Chapter 773

The old man in this small shop looked ordinary, but in reality, his realm was not low, having reached the Golden Core stage.

Placed outside, low-level cultivators would have to respectfully call him "Master" no matter what.

Therefore, his knowledge was definitely not bad!

After obtaining the "Soul-Taking and Essence-Extracting Technique" from the gray-robed man, after just flipping through it for a moment, he instantly realized the extraordinariness of this technique!

It recorded a secret technique that could extract essence from the souls of living beings.

Soul,

An Yi smiled and said: "Not everyone has the fortune to observe the near-quality of Jiang Daozi's Ink Lotus, let alone a painting of such huge dimensions; it is truly unique in the world." Being low-key and steady was true, but she couldn't let people see her as a bumpkin who didn't understand anything.

Li Xiuying was expelled; coming to school today had already attracted attention, and at this time, the group was going toward the principal's office again; how could people not be curious?

The spirit when he said this was particularly serious; An Yi was slightly startled, then smiled: "You are naughty again. Even if you are angry with someone, you don't need to say such things; if people hear it, they will think you are sick and confused." After speaking, she walked out without looking back.

In short, they were all big shots with great backgrounds. However, she was very strange; why would an activity aimed only at high-level people have such high response and popularity across the entire continent? After Netharian's explanation, she understood most of it.

But no one could figure out why this was, even Jiang You, who didn't know he had died himself, had a face full of surprise; of course, he didn't know he had swayed in front of the Ghost Gate once.

Unexplained storms hung all around, blowing on people's cheeks, feeling a bone-chilling coldness.

Fortunately, this person Lu Yuyan was sensible and didn't really pit him to death; before leaving, he even pointed out a path for him.

He took a look, then got out of the car and picked it up, pushed the car for two steps, and threw it into the trash can on the side of the road.

Planner, I curse your grandmother! White Impermanence was also speechless! If it weren't for the bad ideas of the Eight Immortals, would we be so uncomfortable?

Regarding what Void said, Mu Fan felt a bit curious; although Mu Fan also knew that he was not the other party's opponent, Mu Fan was confident that he could escape, so now Mu Fan was not panicked at all, and the Chaos Lord and the others, hearing Mu Fan not say "I will leave immediately" for a moment, felt their inner tension decrease a bit.

It was the third year of high school, and the atmosphere and pressure of learning were getting greater and greater, so after changing another teacher, the seats in the class were adjusted again, and Mu Fan sat behind Xiang Mengya this time.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw a family sitting around the dining table watching TV in a daze, obviously waiting for him to return before eating.

"Heh, is that so?" Yu Chen sneered; Zhou Qianxin's injury made him still hold a ball of fire in his heart until now, even if he found out at this moment that Hou Tiancheng might just be a poor person coerced into committing a crime, he didn't have half a good impression of him.

Ouyang Mengyu pulled open the curtains in the room, looked at the snowflakes drifting outside, and couldn't help but praise them.

"What a huge reef! There seems to be a cave in the middle?" Jin Qingqiao sat down again and said loudly.

No way, unable to find anyone to play with, Chu Yan could only regretfully give up the plan to continue live-streaming PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds.

Because this meeting was not an interrogation in the strict sense, but just a private understanding of the situation, and there was no recording or video, Yuan Youchong didn't have many scruples when speaking.

But for the entire continent, even the federation with the most open-minded folk customs still believed that black magic was a dirty and evil thing, a kind of existence representing absolute filth.

As a simulation management game with the theme of doomsday survival, Chu Yan had never played a similar one, which also made him full of expectations for it.

Jiang He had never considered the problem from this angle, but this had always been Jiang He's way of doing things, which was never to analyze problems from this seemingly metaphysical angle; he only paid attention to solid evidence.