Chapter 122: Yun Yang: Good Friend! Gu Zhao: Pathetic!

During the tour, Gu Zhao teased Yun Yang, “Your Quanzhen Dao isn’t doing well at all!”

Yun Yang glared, “How aren’t we doing well?”

Gu Zhao counted off on his fingers, “Look at the Zhengyi Celestial Master’s Mansion—it’s even a tourist site, and it has five experts who’ve cultivated true qi. But look at you guys…”

The Xi Jing Eight Immortals Palace has only two, including you, and even Yan Du’s Bai Yunguan relies solely on Yi Hong Daozhang to hold up the front.

“How can that be the same?” Yun Yang snapped, “Longhu Tianshan…”

Lu Xuan was only sixth-rank when he left the Beijing Base City, so he only described to Wang Yu what fifth- and sixth-rank adepts were like; Wang Yu knew nothing about the seventh-rank realm.

Luo Tian stopped fifteen meters away from the other and said sternly, “Lord of Kuangfeng City, what is it you’ve been seeking me for lately?” He chose this distance because if the other tried to ambush him, he was certain he could unleash a spell to severely wound them before escaping.

Long Qianxun’s thoughts were far from Qing Yi’s; he believed Qing Yi would find it no easy task to kill him. He glanced at Qing Yi, gripped Panlong, and leapt again, slamming down toward Qing Yi.

“Are you going to bring up joining the guild again…?” Lu Yu squinted, thinking how to dodge the topic, when his eyes caught a certain figure—his heart jolted sharply.

But oddly enough, Xuan Yuan Ye’s wicked smirk had completely bewitched Shangguan Feng.

After exiting the ‘mist’ forest, a vast sea of ‘flowers’ appeared before her—beautiful, breathtakingly so. She stepped gently toward the ‘flowers,’ afraid of startling the ‘flower’ fairies and ‘flower’ butterflies; she never imagined the other side of the ‘mist’ forest could be so stunning.

One day later, Long Qianxun sensed someone approaching and immediately hid himself and Tie Ruoran and the others.

Xinyi? That sounded familiar. Zhong Shan racked his brain but couldn’t recall where he’d heard the name.

After spreading out all the beans, Tian Tian brought over a folded stack of cloth, laid it over the beans, then began sprinkling water to dampen the cloth covering them.

But no one responded to Long Qianxun. He scanned around and found no beasts near him at all.

Like retired soldiers, recalled to a unit that, in some sense, no longer existed, still instinctively reacting to an emergency assembly call.

The strange sound grew closer, gradually approaching this direction. The three held their breath, not daring to make a sound; their hearts pounded ‘thump-thump,’ and Silly’s face broke into a cold sweat—her hands gripped her magic staff tightly.

If Lord Quan found out, I feel our Seventh Universe would be erased by Lord Quan’s own hand.

All who could still stand clenched their fists; most of them held their heads high, so that the tears rapidly gathering in their eyes wouldn’t spill out—only the mountain wind, heavy with the scent of gunpowder, slowly dried them until not a trace remained.

“His robot’s power boost is even stronger?” Luo Tian fell into thought again, his eyes tinged with greed.

His master was Bai Yifei, the Blood Robe Marquis, who commanded a hundred thousand troops of Han for Ji Wuye, clad in red, reclining lazily on his chair.

“I haven’t done anything—I’m just doing what I want to do,” Chen Mo shook his head and smiled.

One of the special forces soldiers quickly began setting up a radio, preparing to contact the navy to launch Tomahawk cruise missiles.

As they spoke, Muse and the robot breached the cosmic space and swiftly approached the spaceship.