Chapter 111: Taizu Long Fist and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms

The water in the fish pond was clear and pure; clear water holds no fish, yet these fish thrived in such clear, pure water, appearing especially lively and free.

The Reincarnation wheel in mid-air was constantly pushed back by overwhelming firepower; a single mech could never contend with a main gun mounted on an aircraft carrier.

Wang Zheng planned for two contingencies, setting aside all trivial matters to cultivate wholeheartedly; whether opening the Heavenly Court to gather fortune or seizing the Primordial Source to sprout new life, both required strength.

Only some data on the screen displayed its falling speed and current altitude.

Hearing him say this, Gao Shun sighed in relief; it turned out he wasn't acting presumptuous because he was about to become a father—that was good, as long as he still had his reason.

Feeling sad for him was also quite moving, so I wanted to adjust the original plan and start writing content focused on emotions, serving as comfort for my best friend.

The two clashed in momentum, exploding the snow; people around flew out like kites with broken strings. Within ten li, not a single snowflake remained. Wang Zheng couldn't help but step back several paces, while Qi Yunyong stood motionless.

Security level is now officially raised to maximum. All combat personnel immediately enter their respective combat units. All fire control systems will unlock in two and a half minutes; each unit may engage freely.

Su Shitong told him that the sword piercing his body had caused his meridians to break and sustain damage; even if his body fully recovered, his cultivation power could not return to its original level, and future cultivation would be severely affected.

A cultivator with a cold, sinister face said, "Kunpeng, just say whatever you have to say directly. You know that people like us do not act unless we are certain of success."

Following the officer to the steel wall, there were seven black bundles beside it, and two ropes along the wall.

It can be said that even if Jiang Fan were placed on the world's top stage, as long as he did not wish to die, no one could harm him in the slightest.

With that said, she really had forgotten; it seemed she had indeed mentioned taking an exam or something before, but with so many recent matters, she had simply forgotten.

In Shuanghe Courtyard, Huo Xingya had long come to find Huo Mingshuang but could not locate him, which made him strange; he ordered people to search everywhere, yet saw no trace of Huo Mingshuang, leading him to suspect he had been kidnapped. Thus, he dispatched personnel to conduct a carpet search for Huo Mingshuang's whereabouts.

The more Fengqiu spoke, the more unstable his emotions became, until he sank into past memories. The Canglan sword stuck in the ground suddenly stood upright in mid-air, its blade covering the sky, and slashed toward the abyss.

In the ears of the youth, or even that family, the phrase "different" meant Jiang Fan was judged a waste at birth.

At that time, he was also her favorite student; the other students under the teacher, though competent, were far inferior compared to him.

Soon after, he arrived at Long Zi's home. The servants in Long Zi's house naturally knew Liang Feng, since he had come just last night and appeared very close to their master.

"Dad, I think you've just spoiled this girl rotten," a stern voice suddenly sounded at the doorway.

The full sheet of paper was covered with names of various fierce beasts: Xiao Hu, Xiao Bao, Xiao Xiong, Xiao Mang, and so on.

The lightning storm jointly created by the talisman masters of both sides not only directly took the lives of many players from three guilds but also unavoidably harmed the innocent; even more single players surrounding both formations perished.

Ye Mo also waited quietly; he had not purchased defensive armor because he felt it would be of little use, and it was better to save up some funds to directly forge a Divine Spirit set.

Shao Zhaomo released his arms crossed over his chest, looked at Tang Dashao walking out of the ward, and silently gave him a thumbs-up.

Upon arriving at the airport, they did not wait long in the terminal before preparing to board. Walking one after the other while queuing to board, someone ran over in a hurry. Hearing the low shout from behind, Shu Huaye reached out and pulled the person behind him into his embrace.

Even with a weapon possessing Primordial Source binding abilities, they could not hold back the God of Slaughter and the Lord of Wild Winds, so they dared not pursue further.

But when the wind and sand slowly cleared, the Silver Feather was seen hovering precisely at Nanyang's neck, having not pierced through, leaving only a faint trace of blood.

"Yes, I want to see him again! Wushuang is gentle and considerate, unlike certain people who are cold and irritable, with such a twisted personality." I am talking about you, Xiao Yu. Well, can you eat me?

To the surprise of Xi Men Jinlian, regarding this very ordinary question, the old count actually frowned and did not answer. Fortunately, at that moment, the music suddenly stopped entirely, followed by bright lights turning on.

Seeing Yun Xian's stance, everyone's faces brightened with joy; nothing else mattered except Lian Yuan here. And Master Wu Tanlang, who feared no Lian Yuan, was still staring at him—that was the most important thing.

Only by organizing and piecing together these misplaced memory fragments could the audience suddenly realize: the story originally began this way.

For some reason, the bandit camp below the mountain, previously bristling with swords and halberds, suddenly displayed white banners everywhere, and with the playing of mournful music, it became solemn and grave.

Hong Zhanyuan, having lost a large hand, did not pursue further. After his newly grown palm restored its flesh and blood, it slowly opened. Inside the palm was a mass of refined blood constantly writhing, like living flesh and blood.

Inside the wine house, countless cultivators discussed the matter, each admiring and sighing: what is peerless talent, what is a prodigy appearing out of nowhere, none weaker than the geniuses of the Heavenly Domain.

"I'll handle the ball!" He Jie shouted. Their teammate passed the ball to He Jie, while Chu Lang rushed urgently toward the front court.