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"What is it?" asked the old Daoist Lingxu with extreme smugness. He had wanted to do this for a long time, but Wang Sheng hadn't agreed before, though he hadn't forced the issue either. This time, however, when Qingling returned and mentioned Wang Sheng's plan, the old Daoist could no longer sit still, and neither could the Grand Master.

Shen Luoyan firmly refused to believe that the thick-skinned and black-hearted Marquis of Honor would make a blunder during the operation, let alone be foolish enough to set fire to the building and get trapped red-handed by Li Mi. Therefore, no matter how she looked at or analyzed the matter, she felt that it was permeated with strangeness everywhere.

Originally, Ye Jiangchuan intended to sell Absolute Gold as well, but after Yun Shushi's reminder, a Grandmaster of Tea Ceremony could sell a tea-brewing opportunity just once, and since he had many such commodities of his own, Ye Jiangchuan took back the Absolute Gold.

Since even the mainland did not possess it, it was even less likely for a remote place like Zhufeng Island to know about it.

However, expelling the toxins that had entered his body was not so simple and would take a certain amount of time. Therefore, Qin Zhaotian focused the vast majority of his energy on internal detoxification, using only a fraction of his energy externally to barely fend off the attacks of the Desolation Sand King.

"Lord Duke, please offer your critique on the performance just now." Master Yu, representing the group, asked Wang Sheng for his comments. Everyone was filled with anticipation, especially the performing masters, who were even more eager to hear professional opinions on their playing from someone with professional expertise.

"The meaning of those words is precisely my meaning. In this match, you are going to lose to my brother," the Scorpion said coldly. With a sudden stomp of his foot, a loud crash echoed out as the stones beneath him shattered instantly, sending flying debris scattering in all directions with an impressive momentum.

"Here it comes again, here it comes again! Can't you just not open the formation? Is it not agonizing to only be able to smell it without being able to eat it? This is simply going too far!" A man living next door to the courtyard smelled the rich aroma, scratched the wall in frustration, and let out a roar of agony and fury.

Just as he started to speak, however, his pupils shrank violently. Without wasting a single word of nonsense, Chen Fan violently swung his right hand forward right then and there.

The crucial point was that Tang Ying had built a theater chain overseas, which meant that it would be much easier for Tang Ying's films to be distributed abroad in the future. Even domestic film companies wishing to distribute movies internationally would inevitably have to rely on Tang Ying and have her handle overseas distribution.

Shen Ping and Cao Xue's arrival drew people's attention. After greeting Cao Xue, several people cast curious glances at Shen Ping.

The air in the tomb was somewhat damp, carrying a faint scent of decay. Looking ahead, it was a gigantic cavern—or rather, a palace.

"Really?" Shen Ping said as he took off his coat, sat down on the sofa as well, and then lifted Li Bingbing's legs onto his lap, feeling their smooth texture through her silk stockings.

This had turned into a one-sided massacre. Every single spatial creature that emerged from the spatial vortex was immediately crushed into a pulp of flesh and thrown onto the open ground outside the perimeter wall, whereupon a corresponding summoned variant would step down to feed.

However, the moment he circulated his Dharma power, the white clouds beneath his feet suddenly stirred up billows of white mist, which corroded his emitted Dharma power like sulfuric acid.

Jiang Zhongye laughed heartily, offered a few more words of blessing, and then led Jiang Ling and Du out.

After walking for a while, it was still a chaotic blankness. Just as I was growing somewhat anxious, the faint sound of a zither suddenly chimed ahead.

Gu Nuan was completely unaware of these disciples' psychological state; right now, she simply wanted to shake them off and didn't even need to walk—she could just fly.

Armani, the veteran goalkeeper who had rushed out, felt a streak of white light flash before his eyes. He instinctively shuddered and threw his hands up to shield his face.

Moreover, the original body of this divine rake was merely a Dharma artifact, not a true weapon, and its attack power had a certain upper limit.

"Daoist Heshan is a long-established hero of the pugilistic world, how could he easily deceive us?" Cheng Bushi continued.

Chen Yi felt a slight stirring in her heart. She finished the last mouthful of food in her lunchbox, then carried it away to wash it.

Seeing that his first move had failed, Yun Dingxing executed another. His twin fists moved like clubs, continuously unleashing eighteen fist shadows that struck toward Han Shizhong's neck. Han Shizhong stamped his foot on the ground and instantly retreated six or seven paces, dodging Yun Dingxing's barrage of fist shadows.

Of course, the primary reason was that damaging state property was illegal and could potentially lead to a prison sentence, so Zhang晓晓 (Zhang Xiaoxiao) dismissed the thought and began obediently sewing clothes to make money.

Because since there was a knock on the door, it proved that it wasn't Jiang, Ling, or Qi, as they always pushed the door open directly upon entering.

Li Gu, however, was even more baffled now. He looked at the wine-obsessed old man in utter bewilderment. Seizing the moment while Li Gu was stunned, Shi Quansheng slipped away from under his sword. Tucking Fang Lin under his arm, he vanished without a trace in just a few bounds.

Ever since then, she would come to place fresh flowers at Ji Mo's grave whenever she had free time, and today was no exception.

From the relevant data on the Haven of Souls, Feng Qian also knew that there was a magical force within the Haven of Souls that suppressed the soul power of cultivators. No matter how powerful a postnatal cultivator was, the soul power they could project within the Haven of Souls would not exceed ten zhang, and this was the most fatal part.

A fist and a sword collided with a deafening crash. After a crisp sound, the wind of the fist and the sword Qi annihilated simultaneously, but the spot where they collided instantly twisted and ultimately shattered right before their eyes, obliterating into existence a black-hole-like entity.

This sword, before even being unsheathed, filled Qin Yan, who had just unleashed the *Great Sun Future Sutra* nearby, with utter terror.

Making such a decision in secret wrenched her heart! It hurt so much that her heart felt as though it were shattering. She left the Forbidden City as the city lights flickered to life and pedestrians swarmed the streets.

"Understood. If there's nothing else, I'll go back and handle it first," Zhan Weiguo said, turning to walk back out.

Struggling with difficulty to the very front, the time had almost arrived, and the staff signaled that entry was permitted, so he surged forward ahead of everyone else.

Fang Jun followed behind, and upon hearing such sycophantic flattery, he silently praised the master of records for his eloquence, only to find that Lord Xu detested such talk.