Refining divine pills, controlling divine beasts, and the useless lady is so cool

Mu Qingli looked at his hypocritical smile and knew what he was thinking.

It is said that you should not hit someone who smiles at you, but if the other person is not a human being, it doesn’t matter if you hit him.

Mu Qingli folded his hands and stretched his muscles. "I didn't have enough fun fighting just now. If you are willing to fight with me, then I will go to dinner with you. Is that okay?"

When Meng Fanlin thought of Mu Qingli's violent behavior on the stage just now, it was like being splashed with cold water, and he could no longer maintain his smile.

How could he forget that Mu Qingli was not a normal person? She was merciless when she hit people, and she even dared to speak so arrogantly in front of the emperor...

He shouldn't have come here.

If he agreed, he would definitely be beaten badly. If he disagreed, the people around him would notice their conversation and he would definitely be laughed at.

Between being beaten and being laughed at, Meng Fanlin chose the third option - being laughed at first and then being beaten.

"I want to practice with you, but... my current cultivation level isn't as high as yours. How about you wait until our strength is similar before fighting?"

When some people around heard this, they burst out laughing. This laughter was like a fuse, and the laughter continued in the ears.

Someone who knew Meng Fanlin pinched his throat and said, "Our Miss Mu is only fourteen years old and already a second-level Spiritual Master. How old are you? A twenty-year-old Spiritual Master of the eighth level! How dare you make her wait?"

Meng Fanlin's face turned red and white. He wanted to find the person who was talking, but the person didn't want him to find him and so he spoke in a pinched voice. He looked around but couldn't find him.

"Who said that? Stand up! I'm the son of the cousin's uncle's cousin's great uncle of the most favored imperial concubine of Donglai Kingdom! If you don't dare to stand up, don't blame me for being rude!"

Meng Fanlin was enraged and humiliated, his gaze shifting between the people around him who were mocking him, and finally fixed his gaze on Gao Jingyi.

After all, Gao Jingyi is the only one who knows him.

"Gao Jingyi, is that what you said? You dare to do it but not admit it, right?"

Gao Jingyi came over from behind and looked down at him: "You said what I said, right? Where's the evidence?"

Meng Fanlin had no evidence, but he was confident: "I only know you among these people. They don't even know who I am, so how could they know my age and cultivation level?"

Mu Qingli chuckled when he heard this, and secretly complained in his heart, could this person be a funny guy sent by the monkey?

Did he forget that he was participating in the Four Nations Competition? His name and cultivation level were both public.

All I can say is that this is a person who only grows fat but not brains.

Seeing how certain he was that it was him who said it, Gao Jingyi simply spread his hands and admitted, "Alright, just treat it as what I said. So what do you want? Want to fight me?"

Gao Jingyi is Gao Jingxiao's older brother. He is 22 years old this year and is at the fifth level of Spiritual Master. Due to his age limit, he cannot participate in the Four Nations Competition, but he still came to watch the game.

When Meng Fanlin heard that Gao Jingyi wanted to fight him, he thought of the last Four Nations Competition when he tried to show off to him and ended up being beaten into a pig's head.

Gao Jingyi kept hitting himself in the face. It must be because he was so handsome and he envied him!

If Gao Jingyi knew what he was thinking, he would definitely beat him into a pig's head again. After all, he was so fat and big-eared that it would be a shame not to beat him into a pig's head.

"Who wants to fight you? Are you trying to take advantage of others' power?"

Hearing Meng Fanlin's choice of words, Gao Jingyi was speechless: "If you don't know how to use words, don't use them. Do you know what it means to be a dog relying on others' power?"

"I don't care what you mean, you just want to bully me! Do you have any shame?"

Meng Fanlin seemed to remember that Gao Jingyi would not participate in the competition this year, and he was no longer afraid of him.

Unfortunately, he forgot that Gao Jingyi was not a person who played by the rules. Otherwise, he would not have beaten him into a pig's head last time.

So, Meng Fanlin was beaten.

He looked at Gao Jingyi's hand in shock as it silently retracted, and then reached out to cover his left eye. There was a dark circle there, and with his fleshy face, it looked extremely funny.

Mu Qingli secretly gave Gao Jingyi a thumbs up and quietly left while Meng Fanlin and Gao Jingyi were confronting each other.

Meng Fanlin didn't notice her at the moment, all his attention was on Gao Jingyi who hit him.

"You hit me, how dare you hit me? Don't you know who I am?"

Gao Jingyi closed his eyes and picked at his ears, then punched Meng Fanlin in the right eye again. "You've said it hundreds of times, my ears are callused from hearing it. With your lousy connections, it's not certain whether they even recognize you. Otherwise, how could you have been okay when I beat you into a pig's head last time?"

Meng Fanlin seemed to be hit in a sore spot, and he regretted coming here. The people of Tianlin Country are all crazy!

A bunch of lunatics!

"I won't bother with you this time!"

Although Meng Fanlin suffered a loss, he did not forget to make harsh remarks and ran back in a hurry, covering his eyes.

Zhao Junyue, who was waiting anxiously on the spot, saw Meng Fanlin coming back with his eyes covered, and greeted him distressedly: "Brother Meng, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Fanlin sat down, took his hands off his face, revealing two panda eyes, and cursed, "I met a lunatic who beat me up."

Zhao Junyue stood up suddenly: "Wuwuwu, Brother Meng, I'm going to avenge you!"

Seeing Zhao Junyue so excited, Meng Fanlin felt a little complacent in his heart. See, he was still charming. He reached out and pulled Zhao Junyue into his arms, blowing on her: "Yueyue, don't cry. It's just a minor injury. Just take some pills and the mark will disappear soon."

"But I feel sorry for Brother Meng, and I just want to avenge you~"

Zhao Junyue twisted her body and spoke in a coquettish tone.

"I'm glad you're so kind, Yueyue. The guy who hit me was so strong. He just relied on his age. I'll definitely surpass him in a few years!"

Meng Fanlin was very confident in himself, but he never thought that he was only an eighth-level spiritualist at the age of twenty, while Gao Jingyi was already an eighth-level spiritual master at the age of twenty!

There was a whole section between the two of them, a whole section! Even if Meng Fanlin worked himself to death, he still couldn't catch up.

But Zhao Junyue also has extraordinary confidence in Meng Fanlin: "Brother Meng is the best!"

Meng Fanlin felt so comfortable with Zhao Junyue's constant flattery that he lowered his voice and uttered a distinctive bubbling sound: "Girl, I'll protect you from now on!"

Zhao Junyue picked up her little fist and punched his chest: "Brother Meng, you are so bad, I like it so much~"

Meng Fanlin wanted to say something more, but it was his turn to compete. He reached out and patted Zhao Junyue's buttocks: "Wait here, brother, I'll be back soon!"