Chapter 313: The Poem is Not Yet Old, Not Failing Youth

In the simply furnished ward, the materials Old Qian had asked people to bring recently were piled up like a mountain beside the hospital bed.

After Old Qian drank a sip of water, his spirit was obviously much better.

"Temporary Equipment [Glass Cup]: 23:45:12"

"The water contained in this container can restore the user’s physical strength and energy. The effect varies with the state at the time of drinking; it is ineffective when full, and can restore 3% (weakened) per mouthful when exhausted, consuming extra body heat."

Tom approved of this very much, feeling it was on par with his own handsomeness, with Tom’s left eye being the Sharingan and the right eye the Byakugan.

After Yu Minggong and Cen Yizhi made great efforts to rectify the water transport, the status quo of water transport was completely different. Both grain and silver could arrive on time, and the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the capital spent three peaceful years in one breath.

Back then, Zhou Tunan even had the idea of wanting to break into this hell to find hellfire to cultivate the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover.

Zhou Tunan was satisfied upon hearing this; in these years, it was not easy to find a few people who understood Western arithmetic.

The performance of others was also quite good, including those few newcomers, basically none of whom dropped the chain.

"Understood." Although Song Qianqian had some doubts in her heart, she still nodded seriously and forcefully.

"Was it her idea or your idea to let you come to the elite class to cultivate?" Gu Ying asked again.

Yu Qiaoyun looked at Cen Guozhang, her beautiful eyes like the thick fog in the autumn valley, unable to see what was contained inside.

Due to the limitations of architectural technology, the walls of this era were much thicker, and even glass windows had to be much narrower.

Sasuke’s indifferent and firm words echoed in the empty streets of Konoha; at this time, there was not a single pedestrian on the street.

An Ruoqiu gently patted Zhang Jiayi’s shoulder to show comfort, without saying any comforting words.

They wanted to use their bodies to block the enemy, at least to block for a few more moments, allowing their families to be safe for a while longer. After all, they would be killed if they didn't resist, so since that was the case, it was better to do as that soldier said: kill one and break even, kill two and make a profit; they couldn't let the other party off cheaply even in death.

Under the injection of that majestic Yuan power, violent and peerless fluctuations rippled out from the Void Thunder Pattern Cauldron.

Zhang Yifeng also recognized the aura of that person; as he thought, it was Leng Qianqiu, who had just parted ways with him and He Yajiao not long ago.

In mid-air, the arrow suddenly burst into raging flames, burning like heavenly fire, the surrounding space distorting, and wherever it passed, flowers, grass, and trees turned into ashes in an instant.

Four figures waved their arms repeatedly, and terrifying energy blades, each ten-plus zhang long, formed an incomparably huge energy blade giant net, enveloping the space spaceship.

After He Huan left, Xiang Xue finally tasted a bit of the flavor. Did He Huan mean that he was going to work with her to the end?

Previously, he had personally experienced how terrifying the strange energy around the Reincarnation Lingzhi was; even his strength at the eighth rank of the Spirit Venerable Realm couldn't resist it, so how could Ye Mo obtain it smoothly?

If he could hold on, he could pass through this sect-protecting array; if he couldn't hold on, he would have to die miserably here.

The Demon Race also possessed a God-Realm powerhouse, in a situation not much different from that Demon God, both still in a state of slumber, not yet fully awakened. In the great chaos of demons and monsters in the past, the demon and monster races were completely defeated. Although these two true god powerhouses of the monster and demon races survived by luck, they were not lightly injured.

"Two days later, she and I will register at the Civil Affairs Bureau." Ye Beichen said this more firmly than ever before.

A cold silence. A group of cultivators looked at each other, remaining silent. People who could take out one hundred and fifty spirit stones were already rare, and those who needed flying swords were even rarer, so no one bid.

Fortunately, I came up the mountain to pick herbs, and there were some hemostatic and pain-relieving herbs in the basket, so it didn't matter.