Chapter 242: FIRST VICTORY! THE JIUZHOU GRAND COMPETITION! (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"Are you all ready?"

Zhi Zi Shun, acting as the temporary referee, glanced at the two sides standing opposite each other and asked this.

Lin Chenran lightly tapped the card slot on his waist, filled with five or six slots, and said to Lin Mo across from him:

"Hehe, of course!"

During previous sparring, even in that initial mass brawl, he had never pulled out more than three slots.

This time, he took them all out and hung them at his waist—clearly intending to

"Head immediately to Anzhou. The Three Heavenly Dynasties are invading in unison; our forces there have only thirty-odd Immortals of Heaven, unlikely to hold out. Take Xiahou Yuan and Dian Wei with you as precaution. If the enemy does not deploy Golden Immortals, we hold our ground. But if they break the rules, show them no mercy." Liu Xie frowned.

"He probably has a self-harming streak." Geng Haoshi nodded while digging a large lump of snot from his nostril.

Although the wooden horse had many shortcomings, as equipment for mounted infantry, it was excellent and would not cause such problems.

Bai Li Changfeng's heart was a tangle of emotions: joy that Hehuan had not lost her memory, sorrow that she had concealed the truth of her amnesia, forcing him to live each day in boundless regret.

Several days later, today Su Qingge sat with her precious son watching a computer, eating a full plate of golden chicken wings, utterly content.

Jiu'er had been feeling irritable, and now, hearing their chattering, she tightened her brow even more.

"Did you just carry them back like this?!" I stared at the stacks of Maoye bills and asked in surprise.

After Teacher Zhao left, Chen Dong ran out from behind a building and waved at Chen Ping.

Jing Lichen forcibly pulled her into his arms, glanced at the dejected Jing Yu, then leaned down and bit her lips hard.

Yuan Yuan, meanwhile, was speechless with rage. He snorted angrily, turned away, and resumed admiring the painterly figure.

After a full meal, the Prefect wanted Gao Fei to stay overnight and leave tomorrow, but Gao Fei politely declined, as he was uneasy about his mother at the inn.

Ma Cuihua rolled on the ground, then scrambled up, her hair disheveled and covered in dust, screaming as she lunged at Liu Changhe, swinging her broom wildly at him.

She was pregnant; Cao Yue, considerate, told her not to manage affairs—he would handle them. She was naturally delighted.

Wang Guozheng spoke thus, and Bai Ma Jun nodded, listening intently. Undeniably, Wang Guozheng was a senior with more experience; as a junior, one had no reason not to listen—whether the advice was good, bad, or anything else, one must first listen, then speak afterward.

"Alright, let's go together!" The other two also nodded. Then the four of them left the cave dwelling and walked straight down the mountain toward the outer disciple zone.

But he had realized back then that the infant could never appear in the outside world. He did not know the infant's current condition within Yu Hao's spiritual sense, and dared not enter Yu Hao's spiritual sense again rashly.

"You can't look at me like that. You should thank me for sparing your life." Zhao Hao shook his head softly.

"Fine, just one drink, then that's it, okay?" Kristin said nervously as she stepped into the elevator.

At that moment, the white-haired elder and others had lost their minds, drawing blades against each other and fighting in a frenzy—hugging, biting, brutally vicious. The white-haired elder shouted: "The Soleil Technique belongs to me alone!" He grabbed one man, his palm searing hot, melting a gaping hole in the man's throat, then opened his mouth and bit down like gnawing on a lamb leg.