Volume 1, Chapter 108: The Yun Family Confrontation

"Mr. Feng, what else do you have to say?" Chu Ming asked while looking at Feng Dongping slumped in the chair.

Yi Zhi had served her mother for many years, always being meticulous and clever. She carefully inspected the room, then went to the corridor to look out the window, confirming no one was there, before nodding to her mother upon returning.

Tyson pondered for a moment, unable to understand, so he simply stopped thinking and nodded.

An old man exuding an aura that warned others to stay away had his brows furrowed deeply, with cold light in his eyes like two sharp swords shooting towards some place outside the window. It seemed he wished he could kill the person in that direction with his gaze.

"Jingde, we must do this. I observe that this child's appearance resembles my shaman race great god Houyi. His facial features are even more auspicious. If he hides here, it would be detrimental. Let's begin, I don't have much time left." Xingtian persuaded. How could he not feel the profound father-son affection between them?

It was only then that he realized it was a bizarre beast born in the demon clan. With blood-red eyes and a toad-like body, but several times larger than a toad. Its skin was covered in thorns that shimmered with a green glow. It was clearly a venomous beast.

I carried the medicine basket to the Yeye Stream. From afar, I saw a faint ink-green robe in front of the crabapple flower forest. When I approached, my heart sank inexplicably. The crabapple trees devastated by the rainstorm on the ground, and his solitary, cold back, for some reason made me feel a slight fear in my heart.

Nangong Shiyan had already glared sideways, emitting a full aura of displeasure. As if he could destroy everything here at any moment.

After the greetings, the father stepped aside to let me go first, never looking at Lan once. I couldn't figure it out. Was he blaming Lan for his antics, or tacitly approving his actions?

Upon hearing, Feng Lingyue learned that the Yan Yue Gang leader Ye Qing Sui was best at vine techniques. After the bronze gong for the competition rang out, Ye Qing Sui immediately formed a complex hand seal with both hands. Once the hand seal was complete, almost simultaneously, several green vines suddenly appeared from a corner of the arena.

Zi Han quickly donned a bamboo-green embroidered brocade robe, casually tied a flowing cloud bun, applied a thick layer of powder, painted a floral makeup, and went to encounter the love rival with a sway.

"Thank you, teacher. May I ask how the teacher is addressed? How is the commission calculated?" Xiao Nuo Ruo said weakly, with a harmless smile on his face.

Spiritual Arts: Single Fire Grade, can be used three times a day; Ten Fire Grade, twice a day; Thousand Fire Grade, once a day; Meteorite Grade, once every three days.

Perhaps at some point, a change arises in the Yuan Yao Realm, completely shattering the current peace.

Lin Tian Xuan raised his hand, the blade's edge reflected dazzling light, directly pressing onto the man's neck, gently pressing down.

But once losing direction midway, who knows where it will go, maybe it circles back.

The clear sea water was transparent to the bottom. Mi Dou sat at the bottom of the three-meter deep sea, with fine white sand covering the ground, green long algae swaying, various colorful fish swimming by. Mi Dou sat cross-legged with eyes closed, bubbles rising from his nose as he exhaled, air transported by divine sense pouring into his slightly open mouth.

"Stimulator for spirit recovery!" Yun Fan's pupils slightly contracted, lost in deep thought. Of course, he didn't want the result described by Tolkien, and after communication failure, he could only slowly wait for tens of thousands of years.