Chapter 290: Immortal arts also have an expiration date

"You want to go to Wuzhuang Temple?" the Old Ghost mocked. "Didn't you just compare the Yama's bridge of the nose to Mount Wan Shou with a look of disdain?"

"I am full of respect for any immortal mountain or immortal, but I hold only disdain for those who bully others by flaunting their powerful connections," Xiao Yu said indifferently.

The Old Ghost pondered for a long time before saying, "If I tell you the location of Mount Wan Shou, will you let me leave? Deal?"

"No deal. You must pass on an immortal art to me, either the Five Thunder Orthodox Method or the Corpse-Severing Immortal Method."

Then, before Chen Nanmu could even refuse, Zhou Yanan had already dragged him back. Turning around, she happened to see Zhou Chan's back, not knowing where she was going. Zhou Yanan originally wanted to call out, but remembering Chen Nanmu's reaction just now, she forcibly held it back.

President Jiang was a notoriously obsessive wife-flaunter; after all, his wife was a ballet dancer. With a great figure and temperament, it would be hard not to flaunt her.

The lights in the downstairs hall were bright. Mother Xu was busy in the room. Cheng Xunjun told her, then put on earmuffs and gloves and went out with Zhou Yanqing. It was cold when it snowed, and even colder when the snow melted. Although the sun had come out during the day, the temperature was below zero.

Not until she bit her lip and a taste of blood slid into her mouth did she truly feel the pain coming from below, her fingers scratching bloody marks onto the bedsheet beneath her.

Of course, that was her majestic past; now, with no divine power left, this palm strike she dealt was lighter than scratching an itch for the wind.

Ever since the divorce trouble with Xin Qing, how many nights had he suddenly turned over like this, yet what he saw was always disappointment.

A slightly plump figure passed through the embroidered screen and entered the inner room. Seeing the person who arrived, Mu Fengyun felt a slight ache in her nose and called out, "Mother Liu..." Her voice was low, carrying traces of sobbing.

Those in the Fourth Branch who could stir up trouble had all been grounded, leaving only Duan Yuyun, who, although not grounded, honestly hid in the Fourth Branch and rarely came out.

Hearing the sound, Xifeng Jingtian finally opened his eyes with effort. What met his eyes was Mu Fenghua staring at him, frowning slightly as she looked at him. He couldn't help but smile slightly. "You're awake." Scanning the surroundings, he knew the situation without Mu Fenghua explaining.

After finishing the sentence, Qiao Nianxi turned her head to look at Ye Xuanling. Her gaze followed the spot where Ji Yang Yu had just grabbed, and upon touching the wrinkles on the phantom purple brocade, Qiao Nianxi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The previously anxious look in Qu Songmu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the disbelief in his eyes was ground away bit by bit.

There were too many mysteries about Zhang Chuchu, so great that it was unbelievable; even if he sacrificed his entire life's lifespan, he couldn't calculate them.

Needless to say, just looking at the way they were exchanging glances, one knew they probably had some activity planned for tonight.

Traces of warmth constantly washed over the portal, and rays of strange radiance were restrained within; the material of the portal itself had been elevated by several grades at this moment.

Lin Zhiyuan looked at the agenda, and sure enough, most of it was related to urban construction work. Of course, it also included the construction and greening projects for the two county roads, Nanhu and Nanwang, that Li Mixian had instructed.

Terumi Mei did not believe that this Hidden Cloud Village, which had just bowed its head to Lord Whitebeard, was as loyal to Lord Whitebeard as the Hidden Mist Village.

Haotian's divine body was an Ancestral Witch-level true form, lawless and heaven-defying, untouched by all laws, and immune to all evils.

If one hadn't eaten pork, hadn't one seen a pig run? Seeing that red mark, Qian Shu roughly understood what had happened.

Just now, Zhu Changwu had asked her to follow along, and she was still worried. Would this Grand General want to do something to her? If so, she would definitely resist. Admiration was not the same as love; although she was in the pear garden, she was a person who kept herself clean.

The construction site manager, seeing Lin Zhiyuan appear, immediately ran over fawningly, accompanying this powerful figure from the Jiangzhou High-tech Zone to wander around the site. ===== CHAPTER 291 =====