Chapter 196: Eternal Spring Art, Divine Sword Scripture (Begging for Monthly Votes)

Yue Xuan Yuan Niao'er had originally wanted to fly out along with them, but felt something tugging at her sleeve.

"If Zhao Pengfei really is a spy the heretics planted in our organization, then he must be in contact with the heretics. Let's tail him!" Mi Jia thought for a long time, and finally made a decision.

Unconsciously, in Li Chen's mind flashed everything he had experienced since truly stepping onto the path of a martial artist.

I pouted. Good thing Youling was there, otherwise that chandelier just now would have smashed me to death—thinking about it now still sends a chill of fear through my heart.

... It's just that this movie inevitably received some negative reviews, quite a few of them, mainly accusing Luo Mo of dragging the pace, with the first half completely making it unclear what he was trying to say... it was only by relying on one song that the movie was pulled together.

Even he, after the clash just now, could not help but begin to doubt himself.

"Hall Master Ye, it seems that before long, you'll have one more disciple!" The Sect Master forced a smile, thinking that having run into such a fine seedling as Chu Junyu, Ye Qingyu should finally take on an apprentice, right?

"No! Child, don't go!" Lady Wanyue hurriedly circulated her essence, wanting to protect the child in her womb.

"Then come and meet your death. This general is a Demon Dragon Knight of the Great Xia Dynasty, here to deal with you." Bing Yu, stared at by A Jun, said angrily.

"Vulgar—only a vulgar bastard like you would come up with this kind of food." The senior disciple Yinyin beside them cursed.

This dream felt as if many years had passed, yet upon waking it had only been one night. She was a little weary, and looking at the pair of purple eyes that had opened just like hers, her heart was a tangle of mixed feelings.

Yu Changqing could no longer hear a single word of what Yu Weiyan was saying. Right now, his mind was filled with nothing but the news that Yu Fangfei had disappeared—that information flooded his brain and occupied every nerve.

But unfortunately, the cannon's range reached a thousand meters, and with the city's height, everything within three li was under fire. With over a dozen cannons on the wall firing at once, escape was hardly so easy.

Yu Weiyan had long been on guard against Yu Weiling and had already mapped out a roundabout rescue route in her mind. However, before she even had a chance to carry out her plan, she saw that Gong Yuchen, who had been standing at the doorway watching the show, flash to her side in an instant and very casually take Yu Weiling's hand.

At this moment, following a string of tremendous booms, Spirit Mountain was completely shrouded in the dust kicked up. Only after a short while did the dust gradually disperse, and the scene before their eyes became clear once more.

But the few cosplayers nearby saw this and grabbed him at once. The explosion just now had been too terrifying—running inside at a time like this was practically suicide. So they all worked together to pull the worker to one side, while some of the calmer ones organized everyone to scatter quickly and stay away from the blast site.

For two or three days in a row, Fang Zheng began to get bored, so he called his four disciples over and asked who wanted to go down the mountain.

Among the top powers of Qinglong City, the strongest was undoubtedly the Tongxuan Group, followed by the three great powers of the Brothers Alliance, the Martial Arts Hall, and the Beiming Family. Though the Tiangang Alliance was not weak, compared to these three great powers it was clearly a notch weaker.

Seeing Shangguan Chen in such a state, Meng Na figured he shouldn't stay here—die of his injuries and he'd die of anger anyway—so she hurriedly helped him away.

Xing Lian surveyed the eerie surroundings, slowly walking toward the light. Suddenly, someone patted her on the back. She turned her head, and through the thick fog, finally saw that the one who had patted her was none other than Sifeng Beiling.

Wu Chen's expression was indifferent. Sometimes he used his fists to defend, sometimes he clashed palms with Zhao Biao. Every time they exchanged blows, Zhao Biao would be sent staggering back a few steps, and Zhao Biao's hands would feel a twinge of pain.

Sitting beside Yang Guo was a man in his fifties. He had been sitting with his eyes closed in thought, but now he finally couldn't take it anymore.

At this thought, Baihua was seized with a resolve to die. Ignoring the blood on his face, he clenched his jaw tightly, abandoned his sword's defensive stance, and was ready for a life-or-death battle.

Li Lin, also a top student from Yan University's Economics Department, was in every respect even superior to Ling Zhengdao, and in talent was by no means his inferior.

Chu Tong's voice was even lower, but the Prince of Jing heard every word clearly. Listening to her, the corners of his brow twitched twice—how dare she say it. One sword strike and it's over, just like that, she says it as if it were nothing. So what does she want then?

Yang Mingjun watched Li Yi complain with a smile, saying nothing. After Li Yi had prattled on like a lunatic for a while, he abruptly shut his mouth, took a deep breath, and every trace of irritation and emotion in his eyes vanished in an instant. His gaze was calm to the point of cold, like profound ice accumulated over billions of years, without the slightest ripple of feeling.

Tian Lei was Zhao Xiuren's personal bodyguard, having helped Zhao Xiuren smooth over many matters. He cast a haughty glance at Wu Chen, and without a word, threw a punch straight at him.

This design theme, named "Ocean," appearing as the opening show of Fashion Week, shows just what a position it holds.

Sure enough, just as the monk fell to the ground groaning, a middle-aged swordsman with a brisk stride came striding in, wearing a bamboo hat and bristling with unstoppable momentum.

Qin Fanxing walked over and saw the couple in the kitchen—Qin Yinian in military uniform standing at the stove, and Li Xiangsi beside him, holding a cup of water and watching him cook intently. Their gazes met now and then by chance, filled with endless tenderness.

"Being with you all this time, I've seen plenty of high officials, but people like the Commandery Prince, who are warm to everyone, are very few. Especially with children—the way he looks at Mo'er reminds me of my father, full of love." Ding Yuying said.