Chapter 337: Young Below, Old Above

"Unwilling to leave?"

Upon receiving True Person Qian's report, Zheng Fa was somewhat shocked.

If Zhou Qianyuan felt such attachment to the Jiushan Sect, he could understand it, but True Person Qian and the others... still caught him somewhat off guard.

Since these people were unwilling to leave, Zheng Fa had no intention of forcing them; yet when he returned to the main hall of the Sky Palace Island, a look of contemplation hung on his face.

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing his expression, Shijie Zhang could not help but ask.

"Impossible!" roared the Great Desert Red Ant Queen, discovering that her arm could not regenerate and that her techniques seemed to have no effect on Li Bai anymore.

Actually, there was nothing much to pack; Chen Xi was conscientious, found a fruit platter, filled it with various pastries, and prepared to take it over for the old lady to try.

The rules for martial contests were set by these sects themselves, and the stakes were also determined by them; the imperial family did not interfere, merely providing a venue.

However, at this moment, that beautiful, pretty face was flushed red with inexplicable anger, causing her originally bright, lovely eyes to ignite with flames of fury as she stared straight at the group led by Shangguan Luohua.

Everyone was busy yet seemed very friendly, making it easy to blend into such casual activities.

Hearing these words, Zhao Ziling naturally blushed, and even Hanshuang Xue showed some strangeness, though neither displayed it obviously.

The reason they could still hold on until now, besides the weather, was that the enemy's supply line was too long, crossing more than half of the Ancient Wood Forest from the Misty Moon Court in the far north, which slowed the elves' advance.

"Yes, although I don't know what he did to the instrument, the doctors diagnosed him as a mental patient, so they gave him a certificate for acute transient mental disorder; at least I know this guy is definitely not mentally ill!" said Yu Yali.

Until now, Lin Yueru could still occasionally see in her dreams the sight of the entire Liu household drenched in blood that day.

The instant they entered the gate, the scene before their eyes changed again; above the sky, a massive vortex of dark clouds spun continuously, interlaced with lightning flashes.

The Fifth Imperial Prince and Xiao Xu looked very much alike; the Seventh Imperial Prince resembled her more. The Seventh Princess's eyes now looked narrow, and those eyes were an exact match to Xiao Xu's.

He took out the jade stone given by Elder Ming, only to find it broken in half; it seemed the spiritual energy inside had been completely consumed, but that energy was not provided by the jade stone, for the spiritual energy of the jade was very domineering, while the former was obviously much gentler.

She sighed silently and glanced with her peripheral vision at that Fourth Prince; he was indeed handsome, with a dashing and heroic appearance, an extraordinary bearing, and every gesture and movement exuding noble dignity.

Lu Zhanxiao happened to think along the same lines as Lin Yunying; both intended to use his identity to establish diplomatic relations. Without exchanging information, both were striving toward the same goal, which was not without a certain kind of spiritual connection.

Cai Wu blurted out in a dull manner; everyone was so frightened they stood frozen in place, their tridents slipping one by one from their hands and falling to the ground with crisp clanging sounds.

The troublemaking boy was also the type unafraid of causing trouble; he shoved An Zhiyang's foot off his own, trying to stand up and fight back.

Hearing these words, Huo Siyu did not answer immediately; instead, he subconsciously touched his already round, full belly with his hand. Huo Siyu moved the corners of his mouth; in fact, he was already very full, and if he continued eating, his belly might burst.

This was at an altitude of about one hundred kilometers above the ground, basically at the bottom of the thermosphere, considered the boundary between outer space and the atmosphere.

If it really came to that point, she would indeed feel helpless, able only to watch helplessly as Huo Siyu was taken away.

Perhaps because today's match was a commercial game, the players of Real Madrid did not seem very excited and were somewhat too relaxed during the warm-up.

Xie Yunting seemed to think of something related to the chess formation; she grabbed Han Feng's wrist and pulled him directly, running downstairs.

In his turmoil, Miao Hongwei could only remain silent for the time being; at least, before making a final decision, he did not intend to speak casually.

If they forced their way in like this, Liu Yan naturally had confidence, but undoubtedly, the possibility of mission failure would increase geometrically. This was not what Liu Yan wanted to see.

While various secret codes were being used here, Hundred Ghosts Night Walk was sneering over there; it was fortunate that this incompetent fellow liked to show off before battle, otherwise Zhang Wei and the others might not have had time to report the situation.

Liu Yan accompanied the four elders in the hospital until three or four in the afternoon, then asked his parents for leave and eagerly went to Qingyuan University to find his good brother Guo Yuan.

Han Feng's momentum was extreme; he roared and threw a punch, his fist flashing with dazzling orange and crimson light like a falling star, carrying overwhelming force that tore through the wind, smashing toward Lin Xue's ice palm.

A-Zhi knew he absolutely could not laugh at this moment, so he lowered his head, held his breath, and focused his spirit, enduring it all. Meanwhile, Professor Daomu pushed open the door to A-Zhi's house at that very moment.

Originally, Cao's army could maintain a stalemate with Jingxiang, but if Jingxiang added fresh forces, Cao's army would be in danger.

Hearing Cheng Ying's explanation, Li Yuling first breathed a silent sigh of relief; if it was just a colleague suddenly falling ill, there seemed nothing to worry about. However, when Cheng Ying suddenly shifted her tone and then seemed hesitant to speak, Li Yuling's heart was instantly raised to her throat.

Li Song looked closely again and was startled to see that Han Fei's cultivation had risen two tiers during this short two-month seclusion, jumping directly from the early stage of Golden Immortal to the late stage of Golden Immortal.

As an older brother, Alto never thought he could have such tolerance, to watch helplessly as an "old" man embraced his young sister in his arms, yet be unable to get angry.