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What started as an ordinary arena news story about a martial arts expert issuing a challenge directly transformed into a high-end sparring convention. "This Zhang Buxuan is truly extraordinary." A heavy feeling settled in Chen Fan's heart. Once on the stage, he could also feel a wave of pressure as the two stood facing each other from afar.

Therefore, Luo Ning's primary objective this time was to suppress the arrogance in their hearts.

Having fallen off a cliff at the age of eleven, her life or death unknown and her family destroyed, she returned five years later having undergone a shockingly breathtaking growth.

She possessed the Calamity Poison Physique, destined to be detested by all from birth. Even if Brother Xiao Huo did not loathe her, what about the future? Eventually, the day would come when he would distance himself from her, leaving her isolated once again.

"Master Yi, isn't there one left?" Huang Chong asked. Naturally, he was referring to the Nine-Turn Golden Pill. Back at the Upper Qing Palace, they had found three Nine-Turn Golden Pills. Huang Chong took two, and Yi Tiandao took one. Because the pills were extremely sensitive, Huang Chong did not spell it out, but Yi Yun clearly understood.

Moreover, aside from the white lines, another strange thing was happening to his fingers: the rate at which their color changed had also become abnormal.

Maya could not be entirely blamed for her carelessness; her knowledge was simply limited, and she knew nothing of true power.

Beside them, Ren Zongping witnessed this scene and silently lowered his head, not daring to offer any defense. Zuo Mingshuang had only brought this upon herself.

After leaving the specific location in the call, he hung up. Gong Yichen immediately got up, preparing to set off. It was time to walk around and get a slight understanding of this unfamiliar city.

The Chapter President, who was still contemplating activating the mirror dimension, experienced a sudden and profound flash of enlightenment at that exact moment.

The other hidden wealthy individual turned out to be Zhan Zhaohua. He explained that most of his money had been entrusted to him by his master and martial uncles for purchasing medicinal pills and magical artifacts used by disciples within the peak. Now that these funds were no longer needed, he had contributed the greater part of them.

Man Chong ascended the ramparts. The area near the horse-path was already piled high with triangular stones. He ordered some of the soldiers to remain on guard while the rest rested and waited. Although the raging fire had burned fiercely, it could not last indefinitely, and before long, it slowly flickered out.

"Alright," I nodded, starting from the reason I came to Nanchang and recounting everything all the way to Ruomeng's and my suspicions and thoughts.

At present, the several of them believed that the purpose of the Flying Eagle Gang sticking their noses into this muddy water was most likely to amass wealth and expand their armed equipment.

"Then why didn't you wake me up?" I picked up the remote control and turned on the television, trying my best to shift my focus to the screen.

The other brothers of the Pei family had all been driven abroad by Pei Si's father and were not in Beijing, meaning they could no longer contend with the current Pei family for power.

"Well then, take care." Old Master Shao stared blankly as his son walked out the door, a trace of melancholy welling up in his heart. After this parting, who knew how many years it would be before they met again.

Wang Yan clenched his fists tightly, standing on high alert. The military officer paced back and forth about a zhang away from the horse, his expression serious and concentrated.

Having figured out the logic behind it all and feeling quite pleased, he invited Liang Shicheng to be a guest at his home. Naturally, they used the back door so no one would see any entanglements between them.

Just as they concentrated their attention on searching, several figures swooshed out from behind them, landing in their tracks and brandishing broadswords as they slashed toward the two.

This temple was also known as the Temple of Supplying Sons, mostly frequented by people praying for offspring. The group strolled around the nunnery and found that there were quite a few worshippers. It was clear that no effort was spared in competing for pilgrims; not only was the nunnery clean and refreshing, but the mountain paths leading to it from outside had also been paved exceptionally flat, shaded by lush green trees.

If a hardworking tribe could fill their bellies, would things be a bit better when lazy tribes came to beg for food?

The voice was very familiar. Su Fan did not turn around, yet a round, chubby, and honest face had already surfaced in his mind.

After Qiao Feng finished the call, he smiled and said it was all resolved, telling me to just have my friend return the principal. I thanked Qiao Feng and said I would treat him to a meal another day. Qiao Feng replied, "Why be so polite? We're all brothers."

Gu Changsheng remained silent for a long time. Seeing this, Hubatu, who had originally been in high spirits, grew increasingly unconfident, until finally, he lowered his head as well.

On Mount Tai, not a single person dared to ascend. Everyone, even quasi-sage powerhouses, sat cross-legged at the foot of Mount Tai at this moment, waiting for Ren Changsheng to expound the Dao.

The current of the Great Western Sea at night appeared calm, but once a person entered those vast waters, they would skip across them like a flat stone, vanishing entirely from sight.

A cry of alarm rang out. A divine emperor was seen staring at the firmament in utter shock as the void above was torn wide open.

The next player spoke first, and the dealer had no choice but to follow suit. If Su Fan held enough chips, this single hand could easily gamble the other man into utter bankruptcy.

If the Ice Wild King wanted to eat, let him eat! Hemming and hawing would only anger the Ice Wild King and end up getting them chased out again.

Wen Zi was so angry that she ground her teeth, her chest heaving up and down. She grabbed the coffee cup from the table and smashed it furiously onto the floor. The cup shattered upon impact, producing a deafening crash.

This A-ju was a bit too warmly affectionate toward Feihu, making Xia Yan, who sat on Feihu's other side, feel extremely uncomfortable. Feihu also sensed this and tried his best to balance everyone's relationships in the middle. After all, sitting together was just for fun; nobody was actually taking it seriously.

Before long, Qingyang returned. The maid following closely behind her was shockingly the very one who had previously attacked her on Shen Yunxi's orders.

The giant tire stood over three and a half meters high, with a width of nearly one meter. The weight of just a single tire exceeded two tons. Anyone caught beneath it would inevitably be reduced to a pool of pulp, with zero possibility of any other outcome and absolutely no chance of an exception.