Chapter 83: A Noble Lady of Great Divine Powers... (Chapter 5, Requesting First Orders!)

Evening.

After dinner, Qi Hui and the others played computer games in the dormitory.

They called it training reaction speed and marksmanship.

After all, live ammunition wasn't provided now, but the marksmanship they had just practiced couldn't be lost, could it?

So, they got a few computers and played CS.

"Holy crap! Push, push, push!"

"Wait for me, I'm rushing in alone! Hold firm, and we'll find a way!"

"Shut up!"

"Low health, low health, before I die I'll give"

The Nether Emperor extended his right hand, aimed at the Samsara Heavenly Emperor, and grasped the air; an extremely powerful suction force formed in his palm.

Hearing this, Long Pingfan drew the Green Radiance Sword, dug up earth from the ground, took four tree roots about a foot long and as thick as an arm, split two of them, and said to Wu Jiaojiao.

Seeing Gu Ling'er appear, the crowd present erupted in heated discussion, filled with confusion and incomprehension, for in their eyes Gu Ling'er was only twenty or thirty years old, yet possessed such cultivation; how could they believe it?

Watching the roaring Sword Heart, the corners of my mouth lifted slightly; I didn't understand a word he said, but I saw her again.

Fu Qingyang repeatedly recalled the words they spoke at the waterside pavilion, including Lu Qing'er's expression. He felt Lu Qing'er must not have betrayed him but was just pouting with him, which was why she said such things. If she had already had an impure relationship with the Demon Lord, she should have had no face to come find him.

Even the new disciples who had originally blindly trusted Lin Yun fell silent at that moment. Whether Lin Yun's results were true, they too had no certainty in their hearts.

"Bang!" Before the veteran could drop, a scarlet flower of blood bloomed on his chest. As his chest cavity exploded, the veteran's body was carried ten-plus zhang by the arrow's force, then fell to the ground with a plop.

"Ah!" Wang Xiu stood at the door, quite stunned. What situation was this? He seemed to have done nothing at all.

Unceasing explosions rang in his ears; he saw soldiers falling, their eyes filled with unwillingness; he saw the Dark Gate slaughtering their soldiers in a cruel and inhumane manner.

"Go get something from him, my thing. If the thing is there, everyone is happy. If the thing is not there, I will make him a truly famous Bao Qingtian!" Cheng Yu set down the empty cup and patted the man's shoulder, saying.

At this moment, Wang Feng sat cross-legged on the slightly crude bed, his pores absorbing the spiritual energy in the air at a speed visible to the naked eye; that spiritual energy swarmed toward him, almost forming a solidified lump of spiritual energy.

He retracted his protective shield and put it into the treasure pouch, then used the Divine Striding Art and set out again with Yaqian; half a day later they arrived at the capital V City of the Luotuo Kingdom, then entered the secret passage beneath the Empress Dowager Viewing Wall and returned to the Pure Yang Palace.

He walked once around the city wall, telling his team members his intentions whenever he saw them; he strolled along the wall as if taking a leisurely walk. The city guard's detective team members, seeing him so calm, admired Huang Shaoxian to the point of prostration.

In the vast Chengfu Hall, Nangong Ling sat on the central dragon throne, while below him was Nangong Yu; before the purple sandalwood gilded square table were placed the finest delicacies and fine wines from the palace, their fragrance wafting everywhere; on the empty ground below, graceful palace dancers danced to the sound of zithers and lutes.

To know, even a living Martial King powerhouse fighting four fourth-tier demonic beasts would face certain death; yet, what was Long Tianyi's cultivation level? Only Martial Master ninth stage! If this news spread to the outside world, how many people would be thunder-struck to death by it?

Zhao Dahai, originally an official, was well-versed in the Mizhi layout; needing no guidance from anyone, he rushed straight to the granary.

Taking off his helmet, he breathed heavily; the Xuantian Technique within his body circulated once through his meridians, instantly making him feel much less fatigue; he washed his face and went downstairs to eat.