Chapter 163: Chinese Style, Talent, #A Young Man of Twenty Guards the National Gate#

The reverence the Four-Eared Demon people held for Xiao Nu was elevated to a whole new level once again; they strongly requested to build a statue of Xiao Nu in front of the Equality Village fortress, which was flatly rejected by Xiao Nu, but this did not in the slightest dampen people's worship of him, with Men Ye and Yilu being the most fervent.

Xu Qi did not have the ability to calculate the future, nor did he know he would encounter such a situation today. Although he felt some regret in his heart, lamenting that he had not seized the opportunity, there was nothing else to be done at the moment.

Xiao Nu did not know why he insisted on making things difficult for Du Shuangling; upon careful reflection, perhaps it was because he knew she was the older sister of the playboy Young Master Du, and the Du family was a vassal follower of the Nie family, so subconsciously, he was quite repulsed by Du Shuangling.

Jin Feng killing Tian Qiong with his own hands meant that the Eternal Hell and the Peak of the Firmament were officially at war. As two of the giants of Tianshui City, there would never again be any chance for mediation or reconciliation.

"I have been in the casinos for decades, and until now, I have only seen Yuan Feng dare to bet, but his gambling skills are at the pinnacle; how could we mortals dare to bet?" a kind-hearted old man advised.

As the two swords crossed, Ye Bai did not stop and brought out another sword, "Stacking Sword," his body also slamming toward that side.

As for Xu Qi, Xuan Yin naturally had no intention of killing him. Saying such words now was merely a casual joke, born of his inability to think of a way to break the deadlock.

There was the Nine Yang Demon Venerable, and there were the Extraterritorial Heavenly Demons. With these two to assist, Xu Qi still had that much certainty.

On Arena Number One, both were skilled in physical techniques; there were no dazzling lights, no spectacular scenes, no leaking momentum, only speed increasing step by step, and collisions that grew more massive each time.

Sun Cheng-yun, this True Immortal who had descended to the world, was indeed fearsome, but there was no reason to be scared to death by an opponent before the outcome was decided.

Liang Lingfeng was shocked upon hearing this, grabbing Hong Qingxuan's slender hand with a backhand; the spiritual power within his body was already churning like ten thousand horses crossing a stream, and he would take Hong Qingxuan away from here at the slightest movement.

Watching Zhao Yongqin bow deeply to the end, the hundreds of people in the venue cheered thunderously, and only after a long while did they begin to clap in a rhythmic, orderly fashion, watching as Zhao Yongqin blew out the candles amidst the applause.

After fooling around for a while, the unreliable brothers who had seemed like mortal enemies a minute ago, picking noses and gouging eyes and using every low-down trick, now appeared again with arms draped over each other's shoulders, looking like the best of friends.

The youth fought hard against the horse, and finally, after a slight maneuver, turned back; the two were afraid the youth would be unreasonable and pick a fight with them, their hearts rising to their throats.

"I have a way!" After saying this, Pao Dayou picked up the Princess, who was still under the acupoint-sealing technique, and brought her to a high point on Brightness Peak, dealt with a few slacking disciples with a few sword strikes, and tied the Princess to a conspicuous tree. Then, he unsealed the Princess's acupoints.

But before Ren Huang could find the stairs to go up, the old monk Guang Wen had already rushed into the tower gate and was flying toward Ren Huang.

The moment the meat cleaver shattered and the fragments scattered, Su Lin raised his right hand, and all the fragments, including that high-speed bullet, came to a complete standstill.

Huang Zhenhai said this entirely to irritate Liang Lingfeng; he also had not expected that he would become so lacking in grace when facing Liang Lingfeng, actually bringing such a luxurious lineup of strength and still deliberately mocking Liang Lingfeng here; this was not something a family leader should say.

"Hehe, look at your silly look. Rushing about. What are you in such a hurry for? Where do you look like a cultivator?" Li Zhaoyuan did not forget to lecture this big boy he cared for. He did have a bit of an older brother's demeanor.

"Holy Son of the Heavenly Soldier Sect, Xu Guanyu, I have long admired your name." Qu Feiyu took a step forward, the Imperial True Dragon soaring behind him, transforming into a heavenly phenomenon phantom dozens of feet tall, his momentum not losing out in the slightest, directly resisting the opponent head-on.

Li Feng was not telling a lie; he really needed such an old master, if for nothing else, his experience alone was enough to be a teacher.

Shi Tian-di had actually planned it long ago; anyway, he had a place that was ridiculously large and could accommodate countless Crazy Iron Dogs, so he simply produced this cannon fodder army for all he was worth. When the scale grew in the future, he could just pull out hundreds of thousands, or even millions—how majestic would that be?

Tonight was a gathering of the famous Agnelli family of Italy, and the location was chosen on a yacht off the coast of Naples.

It was just an ordinary glance, yet it was like a thunderclap, exploding directly in the mind.

Generally speaking, every student controlled a castle, and in every castle, there were experts left behind to hold the fort.

Seeing Yang Qianfeng's listless appearance, she was particularly anxious; originally, Yang Qianfeng had been very obedient to her, but this time she had done a lot of work with no effect at all, so she had no choice but to hold onto the idea of giving it a try and let Ouyang Lamei do some work first.

Su Shilizhi was almost melted by this heartwarming scene, but as soon as he thought of Li Mengyang's identity, it was like that thorn stuck in his heart had gone in another inch, reminding him that all the happiness at this moment was fake, all a deception.

Regarding the matter of hiring people, especially those who would take care of her family, she was extremely cautious.

However, this momentary advantage could not be maintained forever; once he landed on the ground, he would still not be the opponent's match, and Du Fu alone could hold him off for hundreds of moves.

Li Feng wiped the chili oil from the corner of his mouth and tried it; his tongue twitched—damn, the taste of this chili was truly powerful; just a little taste and it was burning hot.

After completely "consuming" a Blue Sky Fire, the strength of Xintian's true self had reached the peak of the Earth Grade, and more importantly, his power and speed had reached a near-perfect balance.

This morning, the sun rose as usual; the morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the lush trees of White Cloud Mountain and spilled onto the ground, forming bright, mottled patches of light, while birds sang wantonly at the top of their lungs all around—all kinds of birds, all kinds of sounds, very pleasant to hear.

And as the host, Zhao Jingwen should have eased this atmosphere, but now she was just watching from the side, saying nothing and doing nothing.

Immediately, an object appeared in his palm, which he threw toward the center of the great hall; as soon as it hit the ground, it transformed into a hundred-foot-tall iron cage, directly enclosing Lin Feng and the others inside.