Chapter 101: Meeting Ba Jin

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The two heroes of the You family watched as numerous experts, including Xuan Nan, Master Tan, and Madam Tan, surrounded Qiao Feng but failed to subdue him. Now Ye Feng had joined the fray, and remarkably, his martial skills were extraordinarily high. Even with Xuan Ji’s ability to coordinate a pincer attack, they could not gain the upper hand. The others, momentarily stunned and fearful, could only wear expressions of concern.

Zheng Tianshou promptly summoned over twenty cultivators from the main courtyard and headed towards several helicopters parked within the Zheng family estate.

In the basement surveillance room, Zero Zero Seven, bound to a cold iron bed, saw a battered Yin Tianqiu, who had just entered.

Seeing Yuan Si fall silent, Qi Xuyao worried he had hurt her feelings and immediately closed his mouth, afraid to speak further.

Xiahou Guan, however, did not sit down at once. Instead, he picked up a bottle of red wine and poured into the cups of Yan Zhongjiu and the other nine sect leaders.

The Chinese players did not respond, but each harbored doubts. How could the venerable head of the Fusang Sect lack an antidote to counter widespread poisoning by his own subordinates? Did he truly take the Chinese players for fools?

Of course, they did not forget to warn the onlookers not to leak the news that Hong Shihao had been defeated by Li Chen.

Surrounded by shattering glass and the howling wind, Xia Yi gritted his teeth. His hair whipped wildly upwards in the falling wind. His fingers clenched the knife handle tightly as the ground below loomed larger in his vision. His arms ached as if being torn apart under the force of the fall.

Yet he usually wore the carefree guise of a roguish wanderer. How much courage did that require? How much pain was concealed beneath?

Wu Ming found the western restaurant in the heart of Kaiyang City, as directed by Ye Hailun. He intended to enter immediately but was stopped by the doorman. Only then did Wu Ming realize this restaurant was no ordinary establishment—it dared to accept only reservations.

“I’m here, but I’m not going,” Feng Zhancheng said stubbornly, stretching his neck. “I won’t go. What can you do to me? Tie me up?”

Feng Chufei’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he talked about such matters. After all, as modern people, they had more advanced concepts about integrated management.

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Of course, qualifications had nothing to do with family background. Like her husband, Lin Wanqing was not materialistic; her concern lay with Chen Chen’s character.

“What do you want?” the man asked again, his voice now raised several octaves, threatening and severe.

He Quanling’s formation was decent among peers. Concealed by the spiritual wood on the formation talisman, he remained unseen as the cultivators hurriedly searched for prey, oblivious to the subtle movements here.

“You are a senior believer from Liuhe Township. I remember you. Your name is…” Unexpectedly, the Patriarch recognized her. “You are Luo Chunhua.” The Patriarch struggled to catch the accent of the religion, but what he actually pronounced sounded like “Foolish Flower.”

Is it just a medical visit? If you can be treated, then fine; if not, just forget it. Why the tears? Must every medical visit involve a performance? That’s just too much. Feng Chufei noticed many people in this era loved to perform. He wasn’t sure if he just met too many or if there really were so many.

Innocent men suffer suspicion for their treasures, especially when the divine palace’s treasures are no ordinary trinkets. Now someone has collected these treasures, waiting for you to come and claim them. Why hesitate?

After hearing these words, Zorron suddenly laughed, then seriously addressed Hawkeye.

“Uncle Zhang, don’t worry. Since I found you here, I’m not afraid we can’t take them on. Just tell me, and I’ll handle it,” Xia Amei interrupted, speaking confidently.

Looking at the fragrant braised fish chunks and fish-head egg soup, everyone’s exhaustion from the arduous journey instantly vanished.

Mother Ning only had a mouth; everyone spoke at once, leaving her at a loss for words.

“Granny Hu, don’t worry. She wouldn’t dare report this to the general,” Tao Qiqi reassured her.

Roi seemed oblivious to his presence, chatting casually with Xue Zhongxian as he walked forward.

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Gu Yan and Zeng Rou were there; Xia Ranran didn’t notice, only hearing Zeng Rou’s voice, quivering with tears.

Huo Mingyue spoke coldly, indifferent from repeated disappointment. She felt little affection for her two sons.

Fortunately, the Ghost Sect had been cautious just moments ago, severing only one side of the chains. The other side remained fastened to the pool.

Looking at Gu Yan, who stood dazed for a long while, it was only after Assistant Song’s reminder that he noticed Xia Ranran was still bending to get into the car, heading to the evening banquet.

This Palace Lord Zhu Yuqing was terrifying. Was this the power of the Void Realm? A mere glance rendered him unable to stand?

Thinking of his sister being summoned to the temple to kneel in punishment until she fainted, Xi Yan’s head throbbed with anger.

At that moment, Old Li’s ancient mobile phone, silent for ten thousand years, unexpectedly chimed with a message alert. He glanced at the screen.

All along, Anna had been the one giving, while the others in Shaoshi had never lent her even a bit of help.

This was also why he chose to fight barehanded rather than wield a weapon. He had seen Shi Kui’s axe techniques before; unable to freely use skills himself, choosing a weapon battle could easily put him at a disadvantage.