"Well, ahem, who is Little King of Needles?"
Seeing everyone stare at him worriedly, Ding Ning coughed and asked modestly.
"Yan Xun, the boss of Yangui Hall, is known as the King of Yan Needles, and his Seven Needles of Yangui is the best in Yan Jing. Little King of Needles is his grandson, Yan Hao, who is said to have inherited 70% of Yan Xun's skills and is also a famous figure in Yan Jing."
Wei Biaobiao played the role of a commentator.
"Strange, why does Yan Hao challenge brother-in-law for no reason? He is crazy. "
Huzi didn't think so much and said straightforwardly.
Everyone suddenly fell silent and looked at Ding Ning worriedly.
Wen Rourou knew that Ding Ning's medical skills were excellent, but when she thought that it was Little King of Needles who challenged him, she couldn't help asking worriedly, "Brother-in-law, are you sure?"
"Sure?"
Ding Ning didn't answer, but said with a smile, "I'm just curious. I have no grudge against him. Why did he suddenly come to challenge me?"
"Yes, he said he would challenge me. He is really crazy. Brother-in-law, let's drink our wine and ignore him."
Huzi said coldly and angrily.
Wei Biaobiao patted Huzi on the shoulder and said with a wry smile, "No, don't you see how many people have come here today? They are all waiting to see this challenge, and even many reporters have come. If Brother Ding doesn't dare to accept the challenge, I'm afraid that he won't be able to raise his head in the future. "
Mosquito's eyes flashed with understanding. "No wonder there are so many people in Shengzeyuan today, and even tables have been added on the lawn."
"F * ck, Yan Hao is too despicable. He made such a big fuss. Isn't he forcing me to abdicate?"
Huzi flew into a rage and cursed.
Ding Ning shook his head with a smile and said, "It's true that he wants to challenge me, but he shouldn't have made such a big fuss. He was just used as a tool."
"You mean Zhao Zifeng?"
Mosquito was smarter and immediately reacted, frowning and saying, "What's in it for him?"
"He won't get up early without benefits. Since he encouraged Little King of Needles to challenge me, he naturally wants to trample on me from my proudest aspect so that I can't raise my head in the future."
There was an indifferent smile on Ding Ning's lips. "But I'm afraid he's wrong. I won't lose. Even if I lose, so what?"
"Humph, I think he just wants to damage Brother-in-law's reputation and make Sister Nuo feel that Brother-in-law is not worthy of her. That way, they will separate, and then he will have the chance to take advantage of the situation. How despicable."
Wen Rourou immediately figured out the key points and said indignantly.
"I can only say that he is too childish."
Mosquito calmed down at this moment and said disdainfully. She and Huzi knew the relationship between Ding Ning and Xiao Nuo better than anyone else. Not to mention that Ding Ning might not lose, even if he did, it would not have any impact on their relationship.
"That's not childish. He's making an enemy for me."
Ding Ning thought more deeply. "Zhao Zifeng didn't make a move for a long time, but when he makes a move, he has a big bad move."
Provoking Yan Hao to compete in medical skills with him, no matter who won or lost, would not benefit him at all.
If he lost, he would be disgraced; if he won, he would offend Yangui Hall and even make many people dissatisfied with him.
After all, he was from Ninghai. No matter where he was, there would be a local tendency to protect him. If the famous Little King of Needles in Yan Jing was defeated by him, a native of Ninghai, perhaps this was not the result that Yan Jing people wanted to see.
Zhao Zifeng's move was really vicious, but unfortunately, he was not afraid at all. He just came to Yan Jing for a few days and would soon return to Ninghai. What could Yan Jing people do not like him?
"Brother-in-law, if it doesn't work, we can pretend that we don't know about it and leave in advance before Yan Hao comes."
Li Zhe thought for a long time and came up with an idea.
"Don't you have confidence in me?"
Ding Ning knew that this competition was inevitable, and escaping could not solve the problem at all.
"No … no … I … I just …"
Li Zhe said at a loss. After all, he did not know Ding Ning's medical skills.
"Don't worry about it. Brother-in-law's medical skills are brilliant. Little King of Needles is nothing in front of him."
Mosquito and Huzi had witnessed the process of Ding Ning waking up Xiao Nuo, so they were naturally very confident in him.
But others did not know that, including Wei Biaobiao, and they were a little worried. After all, although they were not doctors, they also knew Yan Hao's power. Once Ding Ning was defeated by the Little King of Needles, he would definitely not be able to hold his head high, which suddenly made the atmosphere depressed.
"It's really predestined. Brother Ding, I didn't expect to meet you here. Can I trouble you to have a glass of wine?"
At this moment, a clear voice sounded. Ding Ning looked over in astonishment and saw a handsome guy who was more beautiful than a woman standing on the wooden bridge and looking at him with a smile. It turned out to be Ning Ye, who he met on the deserted island.
Immediately, he stood up, cupped his hands, and asked in confusion, "It turns out to be Brother Ning. Why are you here? Please sit down. "
"I came to Yan Jing for business and happened to receive the news, so I came to watch the fun."
Ning Ye did not stand on ceremony. He walked over naturally, nodded to the people sitting at the table, and sat down happily.
"Wow, the best little handsome guy! He can compete with brother-in-law."
With peach blossoms in her eyes, Wen Rourou looked at Ning Ye with an infatuated look and murmured.
"Well, don't be infatuated. Now think about what to do later."
A pretty girl named Zhan Jie next to her said with a sad face. Since they chose to come to the banquet, it meant that they were in the same boat as Ding Ning.
If Ding Ning lost, they would also lose face and be laughed at in the upper-class circle of Yan Jing.
"Brother Ding, are you sure about the challenge later?"
Ning Ye asked Ding Ning with a smile.
