City’s Peerless Immortal Doctor

Many onlookers in the inner courtyard understood Hou Ziping's thoughts after careful consideration.

Hou Ziping was hit hard by Yang Wei before, and he must have hated Yang Wei in his heart. Now he is healed from his injury and seems to have improved in strength, so he wants to defeat Yang Wei and feel shameless.

But can he really defeat Yang Wei?

Hou Ziping did suppress the momentum, but the battle between warriors relied not only on the realm of cultivation, but also on actual combat experience.

Since Yang Wei became a disciple of the inner court, he has constantly challenged those who rank higher than him on the inner court disciple's battle list. At the same time, he has to accept the challenge of some inner court disciples who are behind him in the battle list. After hundreds of duels, it was only now that the inner court disciples ranked 18th in the battle strength list, and the actual combat experience was rich.

On the other hand, Hou Ziping, in the twelve years of entering the inner courtyard, only knows that he has been immersed in painstaking practice and confronted a handful of times. He and Yang Wei, who lacked actual combat experience, confronted again, but still not favored by others.

"Brother Hou, are you challenging me? Haha, have you forgotten, who severely injured you three days ago? Although I don't know why your injury recovered so quickly, but since I can severely inflict you on it once, I can Hit you hard the second time, the third time...Come on, if you want to fight, then fight!"

Although Yang Wei was afraid, he knew that today's battle was inevitable, so he gritted his teeth and accepted Hou Ziping's challenge.

Yang Wei didn't believe it. In these two or three days, Hou Ziping's combat power could surpass himself. Even if he had some strange encounters, he would always spend time practicing.

Originally this time was a duel between Yang Lin and Fang Bai, but Hou Ziping and Yang Wei "jumped in the line", which many people at the scene did not expect.

"Open a gambling! Open a gambling! I'll give out two thousand yuan stones and bet on Junior Brother Yang to win! Which one is against me?"

Before Hou Ziping and Yang Wei duel, a disciple from the inner courtyard had already yelled.

As soon as he finished speaking, a disciple from the inner courtyard said, "Brother Wang, I'll bet with you! I'm optimistic about Brother Hou!"

"I will give out ten bottles of Ju Yuan Dan, and bet Junior Brother Yang to win!"

"Haha, Sister Li, I'll bet with you! But ten bottles of Ju Yuan Dan are too few, how about twenty bottles?"

"Okay, I bet with you! Junior Brother Yang, I took out all the Ju Yuan Pills on my body and bet you won. Don't let me down!"

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Two or three hundred disciples in the inner courtyard clamored and began to gamble with yuan stones or pills.

Of course, most hospital disciples are still optimistic about Yang Wei and place their bets on him.

There is also a small number of disciples in the inner courtyard who feel that Hou Ziping is different from the past, with an unprecedented confidence in him, so they decide to take a gamble on him.

"Five thousand yuan stones and fifty bottles of pills. Brother Hou wins the bet. Is anyone right?"

Fang Bai's clear voice suddenly sounded, and he was ready to join in the fun.

Five thousand yuan stones and fifty bottles of pill were already all the training resources Fang Bai could use at present, and they were simply invested in Hou Ziping.

Fang Bai knew what Hou Ziping's current combat power was. Fang Bai knew better than anyone, even better than Hou Ziping himself, so he didn't hesitate to take out all his wealth and bet Hou Ziping win.

Five thousand yuan stones and fifty bottles of pills were not a small sum for the inner courtyard disciples at the scene. Therefore, after hearing Fang Bai’s voice, the scene was quiet. White gambling.

"Junior Brother Fang, I'll bet with you!"

At this moment, a woman's voice that was as crisp as a yellow oriole rang from a distance.

The disciples of the inner courtyard on the martial arts field turned their heads to look around, and their eyes brightened when they saw who the person was.

Fang Bai narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at a young female disciple in the inner courtyard who was walking from a distance.

It was the young female disciple of the inner courtyard who was going to bet against Fang Bai.

The female disciple in the inner courtyard wore a blue dress. She looked like she was about twenty-two years old. She had an egg-shaped face, phoenix eyes and a beautiful nose, and her cheeks were like peach blossoms. She was very beautiful, and was slightly better than Gao Shuxian, the female disciple in the outer courtyard.

Judging from the reactions of the male disciples of the inner court on the martial arts field, the beautiful female disciple of the inner court who is coming here should be a very popular person.

"Hello Sister Huang!"

When the beautiful female disciple of the inner courtyard came to the front, the disciples of the inner courtyard on the scene, regardless of men, women and children, all clasped their fists and saluted her.

After Fang Bai entered the inner court, he learned about some inner court disciples from Hou Ziping, especially the disciples who ranked high in the inner court disciple battle list. He knew more about it.

The beautiful female disciple in the inner courtyard was surnamed Huang, and her realm cultivation level was higher than that of Yang Lin, Fang Bai immediately knew who she was when she moved in her heart.

He saw the female disciple of the inner courtyard surnamed Huang walk in front of him, looked at herself with a smile, clasped fists in both hands and made a slight bow, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Sister Huang, hello!"

"Hey, do you know me? Junior Brother Fang, we seem to have never seen each other before, right?"

The female disciple of the inner courtyard surnamed Huang asked curiously.

Fang Bai smiled faintly: "Although I haven't met Sister Huang, I have heard of Sister Huang's name for a long time. Besides..."

He raised his hand to a huge stone stele standing on the north side of the martial arts field, and said, “As a disciple of the inner courtyard, I naturally understand some of the situation in the inner courtyard. Sister Huang’s name is hung on the second stone stele. The location is so conspicuous, it's hard not to be noticed!"

The huge stone stele that Fang Bai pointed to was densely covered with signs engraved with names, and when counted down, there were a hundred signs.

That is the inner court disciple's battle list.

All the disciples in the inner courtyard are proud of their names being hung on a stone tablet, and the higher the position, the better the ranking on the battle power list.

On the sign at the second position of the inner court disciple's battle strength list, read the word "Huang Miao". Obviously, this is the name of the female disciple surnamed Huang.

This position also shows that Huang Miao's strength ranks second among the inner court disciples, surpassing Yang Lin.

Fang Bai's gaze swept across Huang Miao's face, and then he said: "I heard that Senior Sister Huang is born with a natural beauty and a natural beauty, and the female disciple in the inner courtyard, regardless of appearance or strength, Senior Sister Huang is second to none. So As soon as Sister Huang appeared, I immediately guessed it."

Huang Miao "chuckled" and smiled, trembling with laughter, glaring at Fang Bai, and said: "Senior Brother Fang is really good at talking, and I'm exuberant with the praised Senior Sister. I almost don't want to bet against you and win your training resources. That's it!"

Fang Bai also laughed and said to Huang Miao with a smile, "Sister Huang is sure that she can win?"

Huang Miao was taken aback, took a look at Hou Ziping who was already in a fighting stance, and then smiled again: "In the realm of cultivation, Brother Hou and Brother Yang are about the same, but in actual combat experience, Brother Yang has beaten Brother Hou. , So I bet Brother Yang will win!"