Chapter 102: Eunuchs Have Always Had Great Fame

The ancient sheepskin scroll, of unknown origin, bore mottled marks, clearly having passed through many hands.

The Wu Gong known as Qiankun Da Nuoyi can unleash one's latent potential, rapidly learn new martial arts, borrow force to strike, draw and shift an opponent's attacks or object positions, and convert the Yin and Yang Qi within the body to make combat flexible and varied.

It can even, by inverting the true Qi within the body, replicate an opponent's martial arts moves, rebound attacks, and transfer pain.

This Cultivation Technique bears similarities to the Xiang Ruo Prajna Art.

He thought to himself, amazed even by his own reaction. He was a prince of the Haoyue Empire, a village boy, a black earth dog, yet he had actually scared him; this was truly seeing a ghost. He quickly steadied his spirit.

His hands gripped the hilt of the Futu Sword tightly, and black green smoke rose from where his hands clutched.

Seeing Chen Feng's vacant eyes and his face filled with terror and stupor, the bald giant grew even more furiously enraged, his spittle nearly spraying onto Chen Feng's face.

Among these three families, if one were to speak of the one contributing relatively less, it would only be the Dong family. Although Dong Tianhua spared no effort to curry favor with Yang Yi, Dong Ba would not act without regard for consequences like his son, even though he too was pleased to see the two families unite in marriage.

Wang Xi and Wang Nan were completely at a loss; now, the only one in the hall who could be relied upon was Xu Fan alone.

The originally tense voices of discussion, the urgent voices of prohibition, the despairing sighs... at this moment, all returned to silence.

Just then, a killing intent that pierced the heavens erupted from the Primordial World! It shook heaven and earth! Its momentum shocked Qinghua! While Li Feng was merely slightly startled.

As the beast tide surged forward like a tidal wave, a man with a cynical smile on his face appeared within the beast tide, holding a Wang Sword in his hand, approaching silently.

How long had it been since Dong Zhuo fought or showed off? As soon as he caught an opportunity, he immediately jumped out to shout and clamor.

Of course, they did not possess a data-like summary of strength called 'experience'; inexplicably, they discovered their cultivation was increasing.

She had long known he would feel guilt beyond measure; it seemed she truly understood him well! Yan Wan thought, feeling that although she could not be described as light as a swallow, at least she would not feel pain so severe that she bared her teeth and grimaced at every movement.

The slender, graceful figure of Gu Shiba Niang outside the door had already walked far away, turning right at the intersection without the slightest hesitation.

The carriage swayed and rocked for a long time; Gu Shiba Niang remained silent, staring blankly at the swaying carriage curtain.

"You know how to use a sword, don't you?" The Young Master in white robes walking side by side with Han Xin turned his head, noticed the Yuchang at Han Xin's waist, and asked with some curiosity.

They were stopped outside by the guards and not allowed into the city because the war had just subsided and the King of Zhenan was trapped in the battlefield; fearing someone might intentionally cause trouble, the city gates were guarded very tightly.

Dinner was at the Pietro Hotel on West 58th Street. The lavishly decorated hotel had various brands of caviar. Yan Wan felt embarrassed that she had no particular preference for caviar. She felt that caviar was even less comfortable to eat than the fried egg she made, despite the jaw-dropping price.

Therefore, after Zhang Er became successful, he never forgot this benefactor and once strongly invited him to come out of seclusion to assist him, but was refused. Later, he could only send money and grain up the mountain monthly to slightly express his gratitude.

In the midst of the counter-current, through hundreds of time travels to conquer an elf, Ye Lian's method could already be called unprecedented, and likely will never be repeated.

After Ye Huang pressed her chest and took several deep breaths, she finally suppressed the feeling of nervousness in her heart. Then she observed Mo Ji, discovered he was indeed fast asleep, and only then felt relieved to return to the table, resting her chin on her hand and pondering whether she should build a good relationship with her cheap father and this poisonous-tongued old narcissus.

"Is that so?" Orimori Kurumi, for her part, looked delighted, listening with great interest to Teacher Shichi Zui's lecture and explanations.