Chapter 280: Too Much Internal Circulation

Zheng Fa had no time to play God; he was currently guarding Tang Lingwu as she prepared to break through to the fourth layer of Qi Condensation.

It took nearly a year of cultivation to reach the fourth layer of Qi Condensation; this speed was neither fast nor slow.

Compared to Zheng Fa, who achieved Foundation Establishment in less than a year, Tang Lingwu was naturally inferior.

But compared to Han Qi and others, she was quite fast, after all, she possessed a single spiritual root.

If one considered that the spiritual qi in the nursing home was not so abundant—Tang Lingwu's efforts were imaginable.

Among the few people in the nursing home

After a while, Father returned from outside; I could hear the stealthy sound of him placing the iron bucket on the ground, afraid of Mother hearing it.

Bufenheim looked closely; this captive was none other than the Second Divine Son, Gaddras. Poseidon's genetic inheritance was strange; all ten of his sons were twins. Gaddras was responsible for Atlantis's military affairs, the second most powerful Divine Son, and his ancestor was a twin with the Great Divine Son, Atlas.

However, the toad had no good intentions either. With their cultivation, they could not yet enter the depths to obtain the Nine-Dragon Divine Fire Cover, let alone Feng Yi with his cultivation. If he entered, Feng Yi would surely die. This showed how vicious his heart was; he was simply a knife that killed without drawing blood.

Only the wind sounded, rippling the lake water; slowly, a human face appeared amidst the undulating waves.

Another theory held that if any living creature suffered a loss, wouldn't they feel unbalanced unless they saw another living creature suffer the same loss?

Han Yiming was startled; his vision went black, and when he opened his eyes again, he was still in the flower field, far from Shen Ruofu and Yuan Hui. Feng Yuzao was watering the flower that Lingxin was leaning against.

On these streets where people were either in suits and leather shoes or casual T-shirts, a man wearing an expensive long robe with a subtle touch of sci-fi styling in his appearance naturally seemed quite strange, drawing the frequent gaze of passersby.

Wang Qingsong's cultivation had greatly advanced, but he still could not match the Tengjiao Sword; with a single wave from Han Yiming, his spiritual light scattered.

The giant tiger was actually worried not only for Tang Feng and the others but also for the future of the Giant Tiger Clan. Now that the Eternal Firebird was gone, he believed this news could not be hidden for too long.

Xu Zhiyi had sharp eyes; she saw her own name on the cover at a glance. For some reason, a bad omen suddenly arose in her heart.

A large hand with distinct knuckles gripped the hand she intended to reach toward Lian Xuan. Rong Can's originally alluring peach-blossom eyes, which usually charmed, now seemed coated with a layer of frost, cold like a dagger dipped in the snow water of Gaoshan.

The restaurant Song Qingyan chose happened to be the same place where she had treated Huo Yansheng to a meal last time; Xu Zhiyi had psychological trauma about it.

After that person finished speaking, regardless of my reaction, he picked up a black umbrella leaning against the table, turned around, and left.

Although these "Dao Foundations" constructed from light-based genetic inheritance might be slightly "a billion" points abnormal.

Wanxi's dress tore in response to the sound; cold wind rushed in, making her shiver from the chill.

Loki cursed inwardly: Damn it, the power of Asgard clearly no longer supported her; how was Hela's power still so strong!?

"Wu Kai, I'll go. It was a classmate I accidentally injured myself; I might as well go to the infirmary to check my brain," Ji Yun said.

Thus, Censor Gao shook his head and sighed but said nothing; he was relatively considerate of his subordinates' feelings.

Yan Zhe had been worried before, but now seeing Qin Feng and hearing his words, he was completely reassured. What he needed to do now was comfort his wife well, letting her rest completely at ease.

The Great Peng also feared the water sword of the Jiao Dragon; its body immediately rose higher, sweeping over the Jiao Dragon and reaching the high skies.

Everything was nearly ready; the things that needed preparation were all prepared. Yan Su picked a date to open the shop.

One must face what must be faced anyway; but just right, using this opportunity, I can also let the entire army see whether I am truly a vase.

"Look, just mentioning Wei Fengchu makes you act like a cat with its fur standing on end; you should see your own heart clearly sooner!" Xuanwu looked at me with contempt.

The conversation with Li Wei just now truly "took a lot of effort"; he hadn't treated a subordinate with such politeness in many years, but since the person's powerful backing was vaguely right there in front of him, he naturally had no choice but to restrain his attitude.

Carrying all the items, the Shopkeeper went downstairs and went to the government office with Yan Su. Shen Xiao had already sent someone to give notice beforehand, so everything was handled very smoothly.

Cui Shanying smiled slightly but said nothing. There was still a difference between students in a martial arts hall and disciples; everyone had selfish motives, so naturally, they would reserve that secret technique for their disciples and not give it away for free to outsiders.

After learning this, Xiao Yuyan only sneered continuously, because the more times Yan Su left the mansion, the more beneficial it was for her.

Speaking of this, you gentlemen must be curious: Fan Ji had just come out of the Eight-Link Water Fort last time; how was he handed over to the Yan Prince by Mile Mountain in the blink of an eye? Listen to me explain slowly. This story must start from a few days ago.

Thinking of how Wu Tian deliberately did this, deliberately saving him at the critical moment of life and death to gain his gratitude through this act of re-creating his life.

Gu Yu's voice was ruthless, leaving the face of Fang Hong, who had offered warmth only to receive coldness, looking rather unpleasant.

True Xingyi Quan would naturally not have such a violent effect; it was just that at the instant of punching, Fang Ping'an overlaid the movement pattern of the Right Meteor Fist Overwhelming the World onto the Xingyi Quan. Unexpectedly, the combined effect of the two was astonishing.

If these nine thousand new-style heavenly thunderclaps were truly dropped now, not only would the demonic beasts within a thousand li, or even ten thousand li, suffer a great calamity, but the Human Realm恐怕 could not escape unscathed; perhaps all nine continents would be leveled to the ground.