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"Huh? Don't you think you should say something? I remember that your previous bet was a solemn one. In front of so many of your colleagues, Great Pill refining Master Zheng wouldn't go back on his word. Oh ~ "    

    

Seeing Zheng Yiming's face turn red and white, Lin Hao couldn't help squinting his eyes and teasing him in front of everyone.    

    

"I, I, this is not fair! How could Young City Lord be so blind as to recommend someone like you to the competition? Young City Lord, this isn't true, right? "    

    

Zheng Yiming, who was already on the verge of breaking down, became extremely rational after hearing Lin Hao's words. It broke in an instant. He shouted in a frenzy, and then he saw Young City Lord, who had just come down to the side. He immediately lunged forward and questioned him.    

    

"Who are you? How dare you ask me this question! Since you've placed a bet, then hurry up and finish it!"    

    

Looking at Zheng Yiming who looked like a mad dog lying at his feet, Young City Lord, who was watching a good show, felt disgusted. He waved his hand and slapped Zheng Yiming's face, causing Zheng Yiming to spit out three feet of blood.    

    

After being slapped by Young City Lord, Zheng Yiming's mind was slightly clearer. He knew that he had no way out in this situation. He could only kneel down in front of Lin Hao and call him father according to the bet.    

    

This call was not a soft one. Before so many people, he had to kneel down and call him father. The audience had already started to discuss among themselves.    

    

"Damn, what's going on? Why did this Zheng guy kneel down and call that Pill refining master father for no reason?"    

    

"I don't know. Perhaps this is a ceremony to welcome the new disciples in the Pill refining World. After all, it's normal for these Pill refinings Masters to be abnormal."    

    

"Brother, your explanation... seems to be very reasonable."    

    

"You actually believe this?"    

    

Zheng Yiming, who was kneeling on the ground, had a dark expression on his face. This was a newbie who had knelt down in front of everyone in the Pill refining World. This was not something that could be described as a huge loss of face.    

    

Zheng Yiming was so embarrassed and angry that his face turned red. His entire face turned the color of pig liver. He did not dare to turn his face to the crowd. If there was a crack on the ground, he would have crawled into it long ago!    

    

However, when he stood up again, the hatred in his eyes seemed to have substance. It was obvious that he did not dare to blame Young City Lord for recognizing Lin Hao as his enemy.    

    

It was all him! It was all his fault!    

    

If it wasn't for this useless HD, how would I have been beaten up by Young City Lord!    

    

I want to let the world know that I am the true Pill refining Master. You, Lin Hao, are just a useless person with mixed eyes. You must be a useless person!    

    

"Don't be complacent too early, even if you deceived Young City Lord and entered the third round. But I will still be able to beat the crap out of you! Whoever wins this round will have to cut off one of our arms! "    

    

It was also because of his resentment that Zheng Yiming did not leave any way out for himself this time. He made a vicious bet.    

    

"Oh, remember what you said."    

    

But why would Lin Hao show his fear here? With the help of the system, he never thought that he would lose to anyone else in Pill refining Mountain. Without hesitation, he agreed to the bet.    

    

What Lin Hao was thinking was very obvious. Could he be a fool? Could he be a masochist who took advantage of this opportunity? He called him father and cut off his arm. Did he have to be so masochistic?