Chapter 143: The Classic of the Mountain Character

Zhao Ti stood in the room with his eyes slightly closed, his body swaying as he repeatedly practiced the same move of the Fist Technique.

It was the second posture of the Grand Ancestral Long Fist; ever since returning from Leigu Mountain, he had been continuously pondering the fist-intent and true force exertion of this second posture.

Without the first posture, this second posture would have no foundation to build upon, like a castle in the air with no idea where to begin construction; only with a true first posture could one follow its intent and force, and continue to derive further postures.

Since leaving Leigu Mountain, he had already tried hundreds and thousands of times, yet

"Then..." Before Snow Ti could finish speaking, a brilliant light radiated from her body, and the mature-onee-san figure instantly shrank, reverting to her loli appearance.

"Commander Zhao, you really are humorous. The position of Chief Instructor of the South Sword Special Forces is extremely sensitive—how could it possibly be given to a person of unknown origin to hold? Besides, haven't you always been very fond of Zhao Xing?" Guo Donglin said with a puzzled look at Zhao Muchen.

"This kind of outfit is completely unsuitable for combat; I'm not one of those human-shaped things from Griffin's brothel," the Quartermaster said.

However, merely opening his mouth wide was fundamentally incapable of threatening Ye Tian. Because Ye Tian could not breathe, the battle had to be decided quickly, so he slightly raised the power within his body.

When the old man finished this sentence, Yao Ming was greatly shocked in his heart: The ninth form of the Potian Sword Art had been lost since the previous Potian Sword Master fell—how could this old fellow possibly still know how to use it? Impossible, he must be deceiving me.

A mischievous smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth; with a tug of his hand, Lin Shiyu's body instantly lost its balance, a startled cry escaping her lips, and the beauty on her face changed color.

"Hehe, in my opinion the Bermuda area has the most opportunities—there's also the most wrecked ships there. If we could go treasure-hunting on the seabed there, hehe, we'd definitely strike it rich." Lin Hu looked up and laughed, his eyes filled with longing.

And to participate in the Qianlong Assembly, one must first obtain a Qianlong Token. The True Dragon Clan would place the Qianlong Tokens into the Qianlong Abyss beforehand; as for whether one could obtain them, that depended entirely on one's own ability.

"Gentlemen monkeys, we truly are Wu Yang's friends. We came here purely to look for Wu Yang, not to attack you. You are the monkey descendants of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven—do you think we'd dare come here to cause trouble?" Bai Suzhen still said calmly.

After much deliberation, Zhang Guangyue still gave up on this plan; between the two colossi of the Yang family and the Ma family, he did not want to offend either one.

Just at this moment, people came out of the kitchen one after another, walking outward with dejected expressions.

Even if Nie Lingzhu had his difficulties, even if he had thousands upon thousands of reasons, the worry and panic in his eyes could not deceive anyone.

Afterwards, the media company of the SM Group relocated to Xihai for development. Their business in Xihai City was the Yuma International Building, which they had built in Xihai City in earlier years. Upon entering Xihai this time, they directly kept the top ten floors of Yuma for their own company's use.

Most importantly. Qi Lu did not abandon her own safety to do these things. On the contrary, regarding her safety, Qi Lu arranged the work even more appropriately. This put Lin Yichen at ease as well. So, under the condition of ensuring Qi Lu's safety, she also wanted to do some more meaningful things even more.

Right there in the Quartz Arena, after the Rotom Dex detected a life response in the flames, Tanabasa Blue Bird also felt a special power.

After watching for a while and discovering that Zhao Lin'er seemed a bit shy, Ye Feng withdrew his gaze and continued chatting with her.

When Shen Qingwu looked at the cup of fruit tea before her, brimming with rich fruit fragrance and overflowing tea aroma, she only slightly furrowed her brow, took a sip, then set it down. The moment she raised a silk handkerchief to wipe the corner of her mouth, the mouthful of fruit tea in her mouth had already been spat into the handkerchief in her hand, without a trace.

With a crisp "bang," Su Heng smashed the white porcelain cup that Li Quan had handed him for rinsing his mouth. The cup shattered at the sound, like the fury now filling the Emperor's heart.