Thirty-five thousand thirty-five

Lin Yong also gathered his strength and swam toward the deep sea, swinging his tail as he examined his new body.

“Hmph, after all, it has been defiled by the name cultivated by a cultivator. Xuesha, you are no longer pure,” Guizang shook his head.

Su Huai looked around and saw Zhu Kuan approaching him. “Senior,” Su Huai greeted with a cupped hand. As soon as he spoke, he regretted not addressing him as Master, fearing Zhu Kuan would yell again. After waiting in silence for a while, Su Huai looked up at Zhu Kuan, only to find his gaze heavy and contemplative.

“Don’t mention it. I just got back and was beaten badly by my old man; my whole body still aches! And he told me to get lost as far away as possible,” Li Changqing said, rubbing his arm.

“To show my respect for you, I’ll let you taste my strongest strike,” Tie Lin declared, then swung his long sword toward Mu Zifei while simultaneously unleashing eight sword energies that enveloped Mu Zifei. Mu Zifei roared and charged forward.

Indeed, Lin Feng’s spear was no mere ornament. Every thrust was honed through countless battles, aimed at the opponent’s fatal points. Even if the enemy’s cultivation was far superior, once he gained the upper hand, he would seize every opportunity.

“Forget it, let’s take it one step at a time! I’ll first set up a formation! Give me the talisman!” Zhang Jin said.

Qi Lin furrowed his brow, unsure whether the message from Qi Qi’s divine talisman was good or bad. He was about to head to Huaguo Mountain when suddenly a bamboo stick fell before him, blocking his path.

“Sorry, the manager is not here. Even if he were, those two prohibited items behind you cannot be brought on the plane. Please hand them over to us for safekeeping to avoid missing your flight,” the security guard said with feigned patience.

“Twelve days? That long?” Qi Lin was surprised. Even with exhausted mana, one shouldn’t be unconscious for so long.

“Sigh, that old dragon really struck gold. No wonder he shamelessly wanted to snatch a disciple,” an elder said, openly admiring Tang Qi.

After the third game of the second half, the score difference between Guanggu No. 7 Middle School and Boxue Middle School stretched to eleven to seven.

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Though understanding these matters, Lin Man gained greatly; the origin of the Devouring Mark Technique and the backdrop of this world were slowly being unveiled.

Here, choices were scarce, and few would answer your questions. Everything was left to your own decisions. As the Great Elder’s guide this time, he had warned Tang Qi from the very start.

Among the S-Class teams in the Death Sniper League, the Shadow Team’s Starlight Plaza, the Jinggong Team’s Creek Valley Aerial Arena, and the Longyin Team’s Sea Blue Court were relatively large home venues, yet none could match one-third the capacity of CES Hall No. 1.

Every region bore distinct characteristics: the Western Wasteland was a vast expanse of barren yellow sands, while the Eastern Sea Domain was serene and tranquil.

What was worse, her superior took advantage of her drunkenness and betrayed her to an old man from a partner organization.

This lake stretched two to three thousand zhangs, clear yet bottomless. Water plants and vines were visible beneath, and the underground mud walls were covered with creeping vines, resembling an underground forest of vines.

Holding Dong Peng’s arm, Liu Wanqiong spoke as they walked. Over a month ago, Zhang Cai, director of the Luo Zhong City Finance Bureau and a corrupt official, had fled abroad with a huge sum of public funds.

Qin Chao drove Ling Wei home. Ling Wei remained unconscious. He carried her to the bed, instructed the shop staff to take care of her, then left.

Yunjin Li handed him a bag of steamed buns. Seeing his awkward expression, she smiled softly.

In the confined space, pitch black, even the Ghost Butterfly Phoenix Flame in her hand could only illuminate the ground just beneath her feet.

“Reporting to Young Master Kun, this is the madman!” The man stood, bowed slightly, and respectfully announced.

In such circumstances, this was the only option. Running meant death; staying meant death. Better to turn back and fight once more.

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Xi Jiu flinched from the sudden sharp pain, his shoulders instinctively shrinking in self-defense. Yet he did not dodge or utter a single sound of pain.

At this moment, Wang Ge, the Black Keyboard Team’s substitute commander, took charge. As his voice echoed through the team’s comms, everyone resumed their roles, and the atmosphere instantly grew tense.

He gently stopped beneath the Celestial Star Divine Tree, whose faint starlight possessed a soothing power.

Although Nan Zixuan was a film emperor with massive traffic and many fans, Xia Anning was certain that if Shi Jinfeng truly entered the entertainment industry, his popularity would surpass Nan Zixuan’s. As for fans, Shi Jinfeng’s current count had already broken a hundred million.

“Yo, shy now? But last night you were so loud,” Wang Chen teased, watching Qin Lanruo’s embarrassed expression.

“The Elf Clan?!” Fan Wuya suddenly stood excitedly and moved toward the grand hall’s entrance.

Of course, the distance between the Zhou Royal Mansion’s inner city and the family walls still required archaeological verification.

During the period around the Huayun competition, He Jing offered mostly companionship and encouragement, while Liao Linjun broadened her horizons and professional knowledge for the first time.

She still held great respect for Senior Rodi, who carried an official aura.

If that were the case, it might make sense. Yet upon closer thought, it felt suspicious. Even if there were a water world or ocean world, they would use special water sources, definitely not the water from the Daqing River. So blocking the bridge hole made sense, but how could it still be silted?