Chapter 290: The Old Man's Anger, The Youth's Choice

Yan Wushuang's words made Zheng Fa very tempted.

Intelligence is naturally important.

Just as Yan Wushuang said himself, the Nine Mountains Realm inevitably suffers from the drawback of information blockage.

Moreover, Yan Wushuang's identity is special.

As the son of the Tianhe Sect Master, the information he can access is far greater than his own.

Furthermore, he holds the Wushuang Society in his hand; with his vision, the cultivators he befriends are likely not ordinary ones.

The intelligence advantage brought by this network of relations

When sweeping the world in the future, our Long Kingdom's status will definitely be second only to the Great Qin, standing above all other nations.

Heaven and earth changed color; at this moment, it seemed as if all the spiritual energy and demonic energy between heaven and earth were attracted to the Wood Tablet of Life, and the entire world seemed to contain nothing but this single wooden tablet.

When he heard that Zhu Yuanzhang had captured Xia Zhibai, he rushed over immediately, but he did not dare to enter, staying at the entrance of the hall the whole time.

"It will be fine to come back after sending you off," Song Lan said, then dragged Song Wanning downstairs and got into the carriage with her.

Zhang Hao is a bit of a closeted show-off; he holds many words inside his heart, and in specific situations, he will pour them out endlessly to the other party.

Although the Spiked Bamboo Formation is terrifying, if a breach is forced open, the formation's power will be lost; yet this thought had just occurred to him, the order had just been given, and it had not yet been executed.

She always felt that Meng Qianqian had harmed her; she wanted to take her anger out on Meng Qianqian, searched everywhere but found no one, and thought about returning to the side room to eat something.

Fang Ye had already completed his physical examination, washed his hair and bathed, and changed into a set of clean clothes provided free of charge by the Supervision Bureau.

In later eras, this would not be much, but in this age where people carry loads and horses haul freight, it seems too far; transporting coal from another mine to the salt mine would involve transportation costs and manpower that would be an extremely high expense.

The bed in the master bedroom was dismantled; the bed frame parts and mattress were moved to the balcony and piled up; all furniture that could be cleared from the master bedroom was emptied, and long tables were placed there; squeezing in, it could accommodate about 10 people working simultaneously.

"After the village recovers, we will certainly personally visit the headquarters to express our gratitude!" Elder Nakada.

"Is it you, this thing, who captured my son? And also injured my husband?" Bai Ruozhu asked angrily, and a handful of poison had already been scattered.

Zhou Quan chuckled; it was true he was going to inspect, but the impression given was that he also wanted to go play himself. Even when at work or on the job, this fellow still gave off a somewhat unreliable vibe.

"I used a forbidden technique to put us into a false death state, deceiving the God-Slayer, and thus survived." Yu immediately fabricated a lie.

Suppressing the hundred schools and exclusively honoring the Confucian art is certainly beneficial for rule, but it is detrimental to the entire society.

Quietly walking to the stairwell, Li Bin vaguely heard the Crown Prince's voice speaking from a room on the first floor.

Lu Fei pressed down on Wu Tian, who was just about to draw his gun, shook his head, then opened the car door and got out.

With such a failure to distinguish between internal and external, does the Imperial House and Wang Jinjing still have any regard for the Huang Song system?

Zhou Yuanzhi answered: "Your Highness the Prince can rest assured; even if we are confused, we would not be unaware of what is important!" Having finished speaking, she drew her sword and thrust at Li Xiuyun. Li Xiuyun was not to be outdone and drew her sword to meet her. The two exchanged flashing sword lights, fighting for dozens of rounds without a winner or loser.

I understand what you said; the Corpse of Sunflowers has been raised for a short time and relies entirely on a strand of corpse poison in its belly to sustain itself. If it spits out the corpse poison, it will be finished. So just now, after fighting it for so long, this thing never dared to exhale a single breath.

Could it really be that she was overthinking it? Her willow-like brows furrowed tightly into a knot; she clenched her lips and stared fixedly at the soldier beside her.

When Fat Brother's big stick approached Fang Yao's body to within less than a meter, it suddenly stopped.

"I never said that!" Fei Dian stubbornly refused to admit it; after all, Yin Sheng had played the shameless card many times, so he should be allowed to play it once too.