Chapter 180: Rest Assured, This Isn't the Only Loss You'll Suffer

"Last one, Long Aotian... buddy, that name of yours is a target for beatings; I suggest buying a name-change card to swap it out."

Hearing Wu Wang's complaint.

A short, chubby boy in the corner stood up, scratching his head with an awkward expression.

"Big Shot Yan, I want to change it too, but who knew this Spirit Calamity game has no name-change cards!"

"I didn't pay attention when creating the account and just picked a random name."

"Here, this is my debt."

"Boss, rest assured, we know our limits." The remaining three also couldn't suppress their excitement; they each took their weapons and were eager to refine them. This Emperor-Grade divine weapon was not like a Saint Artifact; with Bai Yunfei and the others' strength, they could refine it, though it would consume some Yuan Qi.

Tu Xicai and Song Aoxing entered the cabin and bowed to Lin Xi. Lin Xi said, "Everyone sit," and casually took off the brown pheasant and white pearl golden crown from her head.

A huge magic array gradually appeared in the space; this thing was obviously a teleportation magic.

Qiandao Xingyin vaguely felt that this child was the same as back then, always liking to smile that way, and always able to understand the villains.

Niuhuru Fei, lying on the ground, kept pushing herself backward with her hands, wanting to hide, but Qing Ling's gaze kept following her, leaving her nowhere to hide.

But the students around had already surrounded them, murmuring and discussing; after hearing Meijiayingsha's words, they pointed at Qiandao Huanya even more inexplicably.

Not daring to waste time, Mu Chen took the opportunity to find a relatively stable space, let Baobao and Pipi guard it, and began to constantly contemplate on his own.

He was already very popular, but because he always kept a cold face and was surrounded by a dangerous aura, others dared not approach him.

Immediately after, the others turned around, and what came into view were more than twenty physical education students, with the young man whom Chen Lei had kicked down leading them.

The other concubines were somewhat unwilling to leave just like that, but seeing that no one else made a move, they didn't have the courage to say anything and had to all withdraw.

Because the so-called Evil God avatar was actually just an illusion of the Evil God.

He took out a cigarette, as if living in memories again; suddenly, his thin, cold lips actually lifted slightly, revealing a trace of something that could be called a smile.

"Fine, since you are so unwilling, then let's part ways here. The road is wide, each goes their own way, and from now on we have nothing to do with each other!" Lin Xinyi said with a dark face, furious, with killing intent surging in her eyes.

Fortunately, his reaction was still quick; from start to finish he had acted quite calmly. The Demon Clan youth's face didn't change, and he immediately turned around, waving his hands in the air, wanting to use the Grappling Hand technique to turn the tables.

"Senior, junior has not yet formally thanked you for saving my life, I..." He bowed respectfully with hands clasped, solemnly thanking the other party, but before Xiao Mingxin's words had even finished, Du Kunyi smiled and waved his hand, signaling him not to be so formal.

Artificial Demon, this was Old Watere's hope, and Wilbur perfectly fulfilled his ideal. That child was as if possessing the wisdom of the gods; no matter what spell, he could learn it easily, even though he was just a newborn child.

"Tiger Roar Shakes the Universe!" A fierce tiger, carrying immense spiritual power, surged upward and directly destroyed that formation. This was a high-level martial art that Xiao Mingxin had stolen back then from Zhao Xuan, the outstanding one of the Divine Peng Clan; its attacking power was no weaker than the Hidden Dragon Palm.

"This doesn't seem appropriate, are you joking?" Qin Hao touched his forehead, saying with a bit of a headache.

She pressed the fruit knife against Lu Xiaohua's stomach, but Lu Xiaohua did not, like Yang Ruolin, cry herself into a ghost; she frowned, she was afraid, but not afraid of death to the extent that Yang Ruolin was.