Chapter 317: No Obstacles, River of Heaven Sword Marks

"Are you looking for them?" Seeing that Master Chengkong did not speak, the man from before asked.

His finger was pointing directly at Zhang Shijie and the others.

Master Chengkong did not answer; he remained silent, appearing uncertain in his heart. Only then did he speak: "When that person appears, I will know..."

The two men's gazes followed that Bai Yu tower ship, and only then did they understand: the people aboard the tower ship were less prepared in advance than they were well-trained:

Zhang Shijie led several disciples, using

"Preparing for so long is merely waiting for a single success; fate is wagered on the great war twenty-nine thousand years after the Original Teaching." As the voice fell, silence reigned within the Heavenly Palace.

Chang Shuguang had sweat appearing on his forehead; he had barely managed to secure the position of Deputy Township Head, and now he faced a test. Chang Shuguang knew that the young county magistrate before him always kept his word; if he truly caused a problem, he feared not a shred of favor would be shown.

Although the US-Japan Alliance and the US-South Korea Alliance both occupy important positions within the US Far East alliance system, their positioning differs. The two major alliances exhibit clear differences in nature and function.

Daoist Zuo Men immediately vanished into the darkness. Moments later, the black hole shot straight from the ground back into the sky, only to be shattered by the divine sense in the heavens. Of course, Daoist Zuo Men's trace was never seen again. It can be said that the Battle of Shouyang Pass was Daoist Zuo Men's last public appearance.

The thin man greeted him proudly, then looked at Wang Qiang with eager eyes, waiting for him to take out the money.

It was merely vanity; he hated the father who had abandoned his mother, so he did not go to see the Bull Demon King. Instead, he mounted the red cloud and returned to the Plantain Cave on Emerald Cloud Mountain.

"This time, there are some difficulties." Upon the ritual altar within the Three Immortals Island, three immortal maidens sat upright, currently discussing the matter of Yuan Hong.

As Afans's words reached this point, the Dark Dragon let out a dragon roar that shook heaven and earth. This dragon roar was filled with endless pain and helplessness, plus unwillingness. Afterwards, the massive body began to slowly tilt, slowly leaning toward the ground. With a "Bang," a tremendous crash, the huge body struck the ground, causing it to tremble slightly.

"Hu, because everyone has different matters on hand, Brother Xiao and I cannot meet often. But you can always see Brother Xiao; please help Brother Xiao with whatever comes up." Jin Yong looked at Chen Hu and said earnestly.

The three hurriedly urged, "Impossible! What if we encounter the War King of the Three Wolves Tribe..." Yan Yangtian refused to listen, snorted coldly, and said, "Who fears him? If we meet, it is perfect for testing our swords!" Having spoken, he turned back along the original path. The others knew his temper; urging was useless, so they could only let him be.

The people in the private room thought the two were bantering again, so they paid no attention. Only Tong Tong's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion, for he knew Mo Fan and Yan Lingyun very well; the tone of the two just now was truly not like joking.

Zhang Donghai discovered the safe; it was right beside the large bed, covered by a tablecloth serving as a nightstand.

After changing rooms, Bai Nannan and Meng Fan each took a bed; the former smiled with a face full of triumph, while the latter lay on the bed and turned away.

"According to your meaning, a living person has simply vanished!" Wei Jiuxiao's face was as still as water, staring fiercely at the guard captain before him.

Meng Fangu was extremely excited. The vague spiritual power core within his dantian, although just beginning to take shape, indicated he was about to enter the Core Realm. Once the core formation succeeded, he would count as a true cultivator.

Lin Yumeng tilted her head to examine An Dongtian, not expecting that old man with the long beard to have no skill; then how did he grow that beard?

"Can't afford the clothes in the shop, so take a photo and buy them online. Seeing them dressed so well, I thought they were rich people, but it turns out they are a pair of poor ghosts who care about face." A male salesman said.

"Alright, I'll try it." Zhang Donghai said. To play street art, you must first have a guitar.