Chapter 113: Ancient Great Gods Enter the Fray Early; The Schoolmaster Begins to Create

Cao Sheng did not linger long; a moment later, he stepped forward to Ren Xueyi's side.

Hearing his footsteps, Ren Xueyi turned her face slightly to look. Seeing it was him, she smiled brightly, immediately rose, and ran over happily, saying: "You came? I knew you would come."

Cao Sheng stopped about two meters away from her.

"It is so late; you are alone here, it is not safe."

He said in a calm tone.

Ren Xue

Unexpectedly, Chen Dao nodded very seriously to show his approval. Although Chen Dao was from a prominent family, his clan was basically insignificant, and at the same time, Chen Dao indeed had objections to some practices of the great families.

Before long, Han Bing arrived at the outer gate of the Holy Water Palace. The Holy Water Palace was built on an island, with a very quiet environment. Han Bing's sudden visit made the disciples guarding the outer gate alert.

Afterwards, the Blood-Devouring Demon Dragon handed Qin Xiao a set of meditation Cultivation techniques. It told Qin Xiao to learn it first and slowly try to meditate. It said that dragon clan descendants all communicate with the Nine Heavens through meditation, thereby establishing a connection between Heaven and the dragons and opening the dragon veins.

Xiao Fan muttered to himself, his body trembling slightly. If Yue Nongying came to any harm, he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

Although Nan Gongjun called his mobile phone and specially instructed him to treat Zhao Zilong well, he had originally planned to do so anyway.

Suddenly, Sun Hai snatched the gun from Sun Ping's hand. Because his wrist was broken, he could not control his fingers, and the police gun fell to the ground.

Hearing the apricot tree demon's words, Ning Hao slapped his forehead. So many days had passed; Qiu Haitang's painting should have been auctioned off. The sales channels for Ice and Fire had already opened; it seemed this path to wealth was finally successfully cleared.

The tall tiled house in the middle of the courtyard had its gate wide open. Shankou Ichiro, holding a command sword, strode in. The scene in the courtyard made Shankou Ichiro pause in surprise.

"Words alone are no proof; the law requires evidence. The Qingyun Gang leader planned this long ago; you are likely doomed." Qingwu's analysis was not without reason.

A cold wind blew, feeling exceptionally refreshing in this summer. Looking down at the bridge, four glowing, magnificent characters appeared: "Meideng Bridge". So this bridge was called Meideng Bridge, as beautiful as its name.

"That works too; it's just a title anyway, better than calling it by the position." Zhao Zhengce said noncommittally.

At this moment, the Five Elements Fruit of the Demon Ancestor Luo Zhu suddenly shot out from the Primordial Chaos World, flying straight toward the Heavenly Court's chess platform. Everyone knew that from now on, the three realms of heaven, earth, and man would no longer have the Heavenly King and Queen Mother.

"Your dad called my dad this morning to report on work, waking me up." You Yongjun pouted, his face full of disdain. He deliberately stretched out the word "report," making Zhao Zhengce's skin crawl.

Suddenly, a burst of Jin Guang erupted around Qunti, instantly forming a vacuum vortex around him. That force pressed down on the three realms of heaven, earth, and man, seemingly compressing the air of the three realms into a solid, making breathing difficult, with everyone holding their throats.

He nodded very weakly. Zhuang Yan looked around the room in confusion, appearing somewhat dazed about where he was.

"Yanyan, Mom is here. How do you feel? Does it hurt very much?" Zhuang Yan's eyes opened slightly, and Doctor Fang immediately asked in a rapid succession.

However, if You Yitian could block the giant spherical lightning, then the outcome of the win or loss would be a different matter.

On this day, Ding Ce was idly sitting at home when suddenly Guo Chen and Dong Zhong came to visit. The three brothers sat down, and after half a pot of old wine was finished, they began talking about current politics again.

Feng Qingye withdrew his gaze. His fingernails dug into his palm, yet he felt no pain at all, because his heart hurt a thousand or ten thousand times more than that.

Hua Qianli and Ouyang Luo looked at Su Yajun with contempt, too lazy to scold this fox spirit who bullied the weak and feared the strong.