Watching Zhang Fan, who only glanced at the elixir recipe and continued munching on crayfish, William Dante sneered incessantly!

Ha, still dare to show off like that!

All right, let’s see how you cry later when your senior brother loses an arm!

As a Qi Gathering Level expert, even if this person is Zhang Fan’s senior brother, William Dante was certain that Zhang Fan’s fate would be miserable if he lost an arm over this!

Ten minutes later, when all the alchemy equipment was ready, William Dante sneered again: "Are you ready? Let’s begin!"

Zhang Fan nodded, checked William Dante’s prepared ingredients, found no issues, and then picked up two more crayfish, saying, "OK!"

"Then let’s start! Countdown begins!" William Dante said, pulling out his phone and setting a four-hour countdown!

At the same time, he also directly activated the medicine furnace, lighting a fire!

He had been making this Healing Pill for more than half a year.

It could be said that he was long since proficient, and a 100% success was absolutely no problem.

Four hours was more than enough for him.

Watching William Dante’s smooth actions, Ernes also wore a sardonic smile.

He glanced at Long Aotian, sneering in his heart.

Ha, let’s see how you die this time!

Meanwhile, all the people around also turned their eyes to Zhang Fan, however, when they saw him still munching on crayfish, their eyes widened again.

What the fuck, this bastard Zhang Fan, still eating at a time like this?

Did you transform from a pig?

Have you never eaten in eight lifetimes?

Are you really not afraid of losing later?

At the same time, William Dante’s face darkened.

Is this kid out of his mind?

But at the same time, he was also sure of one thing, which was that Zhang Fan absolutely did not understand alchemy.

"Hey kid, aren’t you going?" the Lion King said solemnly.

Watching Zhang Fan continuously grabbing crayfish from his plate, he twitched the corner of his mouth.

Dang it, aren’t you supposed to let me eat the crayfish?

I eat one, but you, you damn bastard, eat two?

Damn dog!

"Lion King, don’t rush, don’t rush, if I start now, it would be bullying him, let him have a two-hour head start," Zhang Fan said with a smile.

It’s just over fifty kinds of materials, and it’s Healing Pill!

When he saw the elixir recipe, he already knew how to make this Healing Pill.

Two hours is definitely enough.

So, he wasn’t panicked at all.

"Ha!" William Dante’s sneer at the corner of his mouth deepened.

Let me?

Ha, will you die if you don’t brag?

Alright, alright, keep pretending for now, let’s see how you cry later!

Then, William Dante turned and said, "Bring me some headphones."

Without headphones, he was really afraid of being influenced by Zhang Fan’s mouth.

Alchemy requires complete focus.

The fire control, the amount of ingredients, cannot be the slightest bit careless.

Otherwise, even if skilled, Zhang Fan’s mouth could spoil it!

At this moment, Zhang Fan stood up, walked to the medicine furnace, and directly lit one up!

Seeing this, the crowd all began to murmur.

"Tch, didn’t he say he’d let two hours go first? Why start now?"

"Heh heh, keep pretending, why stop now?"

"What do you even know!" Zhang Fan sneered coldly, then turned around, walking inside the dining hall.

Seeing this, countless people were puzzled again.

"Huh? What’s this kid doing?"

"Is he planning to run?"

Even the Lion King had some doubts about Zhang Fan.

This guy, what is he going to do?

The bet has started, why isn’t he focused at all?

At this moment, Long Aotian, who was originally full of confidence, was also starting to panic.

What the fuck, what’s this guy Zhang Fan up to?

This dude isn’t planning to intentionally lose, right?

And then make me take out Ernes and his guys for him?

What the hell, I, as his senior brother, never even offended him.

And just then, Zhang Fan came out holding a tray.

Looking at the tray filled with duck intestines, beef, mutton, pork belly, fish, lettuce...

The scene fell into a dead silence!

??

What the fuck!

What’s this bastard Zhang Fan up to?

Waltzing in with two trays of food, what’s the deal?

Everyone’s eyes were bulging wide.

Including the Lion King and Long Aotian.

Then, Zhang Fan turned and went back into the dining hall.

This time, Zhang Fan took quite a while, a full fifteen minutes.

Soon, Zhang Fan came out holding another tray.

A small pot on the tray was filled with red oily soup.

There was also a bowl and a pair of chopsticks.

In the bowl, there was sesame oil, garlic, cilantro, chili peppers...

This shit, it turned out to be a hot pot dipping sauce!

Excuse me? What on earth is Zhang Fan trying to do?

Is he mad?

Right then, Zhang Fan poured the small pot of red oily soup into the medicine stew pot.

"Pfftsh!"

The spicy, sizzling aroma spread immediately.

Seeing this, countless people were dumbfounded.

What the fuck?

Is Zhang Fan preparing a hot pot?

Damn, what kind of move is this?

Seeking death, isn’t it?

In this instant, Long Aotian’s face turned completely dark.

His fists clenched with cracking sounds.

"Zhang Fan, what are you doing!" Long Aotian growled lowly.

At this moment, he really wanted to punch Zhang Fan’s head off.

I’m betting my arm, you, using the medicine furnace to make a hot pot?

Did I ever wrong you?

Why are you setting me up like this?

Zhang Fan looked up, baring his teeth in a smile: "Senior Brother, don’t worry, let’s calm down with some hot pot. Look at the moonlight, this breeze, the starry sky!

Having a hot pot in this setting is just perfect."

"Ha!" The veins on Long Aotian’s forehead bulged.

Don’t worry?

I’m the one betting; you’re not worried, but how can I not be?

And hot pot, really? Want a taste of me chopping you up for hot pot?

Moonlight? Breeze? Stars?

I’ll beat you till you see stars and hang you in the breeze to bathe in moonlight!

In no time, Long Aotian got up, striding step by step towards Zhang Fan.

His footsteps sounded like thunder!

Witnessing this, a group of people around also started shouting.

"Beat that pretentious bastard to death!"

"Hit him, definitely hit! Beat him to death!"

Even Zhou Jie and his gang couldn’t stand it anymore.

I’ve seen pretentious people, but I’ve never seen a pretentious bastard like you.

Are you looking for death?

"Senior Brother, don’t rush, trust me! I’m your junior brother!" Zhang Fan said, dumping the beef, mutton, and whatnot into the pot!

"Blub blub!"

The broth boiled, steam billowing out.

"Trust you?" Long Aotian walked over to Zhang Fan, killing aura radiating.

Trust you?

Do you think I’m brainless?

Come, I’ll give you an Ancient Dragon buff on your head!

(Good night, everyone!)