Chapter 846

To be fair, you can’t just say you had a fight before and now act as if nothing happened and make up.

After all, Abbot Zhou Yi is famously petty.

Only after Li Yanhong had done everything he was supposed to did Zhou Yi finally shake his hand and make peace, smiling as he chatted about flowers and moonlight.

He also got to know the people around Da Ma.

“That woman named Ma Yun seems to really want to learn from you.”

Night.

Returned to

At this moment, the viewers in the streamers’ live rooms went wild—normally these masters often met in high-rank Ionia Diamond One or King matches, but this was the first time four masters gathered together in Bronze rank, and how could they not be excited?

The troops stationed at the dock town had all witnessed the aerial bombardment, which greatly boosted their morale; each man was fired up, burning with passion, eager to fight the Japanese to the death.

Feng Leng nodded with a smile, swung a sharp palm strike to the young master’s neck, knocking him unconscious. Before the two servants could react, his massive fist came crashing down with a whistling rush—thud, thud—those two cruel lackeys were also felled by Feng Leng.

With a chilling wail that pierced the lungs, the neatly lined chemical suit zombies shuffled forward; their uniform attire proved these zombies were controlled, not merely lured.

The lower level suddenly exploded, a burst of sparks shot skyward, the shockwave slamming into the ceiling—Queen, who had been lying on the marble floor watching the dance through the transparent crystal, startled upright in an instant.

If they had provoked Spider-Man like this before, they might have only received a light lesson—but now Spider-Man was seething with unspent rage, and this incident pushed him over the edge; the motorcycle gang could only consider themselves unlucky.

At the northern entrance of Sun Village, a porridge stall had been set up, drawing in countless poor people who had nothing to eat—of course, it inevitably attracted all kinds of people, good and bad.

So Chen Hao, ever the gentleman who cherished beauty, patiently peeled off the disguise from Zhi Cun Ying’s face.

To trap these Frenchmen, Gao Shan Fangzi specially pulled out four moles planted by rival factions from her gang and sent them off to die behind the wheel.

On a day in May 1940, Chai Long learned that not far away, in Huangguayuan, Tangyi County, there was an anti-Japanese guerrilla unit led by Ren Ming, a man from Rentikou northwest of Liaocheng, who had once been classmates with Dai Hongguang. Chai Long made contact with Ren Ming, who assigned him the same task: acquire weapons.

It wasn’t because of the heat, nor because of thirst—these were no longer major issues for Duan Ye’s current cultivation level. Duan Ye was genuinely both nervous and eager.

“What! I don’t believe it—how could you, at only Fifth Layer of Tianwu Realm, defeat Qi Xinhong? You must have used some dirty trick,” Gong Hanyu exclaimed in shock.

Soon after Yu Yan’s dizziness faded, a golden, transparent chamber thirty feet across appeared before him; beneath his feet, the array platform still glowed faintly golden and hummed softly, positioned precisely at the center of the vast chamber.

The seven or eight spotted tiger frogs here each possessed strength equivalent to the Early Fluid Stage; Yu Yan and the other cultivators ranked among the top three on the Immortal Sealing List would not fear facing even these eight frogs alone.

Directly north of the tower, the two large characters “Zijing” leapt into Ye Yanqing’s view; Ye Yanqing pushed open the door, and inside, it appeared as if no one had lived there for ages—dust thick, webs everywhere.

Like a thunderclap striking Jing Chuan’s heart—he how could know that Brother Ling Yi was dead! Did he also know I was a spy?