Chapter 60

Rest assured, I still carry enough weight for that. Jia Zhengjin led him over, exchanged a few words with the Adventurers' Guild staff, and entrusted them with storing the ox-cart.

As for the agricultural workshops, although the framework had already been erected, the official launch was estimated to wait until next spring, so Chen Fei did not need to worry himself with matters over there.

I timidly glanced at the hung-up phone, feeling a nameless fire instantly rise from the depths of my heart. Xia Haoyu, that jerk, clearly told me to leave first, yet he actually got caught by the police himself! You got caught, so what does that have to do with me? And you even made the police call me, are you out of your mind?

Of course, these were merely surface appearances. In every corner of the watchtower, countless sharp blades and weapons protruded menacingly, interspersed with the steady and even breathing of numerous practitioners.

Of course, up to this point, I still felt that Xia Haoyu was just throwing a tantrum at me. With his dark-bellied and tsundere personality, he certainly couldn't accept the fact that he had been outwitted by a muddled brain like mine. I figured once he vented his anger, he would be fine, right?

They generally and unanimously agreed that Zhusha should forfeit, thereby ensuring Duan Leng's entry into the finals, because given Duan Leng's cultivation level and destiny, it seemed far more likely for him to win the championship of this martial arts assembly.

From the primeval jungle behind, another grenade flew over. The Smiling Tiger no longer possessed the concentration and interest to use a sniper rifle to shoot down grenades, but taking advantage of the smoke and dust kicked up by the grenade explosion, he quickly raised his head. When he finally caught sight of the "Old Wolf" operating the heavy machine gun, the Smiling Tiger's eyes widened abruptly.

Many people present looked at each other in blank dismay, completely baffled, obviously not understanding what Zhusha meant by those words.

Sensing a change in the light filtering through the doorway, Iron-Face, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly startled awake. Seeing that it was Li Zhishi, he relaxed, then instinctively looked around, only to find that Shadow was nowhere to be seen.

If they were to find out about this—that he actually dared to contend with the Buddha for incense offerings—wasn't that like an elderly Longevity Star slashing his own throat, simply tired of living?

If Second Master Zhao really wanted to deal with me, he would definitely dare to do it, which immediately broke me out in a cold sweat.

Finding a rock not covered by snow, Qin Bin sat cross-legged upon it and began to break through the seventh layer of Qi Refining, pushing forward toward the eighth layer.

Aurangzeb saw the great chaos in the rear ranks of the formation from behind, and the generals around him temporarily had no idea what caused it: "Your Imperial Majesty, in the sky there..." Kamran Khan dared not continue. The white giant mushrooms surrounding Heyang City kept dropping miraculous bombs that proved fatal to the army, throwing the entire force into a panic.

As for me, I acted as if nothing had happened. Well, to be honest, my heart was still experiencing a fair amount of turbulence.

Qinghe silently gazed at him, the monstrous waves rolling within his heart crashing against the deepest parts of his soul over and over again. He felt as though he had transformed into a duckweed leaf amidst a tsunami, ready to vanish into nothingness at any moment.

Hearing this dragon roar, Ling Yun's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed, and a look of pleasant surprise subsequently appeared on his face.

However, this scene, when seen in the eyes of several wealthy young scions, instantly sparked their desire to press home the attack. Fueled by adrenaline, they acted even more attentive and spoke with even greater eloquence.

Upon entering the Primordial Soul realm, a martial artist could break through the shackles of heaven and earth, control the power of heaven and earth, tread the void, and cause lotus flowers to spring beneath their feet. By then, they would emulate the primordial ancestral witches and divine birds like Kunpeng, soaring ninety thousand miles in a single flap of their wings.

Hayes had been guarding by Ling Yun's side all along precisely to prevent anyone from interrupting Ling Yun's summoning. Up until now, Ling Yun had not suffered any interference, and this was entirely thanks to Hayes's contribution.

Just like everything he did, good fortune and serendipity all manifested in unknown and intangible ways.

The few people watching Luo Hebin's movements also looked at him nervously. When they saw him actually take out a few one-yuan coins, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

She was extremely unwilling; Qin Xue had escaped right under her nose, and she simply could not save face.

Only then did Ye Shouyun realize that she was speaking precisely of the pendant given by the Imam currently hanging around his neck. He was struck dumb with astonishment, completely at a loss for what to say. Seeing him seemingly acquiesce, the crowd wore satisfied expressions as they knelt in a circle around the carriage, kowtowing incessantly and chanting incomprehensible phrases.

The South Korean team also launched several attacks in the remaining time and managed three shots on target, but Ma Junqiang performed heroically, making save after save to extinguish any hope for the South Korean team to salvage their pride.

Ye Shouyun muttered to himself: "This girl is throwing such a huge temper tantrum, is it really worth getting this angry?" He did not understand the dynamics of lovers' quarrels; a young woman's thoughts and feelings could not be judged by conventional logic.

Seeing Zhang Shujie dribble the ball charging into the penalty area, Wang Shihan's heart instantly leaped into her throat. She desperately hoped that Zhang Shujie would score a goal, the more the better.

Clearly, Zhang Lu had not finished his words; some things were better left understood implicitly by everyone.

Meng Jing stood before Qi Feng, still smiling with elegance and detachment, as if nothing in the world could stir her heart. Dressed in a white casual midi skirt, with her gentle features and fair skin, everything remained quintessentially Meng Jing.

Outside the cave, Zhang Yifan witnessed the entire process. He knew that in the short term, the Phantom Legion could find no weakness in these black flames.

Shi Leilei lowered her head in thought. Suddenly, she raised her head, her eyes brightening as she conceived a plan to lure Wang Xiangwu out.

Wudang Mountain was still that same Wudang Mountain, but the sect was now much more lively. According to official statistics, Wudang currently had fifteen thousand disciples. In public polls, the Wudang Sect was hailed as the most united sect, and naturally, Xingying was indispensable to this achievement. At the very least, among other sects, one could not find a senior brother so passionately devoted to the sect's affairs.

They could tell that Moxing's true strength was not as terrifying as they had imagined, but his speed was simply too horrifying, vanishing in the blink of an eye and melting into the void.

Liu Shaoyang felt a sudden surge of joy and temporarily took his leave of Mu Xuanying to step out of the front hall. Having lived in this sprawling manor of the Weiyuan Escort Agency for over a decade, though he had been away for a long time, every room, corridor, blade of grass, and tree remained completely familiar. Without hesitation, he followed the paved stone path and steps straight toward the back courtyard.