Chapter 128: Li Qiushui's Message

This person was actually suspended by ropes, his waist and legs relying entirely on the strength of the black cords to assume the posture of sitting in mid-air.

Zhao Ti examined the man closely, seeing three feet of black beard without a single gray strand, a face like jade, not a single wrinkle; though clearly advanced in years, he still radiated vigor and an elegant demeanor.

This must be Wuya Zi.

Su Xinghe bowed and said, "Master, your disciple is useless..."

The man sighed, "You being useless is not a matter of half a day or..."

"It is not yet time; you should go with everyone to evacuate the refugees." After Grandmaster Xu Fu finished speaking, Gongshu Wushuang also withdrew. Seeing that Grandmaster Xu Fu had not told us about the final mechanism, we could only leave in disappointment.

Boom! The old man's body seemed struck by a heavy blow, flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground.

"You will know in a moment." Wang Feng's eyebrows lifted slightly, exuding a transcendent ease and great unconventionality.

Lin Shi felt awkward; he knew Lin Xiao Jue better than anyone. He still remembered the Lin family's rear courtyard, but however ruthless she was, she had never harmed him, her own father, so what was there to fear?

Ruomeng, having been here once before, said to Jiajia; hearing Ruomeng speak thus, Jiajia could no longer look down on Yang Mu, so she picked up her chopsticks and tasted a bit of a dish called Stone-Grind Tofu.

At this stage, this army trapped in desperation already understood the fate awaiting them. They gathered the remaining mobile troops and formed a final formation around the wooden cross.

Lan Junyuan, having measured the amount, stopped drinking and looked at Yifeng pouring and drinking alone: "Drink less; no one is pressuring you to drink." His tone was quite gentle, like a wife comforting her husband.

The good news was that with nearly a full day and night of preparation time, the vast majority of the common people had been moved to relatively safe places, and the stored supplies and ammunition had basically been evacuated; moreover, after a day of fighting, the bandit camp had profited greatly.

According to intelligence, the guests staying here must be the target. Although she did not imagine the opponent to be some three-headed, six-armed figure, she had not previously believed such a face-to-face conversation was possible.

With this needle, Hua Bin would surely die on the spot; this was her ultimate mission for today. Therefore, although the previous round of attacks was dense with firepower, they were all concentrated on Hua Bin's legs, giving him a chance to dodge; the purpose was to distract him and create a kill opportunity for Hua Ying.

Just now, the road taken by Sima Dao was dry, with no snow; even at the park entrance, it was dry; so how could their feet be stuck in mud?

Butudun sensed the crisis; his mission to Bingzhou this time was also to seek counsel from Liu Bian, wondering if Liu Bian had a solution to these problems, but Liu Bian was leading troops in battle elsewhere, and Butudun found no answer.

Tang Yanbing dodged Beibei's attack with another flash, but immediately after, a series of beautiful and melodious flute sounds entered Tang Yanbing's ears. Hearing this flute sound, Tang Yanbing felt something was terribly wrong; sure enough, the next moment Tang Yanbing's speed was weakened by about ten percent.

Once mastered, if the effect is good, such schools can be established in each province, solving the problem of refugees and beggar children while training craftsmen and talented people for the Da clan.

To attract attention, Chang Le was responsible for helping Baili cheat, while Wu Ze went behind the gambling house to search for evidence.

"I wish to invite two fairies to my residence for a drink of water and a meal to relieve your fatigue," Guan Shengbai said with a joyful expression.

"Nephew Wu You, I wish you a swift return after your trials," Ma Youfeng said with a smile to Leng Wu You, then waved at Liu Wuying and flew with Liu Wuying toward a distant mountain peak.

Tang Yanbing only felt a massive pressure pressing down directly, crushing him until he could barely breathe.

Just as Tang Yanbing was about to unleash his Fire Dragon Martial Soul to directly burn the vine entangling him, a gentle spiritual power emanated from the vine, as if telling Tang Yanbing that it would not harm him.