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Zilong also felt the suspicious eyes of the elders of the Cheng clan family towards him, and Zilong just smiled faintly.

Zilong has long been used to these suspicious gazes. When he was following Old Man Gongsun to treat people, when Old Man Gongsun's patients saw that they were applying an injection instead of Old Man Gongsun, they would scream in a hurry, and even some people swear words...

But undoubtedly, everyone was conquered by Zilong in the end, just like Ye Feishuang felt boundless and refreshing in the Warcraft Mountains that day... One of the major features of their Zhao family's thunder fire moxibustion is that they use the weak power of thunder and lightning to paralyze the patient's nerves, so that they can't feel the slight pain. Instead, they feel a numbness all over their body, raising a rolling and refreshing feeling...

Zilong bowed slightly to several clan elders of the Cheng clan family to express the respect that the younger generation deserves.

Several elders of the Cheng clan nodded slightly and responded to Zilong with a heavy expression.

Zilong did not take the expressions of these elders of the Cheng clan family seriously, nor did he blame him at all. Zilong knew the general meaning of this immortal ginseng to a clan.

The elders of the Cheng clan family in front of him are all the peaks of the saints. For them, the competition for immortality directly concerns whether they can get another fifty years of life in order to successfully advance to the seventh-level emperor. Zilong understands their feelings...

Cheng Feier touched Zilong's arm, then tiptoed and murmured in Zilong's ear:

"Perform well and let these little old men see how powerful you are."

Zilong nodded with a chuckling, patted his chest and said:

"Don't worry!"

Cheng Feier arched her nose at Zilong with a smile behind her hands.

Zilong smiled and shook his head slightly, thinking that no matter how clever and arrogant this girl Cheng was, she was still a little girl who had not grown up...

And at this moment, a cold gaze locked on Zilong among the crowd.

Zilong's hair stood up and felt this bad gaze. Zilong hurriedly looked around, trying to find this person.

But when Zilong's eyes looked at him and saw the place where this gaze belonged, he was shocked.

The person who emitted this gaze was not someone else, but Ye Feishuang.

At this time, Ye Feishuang was in the area of ​​the Ye clan family and was looking at Zilong coldly with resentful eyes.

When he noticed that Zilong turned his head and looked at her, Ye Feishuang glared at Zilong fiercely, and then turned his head angrily.

Looking at Ye Feishuang's inexplicable appearance, Zilong was stunned.

Zilong thought silently, "Why did I mess with Ye Gaoleng again?" Why did he show me his face every time? Ye Gaoleng is not really a dual personality, he is mentally ill...

Seeing Zilong's absent-minded look, Cheng Feier poked Zilong with curiosity and said:

"What are you looking at?"

"No... nothing." Zilong waved his hand, then moved his head back, no longer lingering in Ye Feishuang's changes.

On the other side, Ye Feishuang looked at Zilong who turned his head and talked to Cheng Feier, and his jade hand became a fist. He felt a little angry, and he was angry as if he was angry and thought angrily.

"Zhao Zilong, Zhao Zilong, you can do it. This is what you said about life and death? I thought you really had something to do. I left us all there and went to pick up girls after a long time. I would still be with the eldest lady of the Cheng clan family. You can..."

...

After a while, the square auction table and the auction facilities around it were all removed, and the attendants neatly arranged nine sets of ebony tables and chairs on the square auction table.

After everything was finished, a gentle voice rang out in the middle of the venue:

"I also asked the doctors selected by the Cheng clan family, the Ye clan family, and the Su clan family to come on stage and get off the seat at the nine tables on the auction table."

As the voice fell, a humble and elegant middle-aged man appeared in everyone's sight.

The man instantly attracted everyone's attention, and it was Hongyezhai's current owner, Hongdanqing.

Then, doctors from the three major clans came on stage one after another, and as Hong Danqing said, they got off the seat at the nine tables on the auction table.

Since there was no name or any sign on the table, Zilong found a table that was leaning against and sat down honestly.

Zilong tried his best to show his well-behaved look, and he wanted to be more low-key.

However, even though Zilong acted honestly and flirted, he still successfully attracted everyone's attention. After all, among the nine doctors who got off the seat, Zilong was too young and too young.

Zilong's side was almost full of old men with gray beards, a slightly younger man with a moustache, a middle-aged man in his thirty years old.

When Hong Danqing saw such a young boy on the auction table, her eyes lit up and her eyes swept across Zilong without any trace.

Hong Danqing thought silently in her heart:

"It's interesting. I didn't expect that there would be such a young doll on stage. This little doll is still a small monk in the middle stage of the fourth level..."

When the red pencil green was shooting the quantum dragon without any trace, Zilong's eyes also swept across the red pencil green body.

