"My brother's Vitality Quality has already risen to eighty-three points. His vitality has increased by 1.7 times, and someone even delivered an opportunity right to him. They just want to see Xu Zhiming beaten like a dog."
"He'll help us deal with Xu Zhiming. At next week's challenge match, he'll stomp Xu Zhiming beneath his feet."
Yu Qingqing nodded frantically, his face brimming with fawning flattery.
"Brother Hua is still the best! You can even invite Brother Zong!"
Qiu Zhenghua snorted coldly and sized Yu Qingqing up from head to toe.
"I'm still short a blade boy to carry my sword. You barely qualify."
Yu Qingqing's expression stiffened, but he nodded again and again.
"Open Douyin and pull up some little beaker videos for me."
"Sure, sure. Pretty girl videos are my favorite."
Yu Qingqing opened Douyin. The first video showed a round-faced, bearded man making movements like some little beaker, actions disgusting enough to make any normal man sick.
He hurriedly swiped it away.
"Swipe back."
Yu Qingqing glanced back at Qiu Zhenghua and found his face full of impatience, as if he were deeply dissatisfied.
Looking again, he saw that this blogger was one of Qiu Zhenghua's follows.
A chill instantly ran down his back.
"Later, get your hair cut into a crew cut. Grow out a full beard slowly, and put on white socks."
Yu Qingqing's eyes widened.
In that one short sentence, he instantly sensed that something was wrong.
Rather than being stabbed by a spear, he would rather be stabbed by Xu Zhiming's iron spear.
He could already feel a certain place hurting.
"Brother Hua, my shoulder suddenly still hurts a little."
"What, you don't want more cultivation resources?"
"My blade boy benefits are pretty good."
"I remember you're quite short on money. Just so