Chapter 981: People from the Dao Palace, the name of Luo Chen

At the scene of the spiritual testing ceremony.

Energetic young boys and girls filed in from outside, scattering in twos and threes all over the square.

But if one looked down at the venue, one could clearly perceive that even among peers, these youths were divided into their own small circles.

The liveliest was naturally the circle where Zhou Yuhao was, and the most prominent was the team composed of only three other people.

In addition, not far away, a large crowd was also gathered around Zhou Yuqi...

He simply closed his eyes, and the cheers in his ears finally rang out. A trace of a smile was forced onto the corners of his mouth. You can cheer all because of me, this feeling of being a hero... so happy.

"It's over, it's over." Hong Chengchou’s eyes were vacant; at this moment, he knew he could no longer escape the fate of failure.

At this juncture, when the secret guard told him that Lady Min was crazy, the Ninth Imperial Uncle had no time to think too much, only saying one sentence: "I know," then threw it behind him and asked no more.

"..." I squinted at the Fox Immortal, remaining silent for a long time. I turned my head, looked straight ahead, gazed at the lights flying past outside the car window, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. The originally highly tense nerves in my brain gradually relaxed.

"Forget it, let's go back! Looking at him, he doesn't look like a bad person. Moreover, that is the Xiao family’s ship. Even if something happens, the Xiao family won't let such a person be detrimental to Mr. Zhang," Xue Yong waved his hand and said.

"Boom, boom." One after another, loud noises rang out. It was not until ten shells were fired that the gate was completely destroyed.

But the wind that was expected did not come after all. Amidst the disappointed or hopeful eyes of the whole audience, the pitcher of Zhixue Academy opened his glove and caught the ball as he wished.

So Shohei felt that situations like the first pitch could happen occasionally but one should never rely on the kind of ball just thrown. After all, the batter only needs to hit one ball, while the pitcher must throw three. Competing on probability, the pitcher cannot beat the batter.

Taking it lightly this time, sixteen Martial Saints cannot guarantee that more will not be sent next time, so immediately recall Number Five to recover Xuan Qi in the God Tomb.

She wrung her hands again and again; she could only use this action to divert her attention and calm herself down.

The Mountain and River Map trembled, evolving into one phantom image after another, traveling through the void, clearly thrown toward the major forces.

Seeing that his subordinates were all flinching and terrified, the boss of the loan company seemed to be unable to sit still. The momentum that had been so arrogant just a moment ago gradually disappeared without a trace.

However, Muxue did not run toward Gu Chen. It turned its head to look at the huge ball of light suspended in the air above its head and licked its long dog mouth. A day later, the saliva instantly covered that pointed dog mouth, and that pair of long fleshy whiskers straightened and then bent, bent and then straightened. That appearance was truly the look of a foodie.

Under the cultivation of Alien Baltan, the Hyper Zetton larva grew sturdily, its surface carapace completely hardened, nearing maturity.

Not being disturbed by outsiders, not having the worries of external affairs, just like this, hand in hand with the beloved person until old age. What is the point of cultivating immortality? What is the point of refining the Dao? None of it is needed; I only want to grow old together.

Although there was still a large amount of blood stasis in Joshua’s body that had not been cleared, judging from the injuries alone, it was already close to recovery—so Bell-sen could pull the young man’s arm with great strength without any scruples and put it on her shoulder.

The moon in the sky was very large and bright, like a huge mirror, looking down at the earth, emitting a faint, cold moonlight; the night was bright and also very quiet, without a single sound. People were all resting, the wind was strong, blowing and whistling, making people feel cold in their hearts, feeling a trace of murderous intent and anger.