
The way they looked at Zhang Fan was like they were looking at a dead man.
Right then, Zhang Fan turned his head and looked at Long Aotian. "Senior brother, you heard that, right?"
Long Aotian nodded, then swept a glance at Felix and his group.
Zhang Fan’s aning was obvious.
If Felix and the others didn’t honor the bet, heh, that would be the mont Long Aotian made his move.
At that mont, Zhang Fan’s right hand softly squeezed.
And at that mont, a crack suddenly appeared down the middle of that dark green dicine paste in Zhang Fan’s hand!
A streak of even brighter jade-green paste appeared in front of everyone’s eyes.
And in that instant, an incomparably rich dicine fragrance directly wafted out.
In a flash, Felix and his group all started trembling.
"Impossible!"
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