Chapter 161: Treading Snow Without a Trace: Gaoliang River (Begging for Monthly Tickets)

Zhao Ti's trip to Shaolin at Songshan this time yielded a great deal.

Not only did he obtain the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic, he also obtained the Divine Foot Sutra, and based on it he trained the Cold Ice Divine Palm.

The Cold Ice Divine Palm, practiced for less than a day, could already be matched against Li Qiushui's internal force of over a jiazi, leaving one to gasp in admiration—clearly showing how extraordinary and fearsome it was.

When he first fought Li Qiushui he didn't use his full strength, in order to practice and familiarize himself with this Cold Ice true qi; after battling Li Qiushui for a long time, he later switched to the Sunflower Manual, and altogether it was only—

Ginobili was the first to react—wait, isn't Manu Ginobili a bit younger than me? Duncan and I, both older, have already re-signed, and Manu actually chose to retire?

Along the way, people were running toward that direction, and after flying a stretch further, countless people came fleeing back, as if they had seen something terrifying.

As if a pot had exploded, Huailiang pushed Du Gou aside, and Du Gou slapped away Yiai who was following behind Huailiang; in any case, they were like people on stimulants, whooping as they charged down the tower ship.

Qin Yan had no choice but to drag Whiteside to the arena entrance, but only upon arriving did he realize he had been set up.

If he doesn't rest, then as his best partner, the Spurs' perimeter duo built by Popovich—Leonard—can't rest either, after all, this pairing still needs more chemistry to fully gel.

It's just a pity he has no certainty of a kill shot; one could even say he isn't necessarily able to beat Ogu.

Zhao Min saw that after Wu Zijian was stopped by the police and the Miss in his arms speaking up, a look of indecision flickered across his face for a moment.

Wang Wu, in the middle of carrying out his duty, wore a solemn expression—utterly unlike the slick, jokey manner Wu Zijian had seen from him yesterday.

"Ha ha!" Huo Du laughed heartily, just about to step forward and take matters into his own hands, but the moment he took one step, his movement froze on the spot—because Day a was holding another bomb in her hand.

However, when they hit the ground, the two of them were almost tangled together like rolling gourds, tumbling together and crashing into the media seats outside the court.

The lights in the audience dimmed, while the lights on the stage appeared especially dazzling; that familiar De Yun Society announcer walked to the center of the stage.

"Reporting to the Commander—a Human race squad has been spotted to the northeast!" At that moment, a martial artist scouting the outer perimeter brought the news.

The second: take off Bayster, then pull Son Heung-min out to the right flank, and likewise bring Feng Quan back to the left forward position again.

Under such circumstances, even if Zhao Shixun wanted to put in ten times the effort of others, he still could not do it. Unless the others deliberately slowed down their own cultivation. But that is obviously something that could never happen.

"I've been awake the whole time. I felt you didn't want to see me, so I couldn't be bothered to open my eyes." Qing Lin said with a sullen face, his mood somewhat suppressed.

The sharp sword swept through, slashing diagonally downward. The Black Demon let out a deafening cry, high-pitched and full of rage; it twisted its body, and a pair of eyes that had been white tinged with red now turned as red as blood. The wings that had been trembling ceaselessly now flapped even more wildly, as if trying to crush the person before it to pieces.

The unorthodox sect's subtle and clever concealment measures were just the thing to make it convenient for Zhuo Yue and his companion to sneak in. This level of defense was, for two Foundation Establishment cultivators like Zhuo Yue and He Qi, completely as good as nothing; the two slipped in with the greatest of ease.

Finally, at the very center of the fleet, there were 5 ultra-giant transport landing ships together with 3 large comprehensive supply ships.

Now it seemed that the hazy grey energy was likely a special energy born only after the physical body had been tempered to the utmost extreme.

Besides, although sweetness was indeed not bad, and he did prefer sweet over salty—barely counting as a member of the "sweet faction"—the degree of sweetness Dumbledore liked had probably already gone beyond the category of "sweet."

"Mm, this matter will be left to you to arrange. Remember, unless absolutely necessary, do not take the lives of Pan Yun and the other two; just take Wang Chen's. If those three of them try to stop you, kill them and that's that." Lu Feng said calmly. For him, killing a person was as easy as killing a chicken.