Volume 1, Chapter 63: Aren't You Afraid Xiao Xuanyu Will Come?

"Thank you, thank you..." Following his previous words and actions, the old man bowed slightly to Yi Han again upon seeing the spirit stone, then walked out of the underground palace with a smile on his face.

Footsteps came from beside him as a middle-aged man dressed rather simply, carrying an exaggeratedly large longbow on his back, approached him.

"What?" Jun Tianze was slightly stunned, raising his eyes to look at the sky, and sure enough, in the western sky, a faint crescent moon hung on the horizon.

On the surface, he looked very calm and relaxed, his long robes fluttering, hands clasped behind his back, a faint smile gracing his flawless face.

The superior strategy is to strengthen the walls and clear the fields, leaving the Yellow Turbans without food so they retreat on their own; the middle strategy is to strike directly at the heart of the enemy, leaving the bandits leaderless so they scatter naturally; the inferior strategy is to combine orthodox methods with unorthodox victories, using the imperial army to suppress the rebels.

Bai Qianyu understood, wrapping the silk handkerchief and folding the blue cloth, concealing the dazzling brilliance of the "Bright Moon Heart."

Ying Yi then urged his horse forward, dismounted, and checked Xiu Rui's injuries. He saw that the arrow wound was above his left chest, piercing straight through, missing his heart by a mere fraction of an inch.

"Clang!" Almost instinctively, Wei Xiao's long sword flew backward, deflecting the Floating Wild Goose Arrow. The arrow shaft soared straight up into the sky and fell onto the icy surface.

How could she not be familiar with this sound? Having fought against it so many times, she had long since committed this sound to memory. To think that they had actually chased her all the way home. This old man was truly going too far. No wonder Kong Youli had asked her to return; it turned out to be because of this.

His hair fluttered in the wind, and his right hand clutched his chest. He seemed unable to feel the beating of his heart within his chest cavity anymore.

At present, there were still three days left before the Karmic Fire Red Lotus reached maturity. During this period, the incompletely gestated Karmic Fire Red Lotus was extremely fragile. If it were caught in the aftermath of a battle between two quasi-sages, this rare treasure of heaven and earth would inevitably be destroyed.

Qing Chen's expression was also somewhat solemn, but at this moment, Qing Chen did not dare to be the slightest bit careless. His current cultivation could only unleash seventy to eighty percent of his full power, far from his peak state. What mattered now was time; if he could weaken his opponent just a little earlier, his chances of victory would increase by a fraction.

Damn it! The guards must have been so mesmerized by this chick's beauty that they didn't stop her! Why did they just let her in?

Sha Zai's voice came through my earpiece again; he also seemed a bit dizzy from the sudden explosion.

Originally, their strength was not superior to Ye Tian's. Now, because of Ye Tian's breakthrough in strength, coupled with the leader's sudden and brutal killing, extreme terror gripped their hearts, preventing them from unleashing their full strength at all.

"Come on! Husband! Chunchun is all yours!" A crystal-clear tear streamed down Fanie's eye.

"No. I cannot give up on myself like this; I must find a way to rapidly increase my strength." After pondering for a moment, Moran suddenly gritted his teeth and began to sort out his thoughts.

wisps of incomparably profound soul laws accompanied the time law, and the two actually produced a subtle change! The two fused together perfectly, and the soul law, accompanied by the time law, transformed into countless transparent phantom sword Qi, shooting toward Netherworld and Yellow Springs.

Xie Lang was still somewhat shocked; he was simply astonished by how bizarre the origin of this phantom actually was.

Bai Xinxin looked bewildered, "What failure? Rookie? What do you mean? You're trying to bluff me again!" she said coquettishly while gently stroking Wanda's strongly protruding pectoral muscles with her hand.

With that, the two had no intention of lingering. Zhong Wan hugged the divine statue to her chest and walked outward following Chen Jingshu.

"You deliberately chose not to find anyone else, yet you chose him? That reason is too far-fetched." Wan'er finally chimed in, thinking to herself: *Once I'm done with this beauty salon, I'll never work with someone like you again; your character is too rotten.*

The bright sun hung high overhead, and that heatless sunlight shone upon her face, making her brown pupils a few shades lighter, resembling the eyes of a cat.

His yawn came at such an opportune moment, making everyone feel as though Zhang Shan was completely indifferent to the whole affair.

She was not a fool. No matter how reluctant she was, she and he were now in a partnership, grasshoppers tied to the same rope. She had to synchronize whatever information she knew with him as much as possible, so as to gain Lu Xiurui's trust and seek self-preservation.

Zhong Wan trusted the elderly master. After all, if he had wanted to harm her, he wouldn't have saved her time and time again.

Han Jun could hardly believe his eyes. Just as they stepped off the award podium, the team leader found him and the coach, telling them that Lin Zhonglong had posted a status on social media containing only three words.

To ordinary people, it had great collectible value, but to Zhang Shan, it was just some old junk with little practical use.

Taking out the magic mirror, Wan'er suddenly thought of a way. She switched the mirror to call mode. Over on the other side, Jiang Feng sensed the signal.

Her hair was cut very short, as messy as a large chicken coop. Her dark and sallow skin was covered in freckles. Yet she was quite tall. To become a yellow-faced woman at such a young age—she was even more pathetic than Sister Zhang.

With the fury and hatred of a top-tier grade-four alchemist grandmaster, Qiyun Spirit Island had very few Dark Leopard realm powerhouses who could withstand it, let alone the fact that Jiang Xincheng was only two thousand five hundred years old this year and had already cultivated alchemy to such a realm. There was a very high possibility for him to step into the realm of the Pill King in this lifetime, so how could Qi Baozhou dare to lecture Jiang Xincheng?

"Just for this matter?" Among all the vice-presidents, Jero was the only official without real power and with the lowest presence, but now, as he spoke, the academy's leadership realized that this seemingly invisible vice-president appeared to play a pivotal role.