Chapter 150: Properly Obtained, Evil Xiezhi, Someone

Wu Wang reached out and pulled Old Xiezhi up from his bent-over posture, watching him with a teasing smile.

"What a coincidence, Old Xiezhi! What are you doing here? I thought I was the first to enter the 【Hidden Map】!"

This made Old Xiezhi feel awkward.

Because this place is the 【Ai Gu Yi Ruins】.

Logically, no one except the Strange Affairs Bureau should be able to reach here.

Yet now that Yan Shuangying has appeared, it means—

"It's simple enough—just go up…" Mo Chen's words died on his lips; he'd almost just blurted out that very thing.

With one step, Mo Fan reached the edge of the training ground; one step further, and he'd enter the 【Bound Heaven and Earth Array】.

Anni watched the message on her phone and could easily imagine He Yushu's tone as she said it.

But in this regard, the green-haired youth was overly worried—Zhao Lei, the camouflaged giant, wouldn't go that far.

The black hilt bore scales like those of a dragon, increasing friction, and was slightly longer than a standard hilt—even two hands couldn't fully grip it.

Qin Shaoyu left the set and walked back to the hotel with Bao Rutong; it hadn't snowed these past two days, but it was still cold.

While the standoff continued, a shadow slipped silently into the array; the frail figure seated in meditation looked up in shock.

Besides being fatter than Zhang Wei, he had nothing notable—his height matched Zhang Wei's, and his appearance was utterly ordinary.

Everyone sucked in a breath; this man looked more and more like a… a capricious lunatic—one moment grinning, the next knocking someone unconscious.

"It's… it's fine, they'll just talk about it online at most," Luo Hong comforted them—and herself.

"Sorry, I don't want to be friends with you!" Cheng Lingzhi's beautiful face was cold, her eyes brimming with revulsion, as if she'd just seen a pile of shit.

Tai Shi Ci stood seven feet seven inches tall, with a handsome beard, long arms skilled in archery, and never wasted a shot—he was a true divine archer.

Dai Li paced back and forth in the cave like a caged beast; suddenly, he snatched up a helmet, jammed it on his head, grabbed a Thompson submachine gun, and strode out.

Currently, the Tiger Fire Army still holds Datong and Taiyuan; Shaanxi has been handed over to Zhe Yanzhi's Northwest Army—first establish the three-way stalemate, or else civil war will spiral out of control.

Huang Kui looked up at the blue sky and white clouds; the sun had already tilted westward, its light no longer blinding. His gaze suddenly grew hazy, a faint mist swirling within it, then vanishing instantly.

At the door stood a group of flashy young people, not very old—around seventeen or eighteen, likely students of this school. The speaker was a bald man, currently smoking a cigarette at the threshold, yelling inside.

He turned back and saw her clad in white robes, pure as snow, untainted by dust, her grace ethereal and elegant like orchids and lilies; simply standing there, she was so beautiful he couldn't look away.

Seeing the booklet, he understood—and regretted it; he regretted having mentioned the 【Lingyin Seven Chants】 in the secret passage, which had brought disaster upon Xie Liuyun and the others.

The people around Ao Yu burst into laughter; apart from the furious Buddhist sect members, others also smiled faintly—for the Immortal Realm folk, the Buddhist sect was always an enemy, if not the greatest one.

"Doctor Cheng," someone knocked on her office door, interrupting Cheng Lingzhi as she reached for her phone.

"What do you mean? I don't understand your words," Bu Lai smiled, narrowing his eyes with confusion—he truly didn't grasp what Yang Chen meant.