Chapter 287

"Change your shoes," Jiang Wenxin said.

"Oh."

The moment Jiang Tao saw Doudou, her confidence vanished, and she obediently changed her shoes.

"Auntie, am I good at my kung fu?"

Doudou swung her little axe, nearly spinning herself dizzy, then crashed into Jiang Tao's leg—she barely stayed upright as Jiang Tao caught her, yet still had the nerve to ask if she was good.

"Very good. This little axe is so cute."

At that moment, hundreds of girls burst into screams; many were already turning to run.

Then came the even more shocking sight: Shen Qiang's eyes had turned golden, radiating cold, arrogant superiority as if looking down upon all living beings.

After its forelegs touched the ground, its form vanished from the spot; the next instant, a chorus of agonized beast howls erupted as the approaching monsters were instantly eliminated.

"No, you are Ni Huang—I would never mistake you. Appearance can be faked, but DNA, demeanor, and aura cannot be deceived. This is the Ni Huang I've searched for years."

Seeing this, Qiu Feng's face turned as dark as ink; Lin Feng filled him with terror—this man was as monstrous as a demon god.

Ye Fei glanced and saw that Li Jiayi was still online, hadn't sent him a message yet—Li Jiayi sent him a reply immediately.

Everything was over. Neo Kai slumped to the ground, staring at Monica's body, and burst into tears.

If this celestial-grade Yu Lingzhi still doesn't sprout, we'll have to find a solution after we get there.

The head of the Hesheng He Beijing office was an ordinary man named Ma Guocheng, forty-seven, a very composed middle-aged man with solid organizational skills. He knew nothing about cultivators or such matters, but held deep respect for Shen Qiang—spoke little, said only what needed saying, never uttered a single unnecessary word.

"You only bully mindless spirit beasts—try hitting its glasses; that's its only weakness," Qing Binghe scoffed, then enveloped her body in spiritual power to form a defense and charged forward with a punch.

"You bastard!" The core of the Demon Nest struggled to speak to Fan Yu—but the moment it finished, its body shattered into pieces.

Lu Tieshan took the Hunyuan Combat Body, examined it carefully, and his expression grew even more excited; although the method of refining the flesh was extreme, the effect was immensely powerful.

Upon reaching this hall, there was only one choice: either choose the Dragon Pool or choose a weapon.

Besides, the Crazy Daoist didn't seem easily fooled—this big cake of spirit stones really needed to be shared, and as long as I took the biggest share, it'd be fine.

Lately, constantly being hunted left no time for cultivation, but through repeated stealth ambushes in the Mist Sea, I gained considerable insight into concealment. Now that I have time, I'll use this period to train and organize my knowledge, hoping for another breakthrough in the Great Concealment Art.

To learn alchemy, merely memorizing these is useless—you must personally refine elixirs. Only through constant experience can you truly become an alchemist.

Watching the furious Chu Wanyan, Li Yi burst into laughter; Chu Feng shook his head and smiled; the hooded boy and Yan Wushuang both chuckled softly.

In ancient times, the Six-Eared Monkey was extraordinarily powerful; no one had ever formed a pact with them, nor did anyone know what benefits such a pact might bring.

"I heard Americans say the guild is sending troops to Alaska—is that true?" Yu Qianhua noted Sha Putong's phone number, then asked Wang Xingang.

After a brief rest in Yuanzhu City, Zhenshi immediately went to the Yuanzhu City Gym and prepared to challenge it.

Su Nian'an clenched her teeth—should she refuse? Could she refuse? If she accepted, would she be giving him false hope? But if she refused without even trying, what if he could pull her out of the swamp named 'Qin Muchen'?