"I'm sorry, I'm not selling this. If you want it, senior, you should look elsewhere," Li Yang said decisively, turning back to glance at the old man in the black robe.
Eyes can be closed, but your ears can't, can they? Thus, the continuous buzzing sound entered Shen Yuan's ears.
Jiu You playfully punched his shoulder. Guessing he couldn't hold back his thoughts and wanted to communicate with her, she laid out her plan completely.
Hua Yingxue naturally saw it too. She winked at Mu Qinghan, chuckling slyly. Mu Qinghan's lips curved, and she didn't expose her.
Zhou Yun, realizing that fire had no effect on this tree, simply gave up on using elemental abilities and switched entirely to Armament Haki.
Jin Shihai immediately became serious. After the major powers in the capital collapsed, he had fled China overnight! His family and relatives had even more so gone into hiding, escaping to the southern city.
Graceful and dignified, poised and generous, one might even mistake her for an empress ruling the world if not paying close attention.
An excited voice suddenly came, making his expression darken. Why did it sound like a charlatan? He turned his head and noticed a tall, extremely sturdy youth.
The Martial Arts Hall was where Qingyun Academy trained the bodies of those who had not yet entered the realm of cultivation. After all, without a strong physique, one could not embark on the path of cultivation.
Although her expression was still somewhat unpleasant, Bai Yuqing knew that she had begun to forgive herself.
The next morning, Zhou Yun gradually woke up on the floor, calculating his upgrade speed. At twenty points a day, it would take four days for his weak Armament Haki to break through.
Along the way, Lu Zexi was very curious about his awakening. Bo Xiu explained the whole story clearly, and Lu Zexi repeatedly praised him.
The artillerymen of the Jiangbei Army had not yet reached their destination when they encountered incoming shells. They were all terrified, scrambling to cover their heads and desperately flattening themselves to the ground.
But something that shocked them happened: a single soldier of the Yong'an Army was actually able to force the roaring Tartars to retreat repeatedly.
In the abyss, where demon kings, ghost lords, and evil spirits reigned supreme, a dragon skeleton warship, adorned with a scarlet blood flag tattered into strips and riddled with holes, slowly sailed out of the darkness. Wherever it passed, demon kings, ghost lords, and evil spirits were all crushed into powder.
"Perhaps one day, you'll be able to come and go freely." Although it could only be limited to this courtyard, it was still better than being confined to a room and only able to lie in bed.
Lu Zexi knew that he had reached the warning line and could not proceed further. He could only carefully observe the movements at the entrance.
Of course, according to the usual pattern, the nearby streets had also been cleared long ago, waiting for Qin Yun's arrival.
If these two could eventually find mutual understanding and stay together, could he also change the fate of this solitary star?
The person lying on the bed was none other than Zhang Zhongyan, the Censor Zhang, who had caused a stir a while ago and died in court remonstrating. However, he had long since been dismissed from his official post, no longer a censor, but a patient suffering from a stroke, confined to his bed.
Zha Ji, however, advanced towards him with the force of his whip, simultaneously spinning and delivering a kick with terrifying dark energy fluctuations directly towards his face.
The Leng family's ancestor did not believe it. He had also seen the Yi Jin Jing when he was young, and it did not have such a great effect. At most, it could broaden the meridians and strengthen the body.
The loud ringing of the mobile phone woke Lin Fei from his sleep. Lin Fei struggled to open his eyes and found that it was already broad daylight, with the sun shining on his face through the window frame that had a piece of glass broken.