Chapter 170: Merge the Cave Mansion! Did the Elixir Courtyard

"Lin Mo, where did you get so many contribution points?"

Zhuang Weiwang looked at Lin Mo's actions with some surprise.

If she remembered correctly, Lin Mo had gone to the Linlang Mirage of the Hui Ling Academy.

Isn't that a Foundation Establishment realm Mirage?

Even with incredible luck and top-tier rewards, he shouldn't have earned this much.

Lin Mo smiled and said, "Sister Zhuang, you don't know yet? Yesterday afternoon on the Sword Arena, I took first place in the hundred-man contest."

The Daoist arts of Maoshan are numerous, for they often involve battling all sorts of demons and spirits, so Maoshan disciples frequently find themselves in danger. The ancestors of Maoshan long ago anticipated this, hence the creation of summoning the Five Ghosts, the Five Generals, and other such spirit soldiers—this spirit soldier incantation is one of Maoshan's secret techniques.

Chen Xiaohé, Lü Wei, and Wang Chen never expected that the Weilong spicy strips, worth only one yuan in their eyes, would be so precious in Shengli Dan.

"As long as you can hold off Huang Kang, the rest are no threat," Tang Juan said.

"Don't worry—Chen Yi won't be harmed. Elder Ye Wuxin is immensely powerful; if he meant to do anything to Chen Yi, he wouldn't have gone through all this trouble—he could've acted long ago." Zhang Yun truly wasn't concerned for Chen Yi's safety, but if Li Qingxuan went, the situation might turn unpredictable.

Jin Qiao was now stable; having just won a great battle, everyone's morale was high, and with abundant supplies sent from the Buddhist Realm, even without Lu Zheng, they could still hold out against Heaven's assaults.

"Your master?" The mantis player was stunned. Did the top-ranked male gunner in the national server even have a master?

Brothers fight together, father and son charge into battle—Zhu Chongba thought. This time, besides enlisting his second brother, he had other brothers—within his family, from Chongyi to Chongqi, all were trustworthy forces.

Behind every successful man stands a harmonious family—this is certain.

The first wave of bottom-lane level-two rush: Lanxi's side seized level two first, but Shengli Dan wasn't passive—they retreated early to their turret.

These were all disciples of the Xia Chuan family; here, they had no legitimate status—killing them was no big deal.

This was definitely an orchestrated stunt by the Olympic Committee; otherwise, how could such a coincidence happen?

In the afternoon, Zhao Tiezhu returned to the company. Seeing Lin Wan??'s office empty, he walked in carrying several documents. Lin Wan?? was bent over, carefully reviewing the company's recent accounts, completely unaware Zhao Tiezhu had entered.

Ye Chen rubbed his chin and studied the thin old man once more, thinking to himself: this guy might truly possess true fire; otherwise, where could that trace of true fire essence in the beast fire have come from? Even if he didn't have true fire himself, he must be connected to it somehow.

In the next few rounds, Su Yuchè's luck was excellent, but Ya Ya was terrible—she lost several times and was forced to reveal several secrets, even admitting she'd sneaked off to a bar behind her family's back.

Before Wang Xiao Kun could finish speaking, Minister Yu summoned guards and had him forcibly ejected.

Ye Chen didn't reply; he stood silently, his heart pounding—how could he not be stirred at the prospect of meeting an old friend?

Su Jinxī turned her gaze and gave Ye Youyao a slight nod, signaling she was fine. Then she continued gazing into the grand hall.

Although she hadn't heard the song's title, one lyric—"I'm eating fried chicken in People's Square"—fit perfectly; if she wasn't mistaken, it was almost certainly the song's name.

In reality, as a supermassive city with over five million people, the most prosperous districts of the Refugee City were comparable to those of first- and second-tier cities, even rivaling the capital's splendor.

Forget it—he pulled another length of the chain out from the wall, shuffled over to Huai Jiang, lifted her to lean against the side, pinched the silk cloth with his fingers, and pulled—untying it.