Chapter 291: New Nine Mountains, New Atmosphere

Still, he had to clean it up properly—working his way through school, after all. Zhuoyuan suddenly stopped sweeping; beneath a chair in the stands ahead, a white phone lay quietly on the ground.

"And you think one 'sorry' settles it? You drove away sixteen tables of my customers, damaged this many cues and tables, scared the daylights out of all of us here, and then there's the appearance fees for all these dogs…" Old Gu glared and shouted at this point.

"You've already brushed your teeth, so what are you eating? Hand it over. Don't let this guy sweet-talk you into giving up your chocolate in the middle of the night." Qin Shijia shot Zhuoyuan a look.

Syndra released a Q skill; Mek pressed the second part of his ultimate, dodging Syndra's orb once again. Immediately after, the E skill was pressed.

The two men's stamina and speed, in front of their teammates, simply couldn't hold their heads up; only their ball skills barely passed muster.

Though the spirit artifact was good, that rough-looking man wasn't very satisfied, seeming a bit puzzled and complaining.

Jack shook his head, tapped lightly on the control console, and the iron door of the control room let out a soft click and opened.

I knew that many of my current bad situations must have come from that bastard, which made me feel very annoyed. I howled and fought madly against this guy.

Seeing this, the other forces were each and every one full of anticipation, while secretly wondering whether their own financial resources could snatch this final grand finale item.

He knew that once there was an ultimate, the jungler could easily come over. At this point in time, the mantis was basically already level 6.

A divine doctor with the art of raising the dead would absolutely never prescribe the wrong medicine. He had no grudge against Zhao Auntie, so there was no reason to harm her. Anyone could see that Zhao Auntie's death had nothing to do with the divine doctor.

Hearing Li Er say he was going to rescue Wang Xingxin right away, Cheng Chumo kowtowed and hurriedly left the palace to tell his father and Qin Qiong.

Now, the Purple Palace hung in the sky above the Kunlun Immortal Alliance, while Li Guo stood atop the palace gate, holding the alliance's yellow scroll in deep thought.

As for the survivor he wanted to pump for information, the place where Xiao Ziyu had run into him was actually on a road several hundred meters from Hatu Village. At that time, the survivor happened to be heading home to grab something. His home was in the village next to Hatu Village, and that place had already been thoroughly cleared out.

The students who got up to exercise in the morning saw Ye Di and Liu Qingyue appear here together again, and had already grown used to it; some students running in twos and threes also gossiped about whether the two were already together.

Lu Ping's heart pounded abnormally. He covered his head with the bedding, unable to see what was happening, only assuming the guards outside had already come in.

Sensing the might of the sword rainbow, the figure diving down didn't dare be careless. A pitch-black demonic blade appeared in his hand; with a downward slash, a massive blade aura wreathed in black demonic flames rose to meet the white sword rainbow.

And this exploding black mist instead rolled down in reverse, transforming into a cage-like form that enveloped Li Yang's figure below.

Like the young Master Ma before them, that extreme-speed technique might not rely on some powerful cultivation technique; it was probably simply training speed to its absolute limit.

In fact, not to mention Ye Haochuan—even Ye Hao and Yang Sen were shocked by Long Yin's words. Ye Hao had previously invited Long Yin, hoping he would become an elder of the Xuanmen.

Qianling Bird this time switched to sorrowful eyes, shook its head, looking as if to say it couldn't sense the demon sword's existence and was very sad about it too.

After saying this, Dabu Shuiyun turned around, leaned against the wall, and began to cry. Tuoba Jie felt he had been somewhat presumptuous just now, so he said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Miss Shuiyun." He raised his hand and gently handed over a handkerchief.

Yan Zhen listened to this, then looked again at the person burning all over and figured he probably couldn't hold out much longer. He abruptly channeled magic power into the Great Evil King, simultaneously bringing forth the Water Emperor Sword Dao—in an instant, surging waters rushed straight toward the burning figure.

By this time, the Wu army's massive force was pressing at the border; Luoyang could no longer be held, and even the most optimistic person knew the fall of Liang was right before their eyes.

"Then let's go down and eat." Lin Yi used one hand to gently brush aside a strand of hair hanging on her pretty face.

Hidden behind, Hei Chi and Nicolas Cage were no longer 'drooling' either; they listened to Lina's words with solemn expressions.

"Thank you." The scarred man glanced at the direction Lin Yi pointed, then glanced at Lin Yi, and charged off to the right.

Time flowed on; the great sweep of the Blue Temple pressed inward toward the nebula, and the blazing purple light scattered by the Blazing Sun attracted many an eye. There were plenty of curious onlookers—several star-skiffs circled up to investigate. No one knows who was sharp-eyed or used some special method and discovered that within half a vertical of purple light from the Blazing Sun, golden light flashed brilliantly. Without thinking twice, one knew it was a rare treasure, and was overjoyed.

"Laugh… recover all the dignity lost back then!" Lin Ziping snorted coldly and spoke.

I patted my wrinkled clothes, planning to head back to the private room to rest—after all, just now, keeping that Chen Jiaolu company, I hadn't gotten a moment of peace.

"Mr., is what he said true? Even if Father recovers, the best case is him lying in bed for the rest of his life?" Su Hongan didn't want to believe Lin Jie, but the two questions Lin Jie had raised earlier already showed Lin Jie's medical skill wasn't poor; he had to get this clear.

"I am Wang Yongyuan of the Wang family…" Wang Yongyuan gave a brief self-introduction, trusting the other party already knew his identity.

Even though Yang Zhong wore snake armor and wasn't afraid of bullets piercing through, the massive impact force still felt like heavy punches hitting his body one after another. Just like being shot while wearing a bulletproof vest—one or two shots are fine, but take too many and you'll be injured, or even have your internal organs ruptured by the shock, bleeding out and dying.

Chen Yuxiu thought it over and felt that setting the price of the Zhongsheng Pills at ten yuan per pill was quite decent. Although even at a hundred yuan per pill, people would still buy them, this price better matched Dong Dazhi's wishes.

A faint smile appeared on Zhao Dongzi's face. Before the words faded, beside those several Demon God warriors, with a "boom," purple lightning struck down onto their bodies.

"Karma? Ha, if there's karma, it should befall those blood-soaked ones!" While speaking, Luo Mingjun flipped his right hand—grabbing, pinching, clutching, hooking, squeezing—switching through five techniques in succession, determined to seize the wooden staff. His left hand, however, quietly slipped into the silk sash at his waist, as if to take out something.