Chapter 363

The Zhanglong Sect crowd bypassed the cliff to the right and went straight to the foot of Dongbai Peak. Looking up, there were figures everywhere on Dongbai Peak—figures of Jin Jin Jin Tingpai cultivators.

Fighting to this point, no matter how slow the Jin Jin Jin Tingpai reacted, they finally had a reaction.

The mountain-protecting array of the entire Jin Ting Mountain was not opened. Opening it now was of little significance, because many key passes where the outer sub-array plates were laid had fallen into the hands of Jingxiang cultivators. Once the array was opened, the array eye would soon be found and broken...

Originally, he meant to take Chu Hong into his sect. After all, Niu Gang and Fang Wei were only his registered disciples, not his direct descendants.

Only by being promoted to the Immortal Emperor Realm can the four meridians and eight vessels and the five internal organs completely transform into a divine kingdom world. At that time, He Jiangxiu could be considered a true immortal.

It stands to reason that Dong Ma's realm is the same as his own, but his strength is higher than his own, so this position must belong to Dong Ma.

"What is Lin Shijie talking about! I, Chu Hong, know how many catties I have, how can I bear the thick love of so many senior sisters and junior sisters?" Chu Hong was a little blushing from Wu Li's teasing.

However, this medicine was only considered the most suitable proportion by these few people, but it was still too early to say anything without testing.

He Jiangxiu spat out wonderful sounds again, and a sword qi was born under his feet, leading He Jiangxiu to step on the Naihe Bridge.

After a long while, Princess Snow kissed the Qin Wang heavily on the face before letting go of the Qin Wang and went to hug Princess Mi again with bare feet.

Above the firmament, countless divine thunders were surging, like thunder dragons, bombarding He Jiangxiu's body, making He Jiangxiu reborn.

"These laborers are crazy. I have never seen them work so hard! Fortunately, the Prefect ordered that they can only work for five hours a day. Otherwise, they would have to exhaust themselves to death!" Dong Jian sighed.

He might have done nothing and be incompetent, but can the family business and social status accumulated by several generations of people be compared to your ten years of struggle?

"Don't say that, I can understand your heart, when are you leaving," Winona asked softly.

Dun Shan's praise could be said to be catering to his preferences, making him feel very comfortable. Just now he was still yelling angrily, and in a blink of an eye, he became amiable, and his old face was as bright as a fresh purple-skinned sweet potato just dug out.

"We still have to send Yiran's mother to the airport now, so we are leaving," An Chuling looked at Jin Nuolai with a smile.

As soon as the voice fell, a male voice came from not far away, the voice was soft and gentle, but the words spoken were word by word, sonorous and powerful.

When Hai Yu brought the people of the Fochen Sea fishing village, plus the people of the Ju region to Chuanhuai, it was when Xuan Yi led the generals to see Feng Tian.

"I also hope so. If someone can take my place in the family in the future, I will choose to do so," Huo Shiyun also said with a smile.

"I hope to be sick every day, I like being taken care of by you like this," Jiang Yiran sat on the sofa after eating.

The old master was shivering and sweating, unable to figure out whether to blame or thank this abominable demon seed.

"Hey, Churan?" A low male voice came from the other end of the phone, but when An Xia'er heard this voice, her first reaction was not anxiety, but she couldn't help biting her lip and crying.

Jiang Yiran frowned slightly. Grandpa was miserable because of you this time. An Chuling originally thought about divorcing him.

He looked at the height of the iron gate and climbed directly onto it. Uncle He and several young people in the village saw it and immediately rushed up to climb the iron gate together.

"Father, why could the public clan work together during the time of the former Martial King, but now they can't?" Thinking of this again, Xiong Jing asked.

Xu Ming, whose spiritual sense had just entered the space of the storage bag left by the ancestor of the Shi family, showed a look of realization on his face, and then, with a movement of his mind, he scanned the spacious dimensional space inside the storage bag.