Chapter 138: already taken, daily update eleven thousand, begging for monthly tickets

468 already taken, daily update eleven thousand, begging for monthly tickets

The moment he took out that pill, the Sect Master could no longer wait and used his palm wind to suck the pill away.

"Ma Wu, Wang Liu, kill this shamelessly boastful crazy old man for me," the cavalry leader ordered.

This place, Jiao Yanshou had never brought Duan Yan to, and even the nearby area, Duan Yan had never set foot in either.

"Of course I know, you could say this is the organization I admire the most! Moreover, the One-Eyed Anti-War Alliance and humanity are good friends, fighting the Yin faction together to protect peace—we are comrades-in-arms." Chen Bo's voice grew louder and louder as he spoke at the end; one could tell he truly worshipped this organization.

The young disciple nodded in shock. If Bai Luo said so, then it was definitely correct. Among all the disciples of Qingyun Gate, Bai Luo's sensitivity to spiritual energy was the strongest.

When Lin Le and his two companions walked in, there were already guests in the hall. Five richly dressed, immortal-armor-clad cultivators were discussing a few items with a green-robed elder of the fourth Refining God realm in front of a tea table.

After Linghu Bai finished speaking, allowing Wu Yidao to truly serve him like a horse or ox, the other party simply shut his mouth and stopped talking.

However, at that time he had no way out and had no choice but to take a desperate gamble, putting himself in a deadly situation to find life.

Just this matter alone earned him several stern scoldings from Yang Ruoqing, lecturing the two of them with reason, plus intimidation.

When he waved his hand and summoned a protective magic treasure—this treasure was personally bestowed by Ancestor Wantian, capable of withstanding a full-power strike from a Transformation Realm expert. Even if Chen Xiao's avatar self-destructed, with this treasure, even if he was injured, he could survive.

Yun Xiao didn't need to use a single trace of spiritual energy, nor did he need to fight him to the death, to make him obediently yield the way.

Wang Mu and Ye Feng directly crossed the great bridge and charged at the two people opposite, while Wang Junhui, Wu Wei, Duan Yirui, and Yan Kuan surged simultaneously toward the two sentries at the bridgehead.

Just in terms of appearance, he had already fallen a marathon's distance behind, and with the primping on top of that, it was really... Hu Dafa didn't feel inferior, but rather felt a bit awkward and had the urge to cause trouble.

"Now that everyone is here, Yin Yue, you may begin presenting the gifts." Not bothering to hide it was Xia Zijin's style.

"Alright, no problem, I'll definitely go!" Hu Dafa rolled his eyes, thought for a moment, "Sister Wang, I won't go pick you up, I'll just head straight there!" Probably people were still watching Wang Ting right now; if he went to pick her up, it would inevitably attract attention.

Hearing Ghost Butterfly's words, Futian Mo showed little emotional change. Just an expression of "so that's how it is."

This was also a common ailment of many sects passed down through the years. After all, cultivators always secluded themselves from the world; while in closed-door cultivation, they cut off contact with the outside world, so over time, many matters left them indecisive.

However, the pills he spat out were also of absolute quality, but that quality could at most steal-feed hidden beasts. Grand Preceptor third-stage pills were once-in-a-lifetime finds—not something it could spit out just because it wanted to.

"Hehehehe." Long Xian was so angry he laughed instead. A dragon in shallow waters bitten by a dog—trash like this dared to challenge him?

"Later, that bureau chief found out and directly allocated thirty thousand to my buddy! And said my buddy had performed a great service! But that bureau chief really was a decent person!" the driver said.

Everyone's gaze, as if by unspoken agreement, fixed on Dongzi, who was already lying on the ground as if he had given up resistance.

After thinking of Zhuge Chanjuan, he looked at Yuan Anning in his arms. Before this, he had never thought of anything happening with Yuan Anning. It wasn't that he had no feelings for Yuan Anning, but rather that Zhuge Chanjuan occupied his heart, so he had never let anyone else in.

"Xintian, do you have time to gather?" At this moment, Xintian suddenly received a Sky Net transmission from Guo Feng.

"I can only sense it vaguely, it should be deep within the continent." A hint of hesitation showed in Xinping's tone.

He blocked backward, the fan in his hand stopping Lin Feng's spear tip. Fortunately, it was a spirit artifact, but Leng Qi's spear force was immensely powerful, slamming into Chu Yan's arm with agonizing pain.

The arrival wore a Western suit and trousers, with the kind of fedora popular among the underworld gangs of the 1940s and '50s. He bowed slightly, and the square kerchief on his chest was revealed.

The Blue Mist World was unimaginably vast. Xintian followed the blue giant at full speed for a full three days and nights before faintly sensing that the blue mist seemed to be thinning, yet the aura of origin law instead grew even stronger.

Since the Eight Cauldrons separated, the divine cauldrons' divine power had greatly diminished, and the power of the Innate Grade could no longer be sensed.

He impatiently tore open the envelope in his hand; inside was Zhang Long Hu's specific location.

"What are you looking at? Stay focused during battle." Just then, a moment of distraction, and he was knocked back half a step by Yuan Guang. Taking the opportunity, Yuan Guang pulled distance from him.

I couldn't quite figure it out. Isn't the Main God just the game's central brain? If the Main God dies, the central brain's done for too—no soil to plant trees in—and wouldn't those NPCs be screwed?

However, not everyone judged him by his youth. Take the two elders standing at the front of the crowd, for instance—they would not be fooled by his age.

"Envoy my lord, sorry to keep you waiting." Just entering the hall, he cupped his fists in both hands and bowed toward the person sitting in the center, drinking tea.

"Sit!" Zhao Dekai clearly did not appear flustered by Chen Cao's sudden visit; instead, he generously straightened his suit and politely invited the uninvited guest to sit.

I lit a cigarette, held it in my mouth, and took a puff. I exhaled a long breath, staring dazedly at Qiangzi.

"So you're the Turtledove who triggered the Heavenly Tribulation?" Hanna asked me. Sigh, why does everyone who hears my name have to ask that? Does the system allow name changes? I want to change mine right now. But these were just my own wishful thoughts; facing Hanna's question, I could only nod helplessly.

Junjie listened quietly. He hadn't had many sincere "exchanges" with Huang "Mao," and since he took over managing Yanxia Street, he had mostly spoken in a big-brother tone, lecturing Huang "Mao" more often than not. Equal, heart-to-heart "exchanges" like this had almost never happened.

It happened that Dr. Connor was getting off the plane at Xiangtan International Airport today. To show his respect, Zhang Zhongwei personally went to welcome him. Of course, only he himself knew that Dr. Connor had come to Huaxia to treat his father's illness; he hadn't dared to tell his own father.