Chapter 88: Internal Force Surges

Beiming Divine Art!

At this moment, Ding Chunqiu was nearly scared to death. The instant he saw Lingbo Weibu, he sensed something was wrong; and when the opponent's palm drew near and he felt wave after wave of suction, he immediately cried out.

The thing he had brooded over his entire life, never forgotten, even hated to the bone, was the Beiming Divine Art.

Wu Yazi would not pass Beiming on to him, and Li Qiushui knew Beiming yet still did not transmit it to him, so he had no choice but to blaze a new trail and create the Huagong Dafa.

But he knew perfectly well in his heart what kind of thing the Huagong Dafa actually was,

"What is this old man doing? Is he really going to bury himself?" Ye Shaoxuan watched the old man in white with full curiosity.

"You've all seen this scar on my face, haven't you? It's all thanks to Ma Long." Ma Chao said through gritted teeth.

Of course, it was no accident that Steward An would go serve as a steward at the City Lord's residence. His earlier refusal of Ye Shaoxuan was also well-intentioned — after all, it was Bai Xi who wanted to give Ye Shaoxuan a bit more tempering.

Amid his unwillingness, amid the silent questioning of his old friend, he had no choice but to drive this Dao seed into his friend's body.

His entire body was like a volcano about to explode, now artificially capped with a lid. One could well imagine what was brewing down below.

And just at this moment, Yang Chen suddenly raised his head, a pair of icy eyes staring straight at him, and his heart skipped a beat.

Wei Ye Feng always spoke very little; even when he called her, it was over in a minute at most.

The onlookers present silently retreated over a thousand zhang backward, leaving ample space for the fight.

Over there, Bixiao's gaze toward him grew increasingly hostile, leaving him completely baffled, not knowing what this had to do with that fellow Ao Bing — until he had shouldered nearly all the blame, the old Dragon King finally recounted Ao Bing's recent heroic deeds on the various immortal islands of the Eastern Sea.

Following that young man into a room, there he met the only three living cultivators of Tang Wu — middle-aged, outwardly around forty-something, looking close to fifty, with a certain rough-and-tumble air, very burly, and appearing to be the not-so-easy-to-talk-to type.

The image of himself kowtowing until he cracked his head open like a pile of tofu brains on the ground gave Chen Feng an unprecedented aversion toward tofu brains.

Sophomore exam question: within the allotted time, craft a combat puppet, then use the puppet made on the spot to fight.

Looking over, he saw her standing under the corridor, waving toward this side, pointing at the hall to signal that Huan Xiang had arrived.

The old man spoke again; though he asked whether it could be cured, just from his voice one could tell there was not the slightest hope in his heart.

Therefore, even if he was beaten to death by the Walkers team, he would still have to bite off a chunk of Henson on the way down. When a person is on the edge of a cliff, their fighting power can be unimaginably strong.

However, Zhang Li had been secretly on guard the whole time, detected it at the first instant, and timely blocked this killing blow.

Of course, what mattered more was that Li Jiuyou was a late Nascent Soul cultivator of the sect, and he would still have many matters in the future that required relying on this old ancestor.

Currently the North American base already had nearly a hundred thousand low-grade bio-humans, and the base's construction could truly be said to change with each passing day.

The already organized memories — all those various scientific and technological knowledge, all those internal cultivation methods, all those magic skills, as well as the law-combat techniques comprehended in the Panlong Tunxing world — were all, under the tempering of heart-fire, gradually becoming clear.

Eighty thousand yuan! Just a few more times like this and she could retire gloriously! Although she couldn't compare to those top hands in the circle, as a first-time scammer, Li Wan felt a great sense of accomplishment at this moment.

Gryffindor students and Slytherin attended class together. The two houses loved to brawl no matter when. The arrangement of courses also satisfied their wish.

Seeing the withered-tree giant palm rapidly enlarging in his line of sight, he immediately leaped up onto the roof of a nearby house.

"Please welcome the groom and bride in!" Seeing the wedding car appear at the hotel entrance, Yang An immediately picked up the microphone and announced joyfully.

With an "Ouch—", Tang Bing's palm ached in pain. When he lowered his head to look, Chen Feng had already pulled out the Gold-Piercing Finger, bringing a spray of fresh blood with it. Tang Bing had only just begun to flare with rage when his chest took a heavy blow, he spat out hot blood, and was sent flying away.