Ding Ning saw a faint care and worry in his eyes, and he could not help but think, "Why does he care about me so much?
Does this guy have a fetish for men? Does he like me? " This made him feel disgusted, and he said with an unnatural expression, "It should be no problem."
Ning Ye frowned slightly and suddenly transmitted his voice. "Brother Ding, don't be careless. Yangui Hall is actually the property of the Holy Medical Family, and the medical skills of the Yan Family come from the Holy Medical Family. Although Yan Hao only got 70% of Yan Xun's true skills, he is not easy to deal with."
Ding Ning was stunned, and then he nodded and transmitted his voice. "Thank you for reminding me, Brother Ning. I know what to do."
"That's good. I'll go first."
After Ning Ye transmitted his voice, he suddenly stood up, nodded to the crowd, and swaggered away.
"Hey, why did the little handsome guy leave?"
Wen Rourou looked at Ning Ye's back reluctantly and muttered. The crowd was also puzzled and did not know what Ning Ye came here for.
"He has something urgent to do, so he left first!"
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Ding Ning had to explain for Ning Ye, and he could not help but look solemn.
He did not take Yan Hao seriously, but he had to pay attention to the Holy Medical Family behind him. With his current cultivation, he could not compete with the Holy Medical Family.
Although the Yan Family was only the property of the Holy Medical Family in the secular world, and even if he won, Yan Hao would not stand up for him, he had to guard against it.
After all, if he won Yan Hao, it would definitely have a certain impact on the reputation and business of the Yan Family. Would the Holy Medical Family vent their anger on him?
Zhao Zifeng's trick was really disgusting. Ding Ning did not know whether he knew the Holy Medical Family behind the Yan Family or he accidentally made such a formidable enemy for himself.
"Who among you knows Yan Xun? Tell me what kind of person he is."
Ding Ning said after thinking for a moment.
"Yan Xun, the King of Yan Needles, is a master of national medicine. He is generous and indifferent to fame and fortune. The state once wanted to invite him to join the medical care group to serve the chief, but he refused, and he has a good reputation in Yan Jing."
Wei Biaobiao said with a wry smile, "But he has a biggest weakness, that is, he is overprotective of his children. He dotes on his grandson Yan Hao very much, teaches him all his medical skills, and regards him as the heir of Yangui Hall."
Ding Ning frowned tightly. "If Yan Xun is a reasonable person, it will be better. Even if he wins Yan Hao, there will be no trouble, but according to Wei Biaobiao, Yan Xun is extremely overprotective of his children, so this matter will be troublesome."
Defeating Yan Hao was equal to slapping Yan Xun in the face, and he was sure that the old thing had more than a 90% chance to seek revenge for Yan Hao.
Even so, it was not enough to make him afraid. The only thing he worried about was that after Yan Xun also failed, the reputation of Yangui Hall would plummet, and at that time, no one dared to say whether the Holy Medical Family would stand up for him or not.
But it was impossible for him to admit defeat. From the beginning of Zhao Zifeng's scheme, troubles were bound to come one after another.
If Zhao Zifeng made trouble for him aboveboard, he would think highly of him, but Zhao Zifeng kept playing these tricks behind his back, which made him have an irrepressible killing intent.
He did not like trouble, but it did not mean that he was afraid of trouble. Since he could not avoid it, he would face it.
"Here he comes, here he comes, the Little King of Needles comes!"
"He finally comes!"
"A good show is about to begin."
"Haha, the Little King of Needles will fight against the Little Miracle-working Doctor. There will be a good show tonight."
"What the hell is the Little Miracle-working Doctor? I have never heard of him. The Little King of Needles will win tonight."
"Not necessarily. Since the Little King of Needles has come to challenge the Little Miracle-working Doctor, I think the Little Miracle-working Doctor must have some skills, and it is hard to say who will win."
"Humph, the Little King of Needles has inherited 70% of the King of Yan Needles's skills, and the Little Miracle-working Doctor is definitely no match for him."
"I have seen the Little Miracle-working Doctor's video, and he has real skills. It is a little too early to draw a conclusion now."
"Are you still a man of Yan Jing or not? The Little King of Needles is our Yan Jing's Miracle-working Doctor. Do you want him to lose to a foreigner? "
"I'm just talking about the matter as it stands. Don't put a big hat on me."
"Humph, anyway, I support the Little King of Needles. A foreign doctor comes to our Yan Jing to show off, and I'm f * cking unhappy."
"Alright, that's enough. Let's watch carefully," Ye Zichen said.
…
With the discussion of the crowd, a handsome young man with a reserved smile on his face strode over like a big star with his head held high.
Listening to so many whispers around him, which were basically one-sided in support of him, he became more and more complacent, and his nostrils were almost raised to the sky.
Yan Xun and Senior Fellow Apprentice Yan 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 Jiatianxia and had the widest view, and the whole competition process could be seen at a glance.
In order to make Ding Ning lose more miserably, Zhao Zifeng even called the reporters here, and specially arranged for someone to set up a row of big light bulbs in the pavilion of Jiatianxia, illuminating the ground as bright as day.
As for whether the Little King of Needles could win or not, it was not within Zhao Zifeng's consideration at all. If the Little King of Needles couldn't win, there was still the Old King of Needles. He didn't believe that even Yan Xun was no match for Ding Ning.
Of course, he still hoped that the Little King of Needles could defeat Ding Ning. After all, if the Little King of Needles lost to an old Chinese medicine practitioner like Yan Xun, he would not achieve the best effect of trampling on him.
Looking at Ding Ning, who was still sitting upright and drinking calmly, Zhao Zifeng showed a grim smile on his face. "Damn bastard, you dare to compete with me for a woman. You will regret it later."
"Childe Feng, which one is the Ninghai Little Miracle-working Doctor?"
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