bookpower Chapter 51
Chapter 51
"Come to my most beloved younger brother, will you?" Lang Wang held a pill, looking directly at Yuan Wang.
It turned out that after Huangfu Qi regained the use of his legs, his Xuan-level martial arts skills were affected, never reaching the previous state of perfection. This forced him to return to the training grounds for more practice.
"I think I should just swallow it, let it turn into a fart inside me, and then everything will be perfectly fine!" The Green Lion mumbled, stepping back.
Hearing Ye Li unconsciously soften his tone made Yuan Wang’s heart tremble slightly. What was this feeling?
Qi Shi Xuan’s initial disgust finally eased a bit as she thought to herself, *Yes, I’m doing all this for the Qi family.*
"This Spirit Stone Airship doesn't belong to the level of innate artifacts, so why is it so expensive?" Lu Tianming asked curiously as he held the Spirit Stone Airship, feeling that it seemed different from what he had seen in Changsheng Valley.@@@@
Noticing the changing expressions of those causing trouble, Shen Yafei and the others smirked disdainfully.
With a gesture of her jade-like hand, spells began to emerge, and with a "boom," a dazzling light burst forth.
"What is happening here? Wang Zhan and Wang De, what are you doing?" Helian questioned the two brothers, who were supposed to be protecting Ye Liang.
Leaving the teaching building, Luo Yao felt a bit excited, as today Qin Junyan was coming over.
Xin Menglong, meanwhile, dedicated himself to cultivation while striving to be flawless in his dealings with others.
"Prayer is really nothing more than psychological comfort. You recite words as beautifully as poetry, then calm your mind to seek solace," commented a believer, clearly resolved in their belief.
"Waiter, please go buy ten yuan’s worth of glass beef," Yang Jiahui called to the waiter.
Qing Li woke up with a start, her groggy eyes struggling against the bright light streaming through the paper window. She sat half-awake on the edge of the bed, realizing that there was no need to perform morning greetings today, though a slight bitterness lingered in her heart.
A longevity lock shaped like a ruyi hung around Yong Heng’s neck—a piece specially commissioned by Hongli. On the front, it was engraved with "Longevity and Wealth," and on the back, "Fortune and Longevity."
If that were indeed the case, those who were initially eager to join the fray would have no choice but to stand down, feeling disappointed. Their anticipation shifted from excitement to mere observation.
Sima Haixue’s repeated "misses" were right in front of him, yet he was powerless. With the slowed passage of time, he couldn’t keep up.
"What are you staring at?" Wen Qichen’s eyes widened. Though she was in her mid-thirties, she looked barely thirty. I remembered the old seer describing her as fiery, and it didn’t bode well.
Zhou Yanan didn’t even want to look at Ping'er, who seemed nothing but shameful with her crazed demeanor.
Weisa’s use of the word “handle” was quite nuanced, causing Tang Qian and Wen Qin’s hairs to stand on end.
Yes, their master’s decisions wouldn’t be swayed by anyone. Knowing him, he likely had more plans up his sleeve, and he would never be easy prey.
As they spoke, an elderly man dressed like a Daoist emerged from the room. He bore a resemblance to Master Zhang, likely his elder brother, Xuan Ming—the current Zhang Heavenly Master.
"Idiot, scram! I’m going to sleep!" spat the old blind man, refusing to say anything more.
Before long, a ball of magical fire was lit. A green light, trailing gray-black smoke, shot up into the sky.
This giant was a resurrected Heavenly Demon, restored to ninety percent of his strength over nearly a century. Now he was far stronger than at the time of his dissolution, which was why the Demon Clan had been so active recently.
"Mark! Duck!" Lily fired a red beam from her wand, striking the Shivana Roofwalker aiming at her husband. Her magic obliterated the enemy’s eyes, causing him to howl in pain, dropping his dagger as he crouched in agony.