Chapter 1800: Sword Cultivator, What Do You Want?

The Sun Sword Master looked again at the young man in green before him, his heart filled with awe.

How many times had this awe appeared?

A sect sword disciple wandering outside, born with keen political instinct, firm political stance, and outstanding management ability.

That was one thing.

Yet in the foundation of the Immortal Dao, he possessed such understanding that went deep into the very bones.

It was as if he were a divine being born with innate knowledge!

"Come, ask."

The Arhat danced, chanting sounds lingered, and the nameless youth looked like a Buddha, full of compassion.

However, precautions must be taken on the Huaxia side; now, we can only test whether the sample drug in hand is still effective. After patrolling the sky for about ten minutes, Ye Qiu spotted two zombies.

The heavy bell body, golden like gold, compared to before, saw its size and durability greatly improved alongside Wei Chen's rising strength, yet it still could not withstand the mad, furious strike of the Evil Dragon.

"Everyone who receives an interview notice will be met by a Ghost Officer to lead them to the Heavenly Court for the interview. The Heavenly Court has a pleasant environment and thin immortal qi; mortals breathing a few mouthfuls can strengthen their bodies, stay healthy, and live to a hundred. Welcome everyone to come for the interview," Ye Qiu spoke.

Inside the Lei Feng Pagoda, Jiang Luoshen had obtained many good things, especially on the eighth floor, where she acquired three True Seeds.

Because these spiritual herbs had been harvested too long ago, many had already died completely, with no possibility of regrowing, which made Mo Qing feel a pang of heartache.

According to Shen Xian's perception, those two divine swords were extremely high-end even among Primordial Spiritual Treasures; their killing intent made Shen Xian feel startled.

"Has he left?" Dongfang Ruyi, her eyes blurred with tears, gazed at the distant horizon, as if speaking to herself, or perhaps asking Yan Feihong.

The Golden Tiger's pair of tiger eyes revealed a bloodiness; it discovered Wei Chen's restrained spirit, let out a fierce roar, shot two blood-red beams from its eyes, and charged straight at Wei Chen's spirit.

And to attend the Fireworks Festival, one naturally needs a beautiful and elegant kimono; of course, if one wishes to be more casual or has limited means, a yukata may also be chosen.

The two photos, due to different lighting, appeared one darker and one brighter, but regardless of which, the blue-purple fingerprints stood out particularly against the pale, translucent skin, adding a touch of crimson.

The team member's voice came again; it could be seen that the team leaders of various nations, upon hearing such words, all showed surprise.

Bangga listened to advice and even suggested going to the dormitory, gathering several fellow villagers, grabbing as many supplies as possible in the chaos, taking more weapons, and then fleeing.

Seizing this opportunity, Xu Yang, lying on his back in an iron-bridge pose, rose up angrily, punched toward the sky with a thunderous boom, and then struck at Luo Tianhong in mid-air.

Suddenly, a cavalryman came galloping urgently from afar; only after being stopped by guards on all sides did Liu Yi ride forward to make contact. Since the other party wore the armor of the Han King's Palace Guards, there must be news to deliver. Relying on his extraordinary hearing, Zhao Jia overheard the content of their conversation.

At this moment, her mind was a blank, still shocked by the events of that moment; after her heart briefly stopped, it began to beat even more violently.

At the same time, a huge water tide suddenly appeared on the field, followed by the water tide spinning rapidly.

One foot stomped beside the head of Nagao Yoko; the gust of wind raised even snapped several strands of her hair, and the loud impact sound left her ears ringing.

With Li Mu's status and influence today, combined with his vigorous promotion and the product's own solid quality, sales naturally spiraled out of control.

However, this was only the beginning; the powerful sword intent seemed to take root and sprout within his body, forcing him to exert all his strength just to barely suppress it, yet his injuries grew ever more severe.

Zhou Gao Jie asked casually, as if he did not take the matter to heart, but in reality, he himself felt his own abnormality and knew that continuing like this was definitely untenable.