"City Lord Liang, I see that you don't seem to be in good health, why don't you take a rest first?" Zhuo Weiran pretended to be generous and said, anyway, this time there is no doubt that he will win, and he doesn't mind coming out with a high profile.

"No need." Liang Yunru walked on the competition platform with a calm face, and his feet became unusually calm.

But the more this happened, the more Zhuo Weiran felt that she was pretending, and the smug look on her face became stronger.

Soon, the two walked to the stage. The people in Jing'anyuan have a long lifespan, and most people are no strangers to this century-old covenant war, so they don't need to say anything, they all know the meaning.

"City Lord Liang, I think it's better to rest first, otherwise if I win in a while, I'm afraid you will say that I can't win." Zhuo Weiran said in a weird manner, with his hands behind his back, and set up a tall shelf.

Liang Yunru has always loved the people like a son, and is deeply loved by the people of Jing'an City, and Zhuo Weiran's attitude has aroused public anger. Although everyone could see that the city lord was not in good condition, the result of this battle was probably more than lucky, and of course he resented Zhuo Weiran in his heart.

"What do you say, old immortal, clean up a bad old man like you who has half his life, the city lord still needs to rest?" Zhuo Weiran's words finally aroused the anger of everyone, and some people couldn't help but shout and scold.

"Who, who dares to scold the old man!" Zhuo Weiran was fluttering and immersed in the longing of becoming the city lord, when he was suddenly scolded by someone, and his eyes were glazed.

Glared at by his gaze, the crowd fell silent for a moment.

"You're an old puppet who's scolding." But immediately, a rotten egg flew out of nowhere, and flew towards the top of Zhuo Weiran's head in a strange arc.

With Zhuo Weiran's skills, of course, he would not be hit by a rotten egg, and his figure dodged it with a slight flash, and his body and demeanor really had a bit of a superior posture.

Pretend, I'll let you keep pretending! Ling Chuxi cursed secretly in his heart. Needless to say, this is Ling Chuxi's masterpiece.

Zhuo Weiran was putting up a tall shelf, but what he never expected was that the rotten egg that should have passed by was like a thousand pounds falling, and suddenly fell straight down, and the horn fell to pieces, and the yellow, yellow and white egg white egg yolk slashed his pants, and a foul smell also came to his nose. It's still a broken egg!

Zhuo Weiran's face that was smiling just now suddenly stiffened, although his strength was not weak, but just now he only cared about putting on a high shelf, and he didn't pay attention to a rotten egg at all, even if he wasn't hit directly, he was severely disgusted.

"Hahahaha, I know you didn't have breakfast, someone specially brought you breakfast." Liang Jinhuai laughed and gave a thumbs up to Ling Chuxi, who was mixed in the crowd.

Ling Chuxi smiled slightly and hid in the crowd. Although her innate vitality has always been difficult to recover to its peak state, with the improvement of her martial arts heart, her control of her innate vitality has become more and more skillful and flexible, and even Zhuo Weiran accidentally fell into her path.

It is conceivable that once the innate vitality is restored, the actual combat power of her swing will increase exponentially.

Zhuo Weiran wanted to scold, but before he could speak, another piece of rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes flew over like raindrops.

Although Jing Anyuan's aura is not suitable for cultivation, the lifespan of a person is much longer than that of the outside world, no matter who it is, he has some strength after hundreds of years of cultivation, and he must be much stronger than the ordinary martial artists outside.