Chapter 228: Feng Yuxiu—He

Feng Yuxiu, five hundred meters away, frowned. He truly could not understand: it was a matter of life and death, so why were these people not running but instead staying in place to hold a meeting?

Was this looking down on his speed? He had already been watching for a minute and truly had no patience left.

Seeing this, the leader took to his heels and ran, while the other members retreated and fired back one after another.

"Xu Sanduo, don't let them escape!!"

Qi Huan chased up from behind and shouted.

I tested it, refusing to believe it, but the ghost train passed right through my body; it was as if he and I were products of two different worlds.

Although she wanted to open an ideal Underworld Pavilion before leaving to listen to stories and collect golden light of blessings, accumulating merit for after she became an immortal, that was only temporary.

He was originally a god who mistakenly entered the mortal realm and became a disciple of Tiandaozi. During his time as the mortal Junshan, he lost all memories of the God Realm and also once thought Tiandaozi was the executor and ruler who saved the world.

Turning his head, Zhong Li had arrived behind him at some point, her tray already empty, looking at him as if he were a fool.

The Trojans called a timeout. Henry Bibby subbed in Shelby Jordan, White Mamba, and Charles, plus Granville and Trepagnier; the starting lineup was complete.

And let me tell you, in just these five days, under the personal tutelage of that great expert Du Ling'er, Liang Ping'an's progress in learning boxing could be described as advancing by leaps and bounds.

Peter, however, ignored him completely, still looking at the Sorcerer Supreme, waiting for the other's reply.

The Kyushu Mini parked on the side of the road, and Old Chen pulled out the car keys before getting out of the driver's seat.

"That's right, we've been fighting for a month; regardless of how the progress adjustment is going, we should reduce the burden."

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Fire Saint Lord. The next moment, that overwhelming crimson-gold sea of fire crazily swept toward Jian Wushuang again.

Afterward, he immediately began closed-door cultivation in the secret chamber of this manor, absorbing and refining these Sacred Pills.

"You could say that." He Qihuan said; he couldn't very well say that he had been freeloading with his teacher and gotten caught.

Having entered the salon, Ye Chen skillfully followed the stairs up toward the second floor. Following the door number, he entered the room with the corresponding number. A layer of light shield at the door verified his identity and let him pass directly.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~~ One after another, crimson-gold fire pillars extended from that sea of fire. Each fire pillar was like a chain, crazily whipping toward Jian Wushuang from all directions, and Jian Wushuang immediately swung his sword to block.

"I wonder what the Second Prince wants to talk to us about?" Ke Shi always felt that A-Xiang had become different from a while ago; as for exactly how, he really couldn't say all of a sudden.

"Thank you, my Lord!" Xu Su said; he was also fortunate to have met the wise master he wanted here.

After entering the Blood Refining Realm, his senses all over his body became more sensitive, his nerve reaction speed became sharper and more flexible, and his internal organs began to be initially tempered, stabilized, and refined. The impurities in his blood and Qi were gradually refined, leaving only the essence.

Chu Feng knew he could not escape such a fate; in fact, he did not want to escape such a fate. Sometimes he felt that emperors were pathetic creatures; even the lovers they cherished might not necessarily be able to grow old together.

Leaping high in one step, Ye Chen's thoughts raced rapidly with his floating body, leaving a faint sigh in his mind. He was already on the verge of a desperate situation; whether he could survive this time depended on You's methods. The sniper rifle he had prepared just in case had also been used; his trump cards were becoming fewer and fewer.

Only Ye Qi, who was competing with her for the "Years of Gold," and Su Hui from Infinite Records showed expressions of regret, while Jiang Yao from Era Records was full of resentment, especially when Shi Jia hugged her.

Although he said it lightly, how could the terrifying nature of a Gold-level internal skill be glossed over so easily? ===== CHAPTER 229 =====