Chapter 253: Lin Mo in Seclusion? The Grand Competition Format! (Requesting Monthly Votes)

"Zhu Zi Shun? That guy who ranked first on the Liangyu leaderboard?"

Murong Taotao gazed at the handsome young man in white robes below, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

Zhongzhou has always been the sacred land of cultivation that cultivators across Jiuzhou yearned for.

The number and quality of Tianjiao from Zhongzhou are unquestionably the best in Jiuzhou.

Tianjiao from Zhongzhou have always drawn intense attention.

Even though Qinzhou pulled off a major upset this year, Zhongzhou's two Tianjiao still remain

After merely peering inside to observe, Wang Nanbei's suspicions were confirmed—the ceiling above held a vast space, fully capable of connecting to any room on this floor. Choosing this route, he believed, would make it unlikely for the bar staff to notice.

In fact, he was considering that the deities of the Wanshen River System faced problems in their cultivation; after advancing to the God Rank, breaking through major bottlenecks became extremely difficult.

These were the years when Zhou Dong was at the peak of his fame; smartphones had not yet become popular, and MP3 players became one of the most beloved electronic products among students.

From freshman to sophomore year, she endured countless silent humiliations—sometimes she fought back, but other times, she could only helplessly endure.

Wang Xi, the seemingly well-mannered young master of the Wang family, had finally lost his temper completely, no longer caring about the setting—he lunged at Wu Menghan.

Among the inner circle of the Men Organization who knew and understood the core of the Dark Biological Transformation Project, some held this belief. They were not fooling themselves—they genuinely thought this way. Logically, those who had cultivated to the Martial Artist level, manifesting their fist intent, were rarely foolish.

Is this merely out of fear she might run away, or do they know the purpose of Huaqing Sect and deliberately steer them clear?

The instant Lin Yan'er saw him, Ao Ye shivered—he loved his senior, but she was simply too beautiful, too stunning; when her cold, elegant gaze fell upon him, such a reaction was inevitable.

Watching the planet split apart, Lin Yi felt a surge of joy—what other sign could this be but success?

Yet tens of thousands of rebel soldiers raised not a single white flag; all fled toward the innermost part of Yongcheng—could it be that the Governor of Dongjun had poured some kind of mind-altering potion into these soldiers?

"Such a peculiar barrier," Han Dashan stepped back two paces and glanced at the other sect elders beside him.

The man had not anticipated this lord's anger; he immediately ducked his head and hid behind others, daring not to speak again.

"I haven't even settled accounts with you for your initial attack on my account, and yet you bring it up first," Zhang Jingfan said.

When Luo Xia regained consciousness, she found herself lying atop a coffin in the hall, covered by a wool blanket, with no one else present.

The scene before her was no less intense than the brutal battle she had once fought against rebels on the African continent.

After two full hours, a dark purple sword with a streak of crimson running through its center appeared before them.

Prolonged failure could cost him his military uniform, and perhaps even send him to a military tribunal.

Su Ming showed no reaction—he had seen the immortal's treasure trove of Donglian Xianzi; this meant nothing.

From the current situation, he sensed a peculiar odor—he felt things were about to turn bad.

These bandit soldiers had long occupied this area and were intimately familiar with its terrain and geography.

The rehearsal room was large; one side had a raised platform about two meters wide, upon which sat a table. Around it were multiple chairs, and across from the table, an entire wall was covered with a blackboard.

This was the most exciting treasure Emperor Hao had encountered here—he possessed the Immortal Blood, though in scarce quantity.

Then, before the bewildered gaze of E Lang and the stunned stares of everyone else, E Lang was punched by Wang Feng and sent flying into a dark corner, where his figure vanished.