328: Chapter 328 Peking University, another little prodigy has arrived?

Central Square, in the distance, atop the clock tower.

Luo Qingyu, who had originally been preparing to leave with a look of disdain, had her sexy red lips drop into an "O" shape the moment she heard that sentence.

"Holy crap!"

Luo Qingyu couldn't help but curse, but the light in her eyes instantly exploded:

"This line... this tone... why is it so familiar?"

She turned to look at Shen Yixuan, her tone excited:

"That person from back then still..."

Without any warning, as if she had teleported, Liu Mengqi lightly tapped her right foot on the ground and covered a distance of two zhang, arriving under the basket.

"What about that man who was the last to enter 506 and left with Peng Haoming?" Qin Minghui asked again.

As for Li Qiang now, he had a feeling of "it's lonely at the top." The NBA court no longer seemed to offer any challenge to Li Qiang.

From her smile, I couldn't tell if she was the one orchestrating this; if it were him, perhaps he might be able to tell, but my skill is too shallow. Regardless, as long as the Starlight Society isn't Yan Guilai, they are merely opportunists in this matter.

"Beidou Shaoyan thanks the Xuanyuan Emperor." The Xuanyuan clan had already given Shaoyan such a promise, and now, in front of all the clans under heaven, they had allowed the Beidou clan to gain plenty of face.

Others might find it hard to see, but she could tell that these people all had blood on their hands, their bones permeated with an aura of slaughter.

Afterward, Sun Lin and I arrived at a specialized area in the research center. I drew the formation diagram needed to cast the spell on the ground. After signaling to Sun Lin, I began to cup my hands in the formation diagram, extended my index fingers and thumbs, and started silently chanting the incantation.

An existence of that level already possessed a ten-thousand-foot golden body, just like a true saint. However, the great power who created this technique back then had not yet reached the saint realm himself, and his understanding of the "Dao" was still at a bottleneck, so his strength was only one-thousandth of someone who had just advanced to a saint.

Flimus was initially very annoyed, but after hearing Nazer's explanation, he suddenly fell silent. Nazer was right; he also didn't know what happened back then. The moment he mastered gravity magic, neither his consciousness nor his body were under his own control. It was only after he killed his own relatives that his consciousness recovered.

Long Sheng had even become a talent that various countries wanted to recruit, yet at the same time, they were wary of him. However, no one wanted to provoke him, nor did they dare to.

Therefore, many cultivators would try to cultivate their spirits during the second stage, in order to allow themselves the ability to catch a glimpse of the fourth stage in the future.

However, a strange thing happened this time; no matter how he meditated, the door simply would not appear. He thought to himself, could it be that the door to leave can only be opened when Jian Yi is by his side? Or was he trapped here, never able to leave again?

Fang Yuyan stepped forward to give a gift of ten taels at the reception desk and slightly revealed his purpose for coming. A receptionist then led him to see Zhang Qinxi, who was wearing mourning clothes. At this moment, he looked listless, his expression extremely dejected; it was evident that his son's death had affected him greatly.

This big sister is pretty and has a good figure, but her temper is too bad; she gets angry and glares at people at the drop of a hat.

Although this hypothesis contradicts the theory that dark energy is ubiquitous in the universe, for now, it is the only reasonable explanation.

"As for what exactly is going on, I'll tell you when the time comes. Just get the Azure Dragon Map first. Also, I have something very serious to ask you right now: are you really willing to trade the Azure Dragon Map for Senior Sister Eleven?" Nineteen, on the other side, looked at Hua Mei seriously.

The Dark God Sovereign only felt as if a giant guillotine was hanging over his head, ready to chop off his head at any moment. Without thinking, he immediately gripped his weapon and raised it high to block the blade aura descending from the sky.

During those painful years in the past, when Chu Feng was beating it up, he always wore a charming smile.