Green Plum Chronicles IV

Fu Changfeng tapped the fairy's back a few times in quick succession. Finding that she showed no reaction at all, he froze for a moment and said awkwardly, "The first tap was just to test the waters, don't look at me."

The Japanese Army wanted to demonstrate its importance through a northward advance. Look, the army even punched the Soviet Union; isn't that majestic and imposing? Shouldn't more consideration be given to resource allocation?

Looking at this smile, Yue Qiuxue had a bad premonition, feeling that Sun De was definitely doomed. Yuan Yan, on the other hand, looked completely clueless, having no idea what was going on.

He still had a sliver of strength left to hurl wild curses, but he did not see the slightest trace of anger on Zhao Yunlong's face. What he saw was only that calmness and detachment, along with the gaze that brought everything to an end.

After the eyedrops entered his eyes, a soothing, refreshing coolness washed over him, making his entire body feel immensely comfortable. Originally, Lin Wei had no desire to engage in a verbal dispute with Yang Yong, but that guy's mouth was too foul, leaving Lin Wei feeling displeased.

Anyone with half a brain knew how dangerous it would be to allow the British to return to their flagship and act independently.

The forces of the three major factions had all been wiped out by Zhao Yunlong—it felt unbelievable just thinking about it. Recalling how Zhao Yunlong had refused to let them go along earlier, they found it all the more sensible now; with such powerful factions over there, had they really gone, they would have inevitably dragged others down.

Meanwhile, the Zuo Sha Temple faction spared no expense this time, dispatching fifty gang members right away to carve out a bloody path among the subordinates of the Azure Dragon Hall Master, Protector Feather Spirit God, and Divine Heavenly Soldier.

Driven by curiosity to unravel this mystery, he impatiently opened QQ, and after fumbling around for a few minutes, he finally added this early-century magician.

Seeing Xia Jing's spatial protective barrier, the terrified hearts of Yang Bian and Kurosawa finally calmed down temporarily. A spatial scroll like this was clearly a high-end item, and this severely injured Golden Diamond Cultist was absolutely incapable of breaking through it.

Coming here this time as a bystander, he was able to see clearly many things he had previously overlooked.

As the two of them stepped into the elevator, the lobby downstairs erupted into a flurry of discussion and speculation about what kind of relationship President Zhang and this young man could possibly have.

That distant light seemed close, but it took Yi Xuan nearly a full hour to reach its location. There, he saw more transparent, floating souls arranged in neat queues, entering a grand hall one by one. There was no plaque above the hall's doors, and its whereabouts remained unknown.

Yet, this was, after all, the coercion emanating from a half-step Asking-God powerhouse. Although Xu Nuo possessed formidable strength, he was clearly still unable to completely immunize himself against the oppressive might of such a supreme expert.

"Alright, alright, Brother Peng, you are the closest person to me in this world, the one I trust the most. Whatever you say goes!" Zhao Qinglong patted his chest and vowed.

Yang Bian walked slowly around, and by the light of the golden glow, he caught sight of a grand hall with red pillars and green tiles. Deep inside the hall, against the wall, stood a sacred wooden platform holding a golden-bodied evil deity statue with seven hands, eight feet, and a ferocious expression.

As it turned out, hearing his frantic shouting and realizing something was amiss, Long Xian'er had hurriedly leaped behind Exalted One Guangse and struck the back of his head with a single palm strike, knocking him unconscious. Even so, that shout had already carried a great distance. Footsteps could be heard echoing chaotically at the garden entrance; that single cry had already drawn many people over.

The generals on the high platform were observing the skill demonstrations in other passageways. Perhaps the contestants' performances in those other passages were not as extraordinary as Mo Yunfei's, who had been admitted by breaking the rules, but they were certainly thrilling, as more than a dozen grand generals on the platform were all looking intently in one direction.

Yi Xuan nodded inwardly to indicate his understanding. Gu Xingyuan seemed to sense the content of their conversation, turned his head, and winked at Yi Xuan, leaving him even more at a loss. As they spoke, the remaining cultivators descended to the bottom of the cave one after another—eight immortals and eight demons in total.

Shen Xifeng was enjoying being fed treats by Xiangxiang in the room when he heard a loud crash as someone kicked his door open with a single blow.

Su Yiyi was momentarily stunned. By the time she reacted, he and Bai Heng had already walked far away, skipping along the path like a child.

During these days, his heart and mind were entirely focused on Shangguan Ruyan, causing him to neglect the capital. Come to think of it, it had been quite a while since the informants he left behind in the capital had sent any news.

From that day on, Yun Qingyang became a supreme arch-demon in the eyes of the righteous path, and likewise a supreme arch-demon in the eyes of the demonic path.

Xu Chengyuan shook the horse reins, galloping forward at this moment. The wind whistled past his ears, bringing a sense of uninhibited and carefree spirit.

Bant raised a hand, and the ground beneath Steve's feet bulged upward, lifting him as an inverted pyramid-shaped pedestal carried him forward.

She was about to become the Empress. If Yu Manyao was carrying the Emperor's child and came to find her at a time like this, wouldn't she be asking for trouble?

The elders who had not yet knelt down also dropped to their knees. They actually had the privilege of witnessing a genius of the Mahayana stage. One must know that the Sect Masters of the Sword Sect and the Ziyang Sect were both Mahayana stage experts—peerless overlords who dominated an entire domain.

They began studying the crystal ball, attempting to find a way to control it. After some effort, they discovered that the power of the crystal ball could only be activated through specific rituals and incantations.

Through the combined efforts of Li Xun's strategy, Anya's wisdom, and Old Zhang's experience, the expedition team successfully contained the gangsters' attack and protected the secrets of the mausoleum. They knew that although the threat from the gang still existed, they were fully prepared to deal with anything.

Chen Yezhi saw that all her aura had vanished completely. Helplessly, she shot Liu Yong a fierce, baleful glare, and then muttered discontentedly at him.

"Do you really think anyone who dares to deceive our young master will meet a good end?" Lei Yang reminded him coldly from the side.

Her large eyes blinked and blinked, looking extremely playful and cute. The "someone" she referred to was naturally the Crown Prince who had just attempted to assault her.

Penny had not entered yet. Seeing so many police cars outside, she felt a trace of fear in her heart, especially when she saw so many corpses on the ground, which made her feel even more guilty.

"Haedha... Do you even know what kind of faction I belong to?" Instead, the president of the Phosphorus Fire Society burst out into loud laughter. The look he cast at Liu Yong was one that screamed "you're dead for sure."

Tanya took a deep breath, stepped her right foot slightly forward, aligned her shoulders with her line of sight, and assumed a ready stance.

The three-headed demon god roared toward the heavens, furiously blocking the descent of the peerless sword. Wei Dingtian shook both arms and let out a long howl, the magic power within his body bursting forth downward once more.

The Medicine Immortal nodded. In truth, he hadn't researched the antidote for Wuming at all last night; instead, he had become so mesmerized by the medicine in his hands that he lost track of time. It wasn't until Su Yiqing asked him this morning that he remembered, which was why he felt so guilty.

Upon seeing this, Han Yueqiao's expression changed involuntarily. If the opponent had thrown ordinary hidden weapons, Han Yueqiao certainly wouldn't have feared them, but she worried that what the opponent was throwing might be some highly venomous item, forcing her to dodge without delay.