Chapter 315: Sword Technique Inheritance

Who knew Yu Chengzhu's Mystery Changing Sword Art had already seized the initiative—she wasn't just blindly thrusting her sword forward, but had planned this all along.

As expected, after saying this, Lin Qingru saw Fu Chengxuan's previously enthusiastic expression instantly wither like frostbitten leaves.

Clearly, she could not accept the fact of being ignored by her senior sister; Zhang Danfeng nodded slightly, understanding her meaning, and her words were partly true—though they carried emotional weight, and isn't emotion itself part of the truth?

Shen Hui acted as if he hadn't noticed her deep resentment, walked up to her, bent down, and lightly tapped her forehead.

After returning from Mai Tian, Mai Wanwan applied the powder Mai Tian had given her and put on a face mask that night.

The cave held nothing but a burning firepit and some messy straw bedding.

They were all equally fond of boasting and speaking bluntly; everyone suddenly felt much closer to Shen Hui.

Hmm, physical contact seems to heighten romantic tension—could he really have meant something double-edged, with hidden intent?

As for Tom, who had his competition eligibility revoked first for violating the rules, he had no face to show up at such an event and could only stay holed up in his dorm, watching Star TV alone.

Shui Jianyue sat beside him, saying nothing, appearing calm and detached, quietly scribbling and drawing on a tattered notebook with mysterious intent.

Meanwhile, over a dozen dragons of varying colors surrounded the Azure Dragon, each opening its mouth to bite into its body.

Picking up his phone, Yang Tian found an unread text message from Qin Fei: asking why he hadn't answered the call, and whether something had happened.

"Officer, hello, my name is Xujian Luoli," the guest said nervously, speaking timidly.

Xia Xun did not doubt it, for the fact that this old Daoist appeared here meant the will of the palace atop Immortal Walk Mountain.

Yet the moment he spoke, the stunned expressions of the cultivators around him turned to slack-jawed shock.

Er Gou, mouth full of rice, said: "I'm here to find my boss, but I don't know where he is."

Fortunately, Shui Jianyue wore a thick coat with a hood today, perfect for concealing these headphones.

"You must be Qinghu, one of the Black Tiger Gang's Four Warlords," Zhao Tiezhu said, growing cautious facing such an opponent.

Cai Di was already a senior, his complexion pale and sallow, hair thinning; at barely twenty, he looked far older than the students around him, and now seemed half-asleep, half-carried forward by several boys.

This condition typically occurs when a Qi Refining cultivator suffers severe injury, or when an elderly person's body deteriorates and approaches death.

Perhaps in Feng Shaohao's mind, Tong Xin was still that foolish, slow-to-realize Tong Xin.

Yet among these opinions, without doubt, all praised Xu Zhen's stage performance—as if everyone had forgotten Liu Lining's act entirely.

Shelley sneered, waved her hand, and giant wooden spikes erupted from the ground toward the two of them.

If choosing to fight, I have a seventy percent chance of victory, and I can also learn about this planet's human combat capabilities through battle.

The living room's furnishings were simple—just some furniture, with potted plants placed in corners and on tables and cabinets.

"These mountains seem taller than they were last night!" Hongyi remarked.

Li Zitang's tears spilled uncontrollably again as she slowly said: "Yes, he was attacked by a second-rank giant snake while saving me. To preserve his body from dying, I injected zombie virus blood into him. Li Bin is a mental-type, and so was that giant snake."

Tong Xin, who had already lost her child, had become as heart-dead as ashes; she no longer feared Feng Shaohao at all.

Ao Qing swiftly flew up, zipping onto Xin Ji's arm, coiling his dragon body around it several times, pressing tightly against Xin Ji—a warm sensation surged through his heart, calming him slightly.

Sun Yumin's peripheral vision had already taken in everything on the highway; he had considered various scenarios, including the machine gun on the vehicle—that would be Zhou Shanjun's stage.

Tang Chunhong's identity was told to him by Lu Man; she was Lu Man's good friend, and Sun Yumin had always trusted her deeply. Zhao Lei, though he applied for the transfer himself, was someone the other side demanded he find a way to bring over.

Or is this an illusion? Or a formation? As I examined the surrounding rock walls, I ran through every possible explanation.

"What do you mean?" Voldemort, barely pried out by Quirrell, felt suffocated—he would have died again just now if not for the still-intact Horcrux.

Fortunately, Chef Zhang's cooking was indeed excellent; at least Harry had shown no signs of poisoning so far.

As for the others, excluding Meipangguzai and Lan San, all had leveled up together.

When I stepped across the threshold of the Paper-Zhao Shop holding the white Banyan Flower, a red shadow suddenly appeared before me.

"Brother Lu has arrived…" The person upstairs had already heard the carriage's sound and risen to check; seeing it was indeed the one he awaited, he immediately came down to the staircase to greet him.