121: Chapter 121 The Pride of Peking University Breaks Down, So Enraged He Wants to Meet Chu Sheng in Person! (Second Update)

In the spectator stands.

Mu Linyuan had completely turned to stone. Looking at the terrifying scene in the arena that could only be described as mental pollution, he felt his worldview was about to shatter.

This... what kind of monster is this?

Does such a thing really exist in the real world?

He subconsciously looked at Han Yue beside him.

But he found that this senior sister, who was always known for her coldness and composure, now had her beautiful eyes wide open and her red lips slightly parted, her delicate face filled with shock.

As expected, it wasn't real. It was something that guy Qiu Shui had someone create for travel and competition. Just a moment ago, that guy was acting all depressed, lonely, and pitiful. He's guarding the Jingwei Stone here and seems to be having a lot of fun. I think he's just a closet pervert, that's why he looks so miserable.

Rows of eerie smiling faces were staggered at different heights around the cliff, looking as if a large number of disheveled heads had been strung together and tied to the bottom of the cliff. Looking down at them was hair-raising.

Anger burned in his chest, causing the old man to almost lose his reason. His sharp eyes locked onto Zhao Yi's group, looking as if he wanted to tear them to pieces.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Before Wang Chen could react, he found himself in a dreamlike and magical world.

"I think it probably landed at the South Pole or the North Pole," Ichimaru Gin casually tossed out two completely extreme locations, wanting to test just how deep Kamio Misuzu's stupidity went.

Now, the key to the problem was whether the secret that had not yet been told had a lethal impact, enough to make his master's wife think of silencing him.

Jie Zhixian frowned; he had clearly encountered a tricky situation. What he feared most was this kind of fall from a height with many suspicious points at the scene. Making a conclusion between homicide and suicide left no middle ground to choose from; it was practically the death of him. And if he made a misjudgment, it would undoubtedly mislead the subsequent investigation work.

Clearly, the other guests were like Leng Ran, walking ten meters out of the inn and turning the corner to that restaurant. He Ziyan was different; was there a shortcut to take? That's what enabled her laziness.

If one listened carefully, they would find that what they were discussing was actually the same thing: the shocking change that occurred at the Haotian Sect a few days ago.

A protective spiritual tool is a weapon nourished with spiritual power for many years. Generally, they are protective spiritual tools, though there are of course other offensive spiritual tools. However, such precious things are usually not brought out.

The remaining three people, especially the tea stall owner and the young man, heard Gao Lun address Jiang Huai as Your Highness and mention things like the Third Young Master's Mansion. Their smiles instantly vanished, and they looked completely bewildered.

Only through continuous fighting and by demonstrating even greater strength to subdue the Divine Crystal would he have a slim chance of survival.

Yameti laughed loudly, his large and heavily stout body pressing close to Richard. With a sweep of his large hand, he pulled Richard into his arms.

"So noisy! Are you going to let people rest or not!" Shuyu didn't want to show herself, but she hadn't expected Xiao Xiao to keep rambling on. She had lost all sleepiness and could only speak up.

In less than two minutes, Zhang Miao, who was pulling back the bait, suddenly felt the fishing rod in his hand sink. His eyes immediately widened in surprise.

They were mainly responsible for the east wall of the city, which was thirteen zhang high, thirteen zhang deep into the ground, nine chi thick, and over three hundred li long. A total of over thirty million blue bricks were fired, using the yellow clay from the thirty-meter wide and thirty-meter deep moat dug outside the wall, killing two birds with one stone.

After all, this was also what he hoped for in his heart. The Emperor now trusted the Jiang family and the former officials, so he naturally hoped to receive the same unwavering loyalty in return.

"You..." The Hemp-Clothed Ancestor's eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe this moment before him at all.

The other party was just a copycat with nothing much in her head. With her, the original creator, here, the other party certainly wouldn't last long before having to close down for good.