Chapter 568: Everything Follows First Come, First Served

A Qi Refining cultivator snatched the sword first to slash at a Foundation Establishment mid-stage—anyone else would have been crushed instantly.

But Fang Buhai was different; when he struck, he combined it with Fire Escape Technique, making him hard to catch in the short term, and in this setting, Fang Shuheng couldn’t afford to kill outright, so Fang Buhai slipped through like an eel, trading blows with Fang Shuheng for several rounds.

Han Gao, of all people, chimed in from the side: “Oh! Little Fang’s got guts—challenging Gao Xiu, a Foundation Establishment mid-stage, and—”

“If you drag her over now, what would you say to her? Do you think she’d believe you?” the spirit said, expressionless.

“Bro, look how humble she looks!” Zhou Chen sneered at me, fists clenched—I had no doubt he’d smash them into my head any second.

All the classmates quickly covered their noses with obvious disgust, unwilling to let that stinking air enter their nostrils.

She’d always noticed Shen Guyan’s skin looked quite good, assuming he had his own special skincare routine.

Back then, she didn’t know what he planned, so she played along, returning the bracelet—this way, whatever he intended would backfire on himself, and all she had to do was wait for the incident to unfold and find out who was targeting her.

If Su Wuxi found out he’d been watching him all along, he’d lose face—he couldn’t let go of his pitiful pride. Yuan Hetian didn’t know what to do, so he downed another shot of strong liquor; he never thought he, Yuan Hetian, would one day drown his sorrows in alcohol.

Just remember these three formulas, and most pursuit problems can be solved. For example, your problem here—we can analyze it by drawing a diagram.

I stared in shock at the stage, and after a brief moment of surprise, the crowd around me began discussing Ah Huai’s identity.

As soon as Liu Zhan pointed to the upper-left corner of Shanggu, a natural cave opening appeared instantly—deep beyond sight—observe closely.

Just as always, waves of mist surged forth, gathering at the valley’s peak and churning endlessly.

As Lu Ping drove the Dragon Spirit into the subterranean dragon vein, the spiritual energy in Tianfu Yipin reached its peak.

“Run?” Meng Zhaojun sneered coldly—like a beautiful butterfly, she possessed terrifying speed and chased after him directly.

No one objected, so Yan Buge was about to announce the dissolution—when a foreign voice came from outside the door.

Ji Zeqiu pushed the door open and was startled by Lin Xu, sitting on the floor, half her body slumped over the sofa.

At the hospital I felt fine, no worries or anything—but after staying a week, I was discharged and taken to a prison cell. Inside, someone threw a blanket over me and beat me senseless—I lay on the ground, unable to move from the pain.

Xue Dong and the other two kept working, changing tactics—they piled all the cut grass to one side and temporarily didn’t burn it.

“Ask? Fine.” Keke’s face turned cold; she pulled out her phone and called her boyfriend right in front of everyone.

Brother Fried refused the Tian Dou Imperial Academy, didn’t send him to the Wu Hun Sect—yet chose this ordinary high-level Soul Master academy?

No matter how he calculated the moves, searched for openings, it all seemed within the opponent’s design—he couldn’t break free, and he longed to drag that ancient sage out of his coffin and demand: What’s the next move?

Hu Simeng’s meridians were damaged in multiple places, three ribs broken, internal organs shaken—but stabilized for now by the Zao Hua Pill’s effect.

Li Dian’s personal guards surged forward, pinning Dian Wei, while several soldiers sprinted off carrying Li Dian toward the army. Dian Wei was blocked by the crowd, unable to pursue—furious, he roared like a wild beast.

The round table had only six seats; after the five finished their game, Chen Bingwen walked over and sat in the empty spot, placing the chips she held on the table.