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"Refuse?" Jin Yi's face revealed a helpless expression as he looked around. The five robust youths from before had already gathered around, their faces were cold, as though if they did not agree, they would rush forward and cut him into pieces.

Wasn't this simply courting death!

Furthermore, if Senior Xiong had personally acted as a witness and had not kept his promise, it would have greatly reduced the impression that he had in Senior Xiong's mind.

"I... I've lost. " Jin Yi said in a dejected manner.

"Louder, say the important things thrice!" Ding Hao said slowly with a playful smile.

Jin Yi pondered for a while in his mind, beginning to hesitate, but after sensing the five cold glows, his entire body shivered, and the corners of his mouth revealed a bitter smile, wasn't this the threat of a naked fruit?

However, he was still asking for trouble.

"I've lost!"

"I've lost!"

"I've lost!"

Three loud shouts came out of Jin Yi's throat, after that, his entire person's imposing manner instantly weakened, like a rooster fighting each other, as though he was a completely different person compared to when he was in high spirits.

"Perhaps this is fate … Who would have thought that one of the people in the vast sea of people would look at them with such contempt, only to end up suffering a blow. This is too unlucky. " Jin Yi sighed, and thought.

Seeing Jin Yi admit defeat, Xiong Yinloong knew that he would not be able to take this disciple in. Although he felt pity, the final result was still Jin Yi's fault.

"And you still want to kowtow to your teacher?" Ding Hao laughed faintly.

After Jin Yi heard this, his face immediately became deathly pale. He actually wanted to kowtow to someone who was a few years younger than him to become his disciple;

"I gave you three seconds to consider, are you sure you aren't going to acknowledge me as your teacher?" Ding Hao slowly said.

Jin Yi's eyes were rolling around, his eyes hesitating. Although he had lost the bet, the etiquette of kowtowing to a master was extremely formal, was he really going to do this?

Xiong Yinloong's thoughts were completely different from Jin Yi's. He thought that Young Master Ding only treated acknowledging him as his master's joke, but he never thought that it would be necessary for Jin Yi to go through the etiquette of taking his as his master. This was extremely formal.

Although Ding Hao did not have any calligraphy skills, he was rich and his background was extremely mysterious. If Jin Yi was able to take Ding Hao as his master, then this etiquette would definitely be bestowed upon him by Ding Hao, the extent of the gifts could be imagined.

Ding Hao was definitely a god. How could he let such a gift go? The answer was obviously no.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Three seconds have passed. Although you are very arrogant, I admire your calligraphy talent. However, you have already missed out on taking me as your disciple, so I will not take you as my disciple. You better take care of yourself in the future." Ding Hao said indifferently, with an indifferent expression.

When Jin Yi heard this, the worry in his heart immediately subsided and he heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that the other party had found out and would not carry out the bet anymore.

Ding Hao turned his head to look at Xiong Yinloong, and said slowly: "I'm a little tired today, so I'm preparing to go out and find a hotel to rest for a bit.

"I have a villa in Jiangnan, why don't you come and stay at my place?" Xiong Yinloong immediately said.

"There's no need. You handle your own matters first, I can also take a stroll through Jiangnan City myself." Ding Hao said.

Seeing that Ding Hao's attitude was so firm, Xiong Yinloong did not try to hold him back, but suddenly remembered that his old friend was also in Jiangnan City, and said: "Tomorrow, China's sixth Martial Arts Conference will be held in Jiangnan International Sports Center. My old friend Chen Yin is this year's Chief Judge of Martial Arts Conference, if you are interested, I'll bring you over there tomorrow."

Ding Hao was slightly stunned, and muttered: "Martial Arts Conference? This is interesting. "

"Sure, we'll go together tomorrow." Ding Hao said.

After that, Ding Hao brought Gu Lang and the others and left the Jiangnan Cultural Exhibition Hall.

After Ding Hao and the others left, Jin Yi walked in front of Xiong Yinloong and quietly asked: "Senior Xiong, may I ask if you can accept me as your disciple? I've admired you for a long time. "

Xiong Yinloong looked at Jin Yi with a complicated expression, and said slowly: "Don't mention the matter of taking in a disciple, I will not take you in as my disciple, but I can give you some pointers on calligraphy."

Jin Yi's expression changed greatly as he cried out in alarm, "Senior Xiong, why is that so? Have I offended you in any way? "

Xiong Yinloong shook his head and said: "You did not offend me, but you missed a chance to become rich and soar into the sky. On the contrary, you offended a mysterious person, which is also the main reason why I cannot accept you as my disciple."

Jin Yi's expression changed, his eyes focused, and said loudly: "Could it be that youth from earlier?"

Xiong Yinloong let out a low sigh and said: "That's right, it's him. He's also my savior, so we can forget about taking in a disciple."

Jin Yi suddenly felt a wave of sorrow in his heart. He had merely rolled his eyes, showing a look of disdain, but such a series of things had actually happened. His dream of becoming his disciple had all gone down the drain.

It seemed like what his father said was true. People needed to keep a low profile!

When Ding Hao walked to the car park, the middle-aged man in charge of the car park saw Ding Hao coming over, he smiled at him brightly. He said: "Young Master, are you leaving?"

Ding Hao nodded his head indifferently. After taking the key from his hand, he took out the wallet in his bag, took out twenty bills, and handed them over to the administrator. Then, he turned around and opened the car door, and walked into the driver's seat.

Boom!

Ding Hao's right foot lightly touched the gas pedal, and the Aston Martin instantly left the place, leaving behind a trail of white smoke.

Then five Lamborghini drove away.

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up as he looked at the bill in his hand. He choked out a mouthful of saliva with a joyous expression on his face as he murmured, "This is a rare sight to see. A day's work is worth a month's salary."

Jiang-Nan International Hotel, this was a luxurious, low-key, six-star hotel. There was a fountain at the entrance, with clear spring water gushing out. It looked no different from a normal hotel, but the interior decorations were eye-catching.

The hostesses were all wearing black lace jackets, white short skirts, and black stockings. They stood where they were with a smile on their faces. When they saw a customer walk in, a sweet voice came from their throats.

The front desk staff were wearing a professional suit, white shirt and short black skirt, giving off a visual impact.

After Ding Hao booked six luxurious single rooms, he paid one million yuan and opened the door to his own room with the card. He walked in and glanced at the arrangement of the room, and revealed a satisfied expression.

Due to the long journey, Ding Hao felt exhausted, and immediately laid on the bed. He stretched comfortably, and flipped back and forth on the bed.

At this moment, the jade pendant fell out of the bag.

Ding Hao reached out to grab the jade pendant in his hand, and when he saw the phoenix pattern on it, his gaze sunk deeply into the lifelike phoenix pattern.

"Ling'er, where exactly did you go?" Ding Hao muttered.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]