488: Chapter 488 Drawing your sword? You dare to humiliate me! Xuan Yuanqing

Two people were seen wearing black trench coats. One of them carried an ancient-looking long sword on his back, which looked exceptionally dazzling under the moonlight. The other remained expressionless, as if nothing had anything to do with him, but that violent aura made people feel somewhat uneasy.

Those medicine slaves were each burly and possessed infinite strength; when they charged, it was like thousands of troops and horses rushing forward.

"This matter was personally ordered by Her Highness Mengsha. This subordinate has not yet completed it; it will take a while," the Golden Guard replied.

"This Huo Qing avatar is truly audacious, actually daring to come and stir up trouble at this time. Does he really think there is no one left in the Three Realms?" Long Batian snorted coldly.

For example, right now, Young Master Yehua is pursuing Ling Jiuxiao so diligently, one might even say relentlessly, yet he still hasn't been able to catch up immediately.

For a moment, the area around the arena was silent. Everyone was stunned by this scene, their mouths agape, their Adam's apples moving, but they couldn't make a single sound.

I gritted my teeth and thought: Even if this path is arduous, I must keep walking it, because I truly love Miao Siyu too much.

Even with Shi Hao's extensive knowledge, he couldn't help but feel secretly excited at this moment about the three medicinal pills he had obtained. At the same time, Shi Hao's fists involuntarily clenched tightly.

At this moment, in a region dozens of miles away from the battlefield, there was a very burly man who had just smashed a man's head with one punch, causing the man's body to fall powerlessly.

"Do you two have some kind of misunderstanding? Why don't you explain it clearly today and stop letting the misunderstanding deepen, okay?" The Ice Sea King tried to mediate in between.

"Furong, didn't you hear me talking to you just now?" Ji Nuanxin asked angrily.

When he went over to look, he had just defeated an opponent at the eleventh level of Qi Refining, and the supervising elder was announcing his victory.

After Zheng Xiaoyue settled these matters, the internet was immediately flooded with articles smearing Huo Yilan, even exposing some ambiguous so-called black material. Furthermore, when coming to A City, Zheng Xiaoyue had already arranged for paparazzi to stake out the Ji corporation, specifically to take unflattering photos of Huo Yilan.

When she went to the company the next day, she discovered that when her colleagues looked at her, their gazes were exceptionally strange.

The old man's words naturally held great attraction for Jiang Dongyu, so he didn't waste any more words, grabbed the wine pot, and drank. However, after just one sip, Jiang Dongyu felt as if his whole body was being burned by fire; he touched the corner of his nose and found that he was actually bleeding from it.

The words of the zither player were like knives cutting through flesh and needles piercing the heart, exposing the ugliness of the human heart without mercy.

After seeing it, Yun Chi felt a lingering fear. If she hadn't discovered the connection between them and had rashly started breaking one of the formations, it would have triggered a chain reaction of spiritual energy explosions, and they would all have died without a burial place inside the cave.

Thinking of this, the two people's mood was not as happy as Bai Wei's. On the contrary, they were very worried about whether the Qi family would forcibly cut off Qi Xuyao's acting career.

Bao'er wore sunglasses, her chestnut-colored hair hanging over her shoulders in slight curls. She was still wearing her favorite casual outfit, and that aura that could stir Jiang Junhao still existed.

As the battle continued, the true strength of Xie Yun and Qiong Lan became increasingly shocking and increasingly unfathomable to others.

At the foot of Qingqiu Mountain, there was a square. In the early morning, there were many elderly people doing morning exercises, but most of them were walking, running, tapping their bodies, or practicing Tai Chi. These were all techniques learned from elsewhere; although they had benefits, they were pitifully few.

The failure of the secret guards did not surprise him. With Jingzhou's defenses, plus him alerting the enemy, how could Liu Biao not be prepared? It was precisely because of this that the secret guards' operation failed again.

A middle-aged Taoist priest walked slowly in the stone courtyard. At this time, there were very few tourists, and the sunset was fading on the horizon. The middle-aged Taoist was talking to a man who looked to be about thirty years old.

Old Wang hurriedly replied, "Satisfied! Satisfied! Thank you, sir!" At that time, I noticed my master, while being polite and amiable, turned his head away, a sneer appearing on his face.

Finally, at the cost of Boss Mu losing an arm, the giant snake finally fell to the ground unwillingly with a loud crash, kicking up a cloud of dust. The Mu family members all collapsed on the ground, panting. For a moment, the atmosphere was terrifyingly quiet.

For a moment, Li Shiyun's gaze looking at Jia Sidao became somewhat dazed and unreal. Was this still the man who had gone stone gambling with her and attended the jadeite public auction with her?

Endless energy scattered, rushing wildly into the valley. In an instant, it slammed into the valley like a violent gale sweeping through, kicking up dust all over the sky. And this terrifying, unparalleled residual energy seemed endless, lingering for a long time without dissipating.

We walked beneath him and saw that the man was wearing a high-end suit and hiking boots, but his clothes were disheveled, unbuttoned, and there was a bloody hole in his exposed chest.

Not only was ninety-nine percent of Zhou Yan's own mental power consumed when he unleashed 'Mind Like a Blade,' but even the martial arts true energy within his body was almost completely drained.

A servant led Zhang Chi and a group of guests to their seats. There was still a distinction in seating; senior masters and heads of various sects were in the first few rows, followed by their disciples, and only then were the other guests who had come to offer congratulations.

The glass tank was filled with a transparent liquid. In the middle of the liquid floated several oddly shaped, uneven black crystals; the largest one was two meters long and over one meter in diameter.

If the Ji family really had any close relatives in Shangchuan, given Wei Hong's relationship with the Ji family at the time, he definitely would not have been unaware of it. At the very least, he would have had someone send a gift during holidays.

Shaking the reins in his hand, Zhou Yan immediately stopped hesitating and rode his horse straight toward the Boundary Bridge ahead.

The sky was just beginning to turn white when Xunyun's voice rang out outside the door. I was a bit confused for a moment, lifted my eyelids, and unexpectedly saw the intimate posture between myself and Nan Chengyao, so I hurriedly closed my eyes again in a panic.

Therefore, plot devices like diaries are purely a result of the author/screenwriter's lack of ability, forcibly arranged to conform to the plot's development; it is completely unreasonable.