Chapter 177: Fire Control and Refining Medicinal Liquid!

"Bald... uh, Feng Shixiong!"

Lin Mo raised his hand, looking behind the other person with a hesitant expression, but he did not see the figure of Chu Wange.

The bald Feng Shixiong seemed to notice his gaze and said with a smile:

"Junior Sister Chu is a newly promoted inner sect disciple. This first season ranking after her promotion is very important to her, so she will likely need to stay in the main hall's alchemy room to refine pills for these next few days."

"Senior Sister Chu is actually that busy?"

"That's right, these two—"

These were all ancient Heavenly Venerates, Ancient Emperors, and Great Emperors. At the Saint level, they were countless times stronger than the Immortal Third Slash Dao Realm! However, even heavenly tribulations must follow the rules of heaven and earth; it was not yet time for these humanoid lightning bolts to take the field.

Of course, this would incur extremely serious karma, but Shi Hao, Ye Fan, and the others didn't care; they hadn't done this sort of thing any less often anyway.

The club's top management was quite excited. During this period, when they were in contact with Li Chuanrui and Ma Jing, they clearly felt a sense of isolation.

Now that Liu Jun held the real power, the relationship between the two had eased somewhat, which was a good thing; otherwise, if their relationship deteriorated, he would be caught in the middle, finding it difficult to act.

Lin Wantang watched helplessly as the Wu woman knelt down, speaking polite words, but her body didn't move an inch.

Li Ning sat upright below Zhang Zhenglu, his hands resting on his knees, also looking quite unsightly.

Therefore, after Xiao Changfeng investigated all the suspicious details clearly, he entered the palace to report to the Empress Dowager for the second time.

Su Nianyun watched Su Ming's indignant appearance, unable to stop herself; she swallowed the words she had intended to continue saying.

"Forget it, it seems Lu Tianzhao's life is not meant to end yet. This place is the hinterland of the Mad Lion Army; we cannot stay long. Let's return to Misty Cloud Marsh," Chen Tianshun finally said helplessly after looking around.

Afterward, Ye Nantian also turned around, preparing to leave, but he stopped the moment he stepped out of the main hall.

However, the shock had not ended there. As Xiang Hao gripped his large hand, the countless broken blade fragments that had been sent flying suddenly flew back, all shooting toward the Second Master.

That is to say, Xuanyuan Wujin had teleported a mile in a few breaths; this speed was extremely impressive.

"Do you still want to continue fighting? Old wretch, if I slaughter you, your Dragon King Manor should collapse as well," Xiang Ba sneered.

When the previous generation's Dark Void King and the Dark Void King fled, Jiang Yu had already marked them with matter using a special ability.

Suddenly, a majestic force of origin surged from Fang Yi's body, silent and without any warning, covering them in an overwhelming manner.

"Alright, everyone, we are now entering the final segment of the auction. Please look at this piece of wood..." the auctioneer said.

This was a teahouse. When Fang Yi arrived, he not only saw Cai Qin but also saw Bai Jie.

Monk Puzhen followed Zen Master Wuguang as a disciple for two days, after which he took over for his master, sitting in the thatched hut under the cliff, knocking on a wooden fish and chanting scriptures every day.

Old Zhu sent the Crescent Axe along with the Xiangong into the Taiwei Cave Heaven, placing the magnificent Xiangong at the foot of the Magic Treasure Mountain.

This python was immensely strong, and its Gold Dao Technique was incomparably fierce. Xiang Hao estimated that its realm corresponded to the peak of the Human Race's Nourishing Dao Realm, but because the Golden Python's physique was powerful, it was far stronger than others in the same realm; no wonder Leng Hanyan was no match.

Space shattered, the horizon collapsed, and that vast and magnificent Dark Night Square collapsed instantly. Only the Vermillion Bird Altar, which had been passed down by the Ancient Demon Race for a thousand years, barely managed to remain, swaying and on the verge of falling in this constantly trembling world.

"Why do this?" Li Yan frowned. Logically speaking, she didn't know Qingyi's true identity, nor did she have any friendship with her; why would she make such a huge sacrifice for her?

However, another voice in her heart was saying: No, Rong Xi has no feelings for him; otherwise, how could she kick him? And kick him so hard? ===== CHAPTER 178 =====