"Are you really from Yanjing? King Xiaozhen is our miracle doctor in Yanjing, how can you not wait for him to lose to an outsider?"

"I'm just discussing the matter, and I'm being slapped with a big label."

"Hmph, anyway, I support the Little Needle King. A doctor from other places comes to our Yanjing to show off his power, and I just feel really unhappy."

"Okay, just stop saying a few words and watch it carefully."

…

As everyone was talking, a handsome young man walked up with a reserved smile on his face like a big star.

Listening to the whispers of so many people around him, almost all of them supported him overwhelmingly, which made him even more proud, and his nostrils almost reached the sky.

Yan Xun, Senior Brother Yan and the others followed closely behind Yan Hao. Under Zhao Zifeng's attentive greeting, they sat in the pavilion reserved in advance. This place was the closest to Jia Tianxia and had the widest view. They could have an unobstructed view of the entire competition.

In order to make Ding Ning's defeat look even more embarrassing, Zhao Zifeng even called the reporters and specially arranged for people to put up a row of big light bulbs at the location of Jia Tianxia's pavilion, lighting up the ground as bright as day.

As for whether the little needle king can win, it is not within the scope of Zhao Zifeng's consideration. If the little needle king can't win, there will still be the old needle king. He doesn't believe that even Yan Xun is not Ding Ning's opponent.

Of course, he still hoped that Little Needle King could defeat Ding Ning. After all, losing to an old Chinese medicine doctor like Yan Xun would not achieve the best effect of trampling him under his feet.

Looking at Ding Ning, who was sitting upright and drinking calmly, Zhao Zifeng showed a sinister smile on his face. You damn bastard, you dare to snatch a woman from me, you will regret it later.

"Master Feng, who is that little miracle doctor from Ninghai?"
Chapter completed!