Magic Doctor Son-in-Law

1When Ren Qianyuv heard this, he was extremely curious, "Listening to you guys, this isn't a simple competition. Did you guys make some kind of bet with them?"    2

    

Qin Shuangle was clenching her fist and staring furiously at Wu Gaang on the stage.    

    

"After hearing Ren Qianyuv's question, her face softened as she gritted her teeth and said," Sheep City are organizing a martial arts alliance. If we lose this time, we will be subject to their jurisdiction. If we win, they will promise not to enter Pingjiang's territory. "    

    

"Oh, this is the second interesting thing that happened to me tonight!" Ren Qianyuv was surprised.    

    

Looks like there's someone with great ambition in the Sheep City.    

    

"The second one. What's the first one?" Qin Shuangle turned around and asked curiously.    

    

Ren Qianyuv did not answer, but said: "Then you guys are going to lose. I don't see anyone on your side who can cultivate inner strength. They are not that Wu Gaang's opponent!"    

    

Qin Shuangle forced a smile and said, "Yeah. Zhang Wey is already considered the strongest amongst our generation. Since he couldn't withstand the opponent's move, I don't think anyone will be able to enter the arena."    

    

Qin Shuangle's face was determined, as if she had made up her mind. She gritted her teeth and said, "Three games, two wins. Even if I lose, I can't surrender. At worst, I'll just go up and take it head-on!"    

    

"You …"    

    

Ren Qianyuv was stunned.    

    

Despite knowing that he was no match for the other party, he still went up to receive a beating?    

    

Seeing Qin Shuangle's generous and determined expression, Ren Qianyuv sighed helplessly. He took out a silver needle and said, "Since you insist on taking it, I can only give you a helping hand!"    

    

While speaking, Ren Qianyuv Qu flicked his finger and the silver needle pierced into the other party's stomach about three inches away.    

    

Qin Shuangle felt as if a mosquito had bitten into her stomach. She felt as if a vein in her body had been opened, and a warm current slowly rose and flowed through her entire body. It was an indescribably light and carefree feeling!    

    

"Hmm? "This is..."    

    

At the same time, Qin Shuangle felt that her body's functions were increasing. The most obvious change was the increase in her strength and speed, and her body's movements became lighter and lighter.    

    

"What is going on?"    

    

Sensing the abnormal change in her body, Qin Shuangle looked at Ren Qianyuv in surprise.    

    

"It's just a small trick to stimulate your potential for a short period of time. I'll let you experience the strength of an inner strength expert. Hurry up and go. Time is limited!" Ren Qianyuv reminded him.    

    

Qin Shuangle nodded, took a deep breath, and walked towards the martial arena. At the same time, she shouted, "Second match, I'll do it!"    

    

"Shuangle, no, you can't go up there!"    

    

"Yes, even Viagra can't do it. Wouldn't it be even worse if you went up?"    

    

"At most, we'll just admit defeat and join their alliance. It's not impossible. If something bad happens to you, Old Master Qin will blame us for it. We won't be able to afford it!"    

    

Upon seeing that Qin Shuangle was about to accept the challenge, everyone's faces turned pale with fright as they tried to persuade her otherwise.    

    

However, Qin Shuangle acted as if she didn't hear anything as she walked straight to the bottom of the stage and jumped up.    

    

"Yo, beautiful woman!"    

    

Wu Gaang's vulgar gaze swept over Qin Shuangle's entire body a few times. A trace of greed flashed across his eyes.    

    

"Beautiful woman, nice figure. Do you want to win?" "As long as you are willing to accompany me for three days, how about I admit defeat in this round?"    

    

"Give me your name, Malegor." Qin Shuangle was no ordinary girl from a noble family. She cursed under her breath and flew up to the front.    

    

"It's very spicy, I like it. I wish I could 'fight' with you!" Wu Gaang chuckled. He looked at the slender fist that was smashing towards him and gently reached out his hand to grab it.    

    

As far as he was concerned, dealing with this group of people was akin to shooting mosquitoes with a laser cannon.    

    

Pingjiang and this group of people, were also beyond the expectations of trash.    

    

After Zhang Wey was defeated, no one dared to go up on stage. After waiting for a long time, there was still a woman.    

    

Wu Gaang's gaze swept across the audience as the disdain in his eyes intensified.