Chapter 211: Urgent, Urgent, Urgent: Jade Palace Assembly Order

Urgent, urgent, urgent: Jade Palace Assembly Order

When Qin Tian heard that Chen Rui had threatened his sister's family members to keep her from leaving him.

"Can you tell a Yue person is a Yue person, if after more than half a year of sinicization, his appearance and demeanor are nearly identical to a Han person?" Xie Xin asked with a sly smile.

"With your level of ambition, I fear you won't even last until dinner." Ming Shen let out a light laugh, then glanced at the old nurse beside her; these seasoned veterans were sharp enough—she stepped forward, seized Jin Yanjiao's arms, and placed a bronze basin brimming with boiling water into her hands, forcing her to hold it high above her head.

One sentence left Fan Qiaoqiao stunned, her hand over her mouth—she had always assumed it was because Yayi had become pregnant with Weishi's child that she decided to marry him. Could Yayi's child actually be Ling Lie's?

Yan Yue's tears swirled in her eyes, held back again and again, yet finally fell. The first time she saw Xuan Yuan Yaohui after so long, he didn't remark on the disappearance of her birthmark, nor ask about her current condition—instead, with just three simple words, "I'm with you," he drew immeasurably close to her.

Watching Xuan Yuan Xiao gently caress Wu Long, Han Liang had no choice—he immediately hurled the Anle Bell toward it.

Watching the Grand Sacrificer, also a divine-level expert, yet Jia Luan, Qing Ye showed not the slightest intention to yield.

"What? You say she came back to life and doesn't recognize you at all?" Fan Wukong raised his wine jar into the air, then froze, startled.

After all, hope—such a thing—was, for him, nothing but a damn fantasy existing only in dreams.

"But we already sent the Lightning Panther to Tokyo—could he…?" One of the two men dared to voice his doubt; no one dared speak up unless it was an especially critical mission.

To gain Li Xiaoya's influence, the Holy Sword Alliance had threatened, kidnapped, and even attempted to kill her more than once—luckily, Ye Han Xiao's arrival resolved her temporary crisis.

This time, Ding Sanyang carried twenty or thirty five-hundred-year medicinal herbs to sell; having learned from his last mistake, he dared not sell any thousand-year herbs—he walked straight down the street without choosing, for there was only one herbal medicine shop here; he glanced at its facade, which was not large, even somewhat shabby.

Jiao Dashi heard the seriousness in Chu Han's voice, his heart stirred—he suspected there might be more to this matter, and nodded heavily: "Fine, do as you say. If I get any news, I'll contact you." With that, Jiao Dashi hung up the phone.

You can only tear the corresponding item's tag—if you tear the wrong one, you get eliminated, adding considerable difficulty to the rescue; after Zhang Yao chased after them, he could only hinder Fu Haiquan and Zheng Kai—there was nothing else he could do.

Two arrows struck the deer almost simultaneously—one through the head, one through the tail—the deer let out a long, mournful cry and fell unwillingly.

"I don't need your help—I have my own way." Ding Sanyang had no intention of groveling to that spider spirit—he planned to use his own method.

Immediately after, a massive, agile figure emerged from the darkness, wielding a wild axe as he slashed and hacked forward with overwhelming force, as if capable of splitting mountains and overturning seas.

If he learned of Xiao Tianchen's trap, he would rage beyond measure—returning now would be tantamount to walking straight into death.

"You two stay back—I can handle this." Ding Sanyang raised his wild blade, demonstrating his strength—as if telling the demonic wolves behind him that he was invincible.

Just as he shook his head, that terrifying sword light struck without mercy upon Xi Zhen Shan's fire lotus.

So the moment Mu Yuan appeared, Xi Zhen Shan immediately sensed him—he leapt out and shouted a sharp accusation.

Ban Ruo had spent only a brief time with Shui Er, yet for some reason, her heart ached so painfully.

Halfway along the path, Jian Xiake saw a figure walking slowly ahead—he recognized the man as the Barefoot Immortal, and suddenly conceived a brilliant idea.

Seeing her so certain, Pei Qian frowned skeptically, "Really? Ghost-shaved hair?" She had always believed it was her eldest brother-in-law who had poisoned them.

"Nezha was three years! That's a god they're carrying!" Pei Qian's heart eased, her tone lightening.

Poor families discovered soybeans could be pressed for oil—so long as they didn't want the soybean cake, they could get oil for free; most people left the cakes behind, and she planned to ferment them into sauce starter.

"So that's why—the gray-robed ghost—why did it drain my yang energy?" I continued asking my master.

"Wait here—I'll go discuss this with Brother Fan." Xie Bi'an spoke to me, then his body instantly appeared beside Fan Wujiu.

The two Dallas players felt a whooshing sound like wind beside them, then their vision blurred—Li Fei vanished from his original position.

He wore a solemn expression, a flash of sharpness in his eyes, and instantly hurled the spirit-gathering array's flags into the air.

"As the saying goes: live off the mountains, live off the water. The great rivers stretch thousands of miles east to west across Huaxia, naturally giving rise to many martial artists who make their living from the rivers—and from them, numerous gangs emerged; among them, the Great River Gang is the most famous and the strongest!" Liu Yu continued.

"If that's the case, then from this moment on, your instructor is this man." Xiang Yu pushed Zhao Jiulong forward onto the stage.

This method was accidentally discovered by the first patriarch of Tianling Sect, who cultivated it to perfection and developed the Three Battle Bodies technique, thereby founding Tianling Sect.

A single tear fell, landing on the Test-of-Heart Stone—the stone glowed, and Bai Mu was teleported again—but this time, it was over. It was truly finished.