His gaze suddenly darkened as he lifted his eyes to look at her.

What?! Monopolize thirty percent? How many people are there in total here, and with this Iron Spear taking thirty percent all by himself, how are the rest supposed to divide the rest?

The onlookers among the cultivators, seeing this scene, not only failed to step forward with advice, but instead burst into loud laughter. In the eyes of these inner disciples, going against core disciples was no different from courting death.

Pershing took the design specifications and said, "Chen, I have seen the weapons you designed; they are truly extraordinary. I believe this submachine gun will definitely bring us a surprise. Thank you, dear Chen."

"Commander-in-Chief, I feel that although Chuanfang's method is simple and direct, it is currently the most effective approach and worth a try. However, we do not need Lu Rongting's cooperation; we need to submit to him," Chen Tingjia suggested.

"This is a long story. Menglou... Is Menglou doing well? I... I want to say a few words to him." A sudden trace of shyness crept into Yelyosha's voice.

"Who is so famous? Even Yu Ruotong went?" Carlos scratched his already shaved bald head in puzzlement.

Fei Liangyan turned and went to the back. A moment later, he brought out a package and a wallet, placing them on the bar counter. Shi Yi immediately recognized them as her own things and reached out to take them, only to have Liu Lingshan snatch them away first.

At this moment, as Li Cunxu wept bitterly before his father's coffin, a great deal of gossip and rumors circulated within the army. Some generals secretly refused to submit to Li Cunxu and wanted to support Li Kening to take the position.

Yet at such a time, Lu Guangchou actually still wanted to make demands of Yang Wo, hoping to permanently retain his rule over Qianzhou. How could Yang Wo possibly agree to this?

Dong Zhanyun also used his divine sense, continuously scanning with a pattern identical to theirs. For a moment, even Wang family's head of the household, who had the highest cultivation level, failed to notice anything. Dong Zhanyun grabbed a stack of explosive talismans, caught a dog from the Wang family, and stuck them onto it.

Look at that, she lies without even blinking. Ye Hansheng once gave me a photograph, claiming she was his distant cousin, but how did she suddenly become a friend here?

Every single time, Ye Hansheng jumped to his own conclusions without asking me a single thing, nor listening to my explanations, leaving me with not even a chance to refute.

Benzha did not linger after striking Lin Yi; his figure flashed, and he instantly landed in front of Bai Ming.

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Ultimately, because An Ruoran simply did not know what else to do, she could only swallow the bitter pill of this incident.

However, undergoing rehabilitation? Why go through rehabilitation? He did not want others to see him falling from the clouds down into the dust.

Su Nan briefly tidied up his appearance. Today, he once again took out his mask and flashed an alluring smile at the mirror.

"Good." Qin Su smiled and nodded, watching as Lu Xun ran back once again to the Northern Pacification Commissioner's Office, before turning to continue on his way alone.

I didn't know where she had gone. I searched every place I could possibly find, but there was never any news. I was worried something might happen to her. I contacted Song Fang, and even had Xu Rongyan keep watch for me, but still, there was no news at all.

Xiao Yunmo had already reserved a table. He led Ye Qingcheng and Ye Miaocheng toward the Linfeng Pavilion on the second floor of Weizhen Tower. Just as they entered Weizhen Tower, Qin Su happened to arrive on horseback as well.

Slowly guiding Mu Ximo's hand toward the zipper, she ended up brushing against An Ruoran's skin. A face that was already flushed with a deep red became even more delicate and tender because of this touch.

If one were to say the Qingyun Sect was a top-tier power within the Fengyun Kingdom, then the Xuantian Academy was its undisputed overlord. Even the royal family of the Fengyun Kingdom held a rare and profound reverence for the Xuantian Academy.

"Since everyone is unhurt, let's keep moving," Liu Yishuang said coldly, her sharp gaze sweeping across the surrounding environment.

Ao Huo, fifteen years old, at the peak of the sixth stage of the postnatal realm. His cultivation talent was as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns even within the Ao family. He was by no means comparable to the half-baked sixth-stage postnatal practitioners he had faced before.

Wearing the red cloud-brocade embroidered robe given by Dongfang Qi, Huo Qingren stood in the snow like a blooming red plum blossom, standing uniquely proud. A smile graced her face, yet her eyebrows twitched involuntarily. If anyone told her this was a coincidence, she wouldn't believe it even if beaten to death. The person standing right across from her was none other than Wang Xueyan.

The plan continued to advance, and no one could predict what might happen. Just as Qin Xiao finished assigning the tasks, an uninvited guest suddenly arrived, startling everyone present.

Meanwhile, the two brothers Dongfang Yu and Dongfang Qi were quarreling fiercely in the courtyard of the Delicacy Pavilion.

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The regret in the young nobleman's heart surged to its absolute peak in an instant. He wished desperately that time could flow backward; the moment he first laid eyes on these three terrifying fellows, he should have simply let them pass.

The person standing at the doorway wore an expression somewhat more composed than Li Shenfu's, yet all the muscles in her body seemed to be twitching, her heartbeat and breathing halted. Her eyes carried joy, astonishment, happiness, and a myriad of unexplainable, indescribable complexities.

Therefore, the moment Yuan Yu returned, he seized the opportunity before the news became known to the entire world, and brought betrothal gifts to propose marriage at the Medicine Sect. Just as he anticipated, the Medicine Sect had not yet received the news.

Now that he saw Murong Yi once again and understood her true feelings, his emotions could hardly suppress their surge of excitement.

It was just that the helpless feeling when chakra was entirely depleted was extremely detestable, and it was also extremely detrimental to one's own safety, which was why very few ninjas ever did such a thing.

Originally, if Jingchu were not plagued by so many rebel armies causing devastation, a single public notice would have solved both troop and grain issues. But now, except for Wang Shen's Huangzhou, every other place in the entire Jianghan region was occupied by the rebel forces. Li Heng was essentially a commander without an army. His trip to Jianghan this time was nothing more than a suicidal mission.

A stone whizzed toward the bearded man's head with a howling wind. The very instant the stone was thrown, Yang Yi darted forward in a flash following closely behind it. The bearded man possessed a robust build and looked somewhat clumsy, yet his body was exceedingly agile. Without even looking back, he sidestepped to evade the stone.

Could this words be any more venomous? Thirteen years ago, Yaoji was inexplicably taken away by celestial soldiers and generals. Yang Tian佑 died of grief and joy combined, leaving only Yunhua and Yang Jian to depend on each other for survival.

There were over ten thousand Manichean believers on the mountain. Once the city was breached, the fires of war would rage across the heavens. Who would have the leisure to individually vet the identities of the captured enemies? Naturally, they would all be slaughtered to the last man.

Because they were jealous of Qianyun. They asked themselves: their own sects were no weaker than the Hidden Sword Sect, and perhaps even stronger. Why was it that Qianyun was able to sit upon the high platform, placed on equal footing with figures from Buddhism and Confucianism, while they could only sit below in the audience?

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