Looking at the extraordinary appearance and elegant red painting, Zilong thought silently in his heart:

"No wonder Honglin is so beautiful and so elegant. It turns out that it is because she has such a handsome father. She is really a good girl..."

At this time, around the auction table, the three major clans and nearly one hundred people from Hongyezhai were stunned and whispered to each other:

"Who is this little guy? He won't go to the wrong place, right?"

"Look at his stupid look, can it work?"

"Which company is this the one who sent the field? Are you planning to give up?"

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, see how this kid makes a fool of himself later..."

...

Listening to the whispering sounds around, the elders of the Cheng clan clan family were dull and turned their heads one after another, showing that they didn't know the boy on the stage either.

On the high shelf on one side of the venue, the old man in brown and the old man in white stood with his hands behind his back, staring at everything on the square auction table from afar. It was Jing Rulin and Mr. Hongzhu.

Noting that Zilong on the square auction table, Jing Rulin's eyes changed slightly, he spoke lightly, and said:

"Didn't you say that all the famous teachers from all walks of life are not inferior to your Hongyezhai's existence? Why do you still have children?"

Mr. Hongzhu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his vast spiritual sense was protruding out, and he investigated Zilong's condition from a long distance.

"The breathing is stable and powerful, the source energy fluctuates and calmly. The young man's source energy is condensed, his physical condition is excellent, and he is mostly a powerful person. I noticed him when he walked on stage just now. His steps and raising his hand contain the shadow of three-point hard-core kung fu. He must have mastered outstanding physical skills. This young man is not an ordinary little boy..."

Listening to Mr. Hongzhu's analysis, Jing Rulin nodded slightly and expressed his agreement.

"Old Hongzhu is Old Hongzhu. At such a long distance, you can see through this child at a glance. It's amazing." Jing Rulin exclaimed to Mr. Hongzhu with a teasing tone of three points.

Mr. Hongzhu gave Jing Rulin a white look and said:

"Old man Jing, don't be humble, don't you see it all?"

Jing Rulin smiled indifferently, and could not refuse.

"This boy should be a practical player, but this is compared to medical skills rather than fist and foot skills. This boy is not really going to the wrong place, right?" Mr. Hongzhu said with some doubts.

"I don't think so. Seeing this child's expression is so relaxed, it doesn't seem to be pretending. I guess he must be outstanding." Jing Rulin retorted.

"Oh, then how about you and I make a bet?" Mr. Hongzhu provoked the bet.

"What bet?" Jing Rulin looked at Mr. Hongzhu with some vigilance.

Mr. Hongzhu smiled slightly, and his tone was filled with a conspiracy, and he replied to Zhi:

"Since you are so optimistic about this child, then let's bet on this child. If this child wins the victory of today's competition, even if you win, I, Hongyezhai, can unconditionally agree to you anything. But if this child cannot win the victory of this competition, you will do something for me, how about it?"

Jing Rulin naturally felt Mr. Hongzhu's "malice", smiled and said:

"You old Hongzhu, you really know how to take advantage of loopholes! I just think that this child may have some skills, but I didn't say that he will definitely overwhelm the heroes. Besides, there are so many old people present, no one dares to promise that he will definitely win. You are sincere in pulling me into the trap!"

"Just say whether you dare to gamble?" Mr. Hongzhu said excitedly.

Jing Rulin glanced at Mr. Hongzhu and said:

"Old Hongzhu, don't think I don't know what you are thinking. You want your granddaughter to be my teacher, right?"

"How do you know!" Mr. Hongzhu raised his eyebrows, looking very surprised.

"Haha, can you hide your little thoughts from me? Don't you just want your granddaughter to secretly learn the secret techniques of my Jing family?" Jing Rulin raised his lips, as if he could see through everything.

"What does it mean to learn secretly? Let me tell you, I will give you a talented and good apprentice for free. After you accept Arlene, you will teach her skills well. Then Arlene will carry forward your skills. As Arlene's master, you will also have a gleam on your face." Mr. Hongzhu explained seriously.

"You old Hongzhu, I know you didn't have any "good intentions". Forget it, I like this Arlene very much. Even if I find my granddaughter, I can still let them be your companion, and I will take your bet." Jing Rulin waved his hand and finally agreed to Mr. Hongzhu's bet.

"Take it seriously?" Mr. Hongzhu confirmed to Zhi with joy.

"I, Jing, always counts my words."

"Okay..."

...

At this time, nine maids came on the square auction table one after another. Each maid held a mahogany square plate in her hands, and the plate was covered with a yellow scarf, which was bulging and there was no way to tell what it was.

The maids placed the mahogany plates they held in their own hands at the tables of nine doctors, and hurriedly left the stage.

Seeing the thing covered by a yellow silk scarf on the table in front of him, Zilong sniffed his nose and frowned slightly. He smelled a familiar smell.
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