Liu Jia Tai Shen Sha

Hou Ying had come up the mountain this time both to offer thanks and to bid farewell.

After three rounds of wine, he said, "Over these years, I have been blessed by the Sect Leader's care. I have lived very well in Wuchao Market, broadened my horizons and increased my knowledge, all of which has greatly benefited the improvement of my cultivation."

Liu Xiaolou asked, "Have you been at Qi Refining Perfection for a long time?"

Hou Ying said, "For several years now, so I have always wanted to attempt Foundation Establishment. Unfortunately, heaven did not grant my wish. I am dull-witted, and both of my previous attempts ended in failure. This is my third attempt." The next moment, he saw the Hunyuan Wind-Armored Sparrow's head slide from its body, the cut as neat as if made by a blade.

That deep, rich, slightly magnetic voice traveled through the phone line and reached her ears in the middle of the night. It was unexpectedly seductive and languid, carrying an irresistible magic that made her blush and her heart race.

Huacheng was located at the far western edge of the Western Continent. Beyond it lay, more or less, the fringes of the cultivation world, where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was scarce. It was known as a true wilderness, rarely visited by human beings.

Although Tang Feng spoke amiably and showed no intention of keeping others at arm's length, Liu Ningqian's eyes narrowed, a trace of chill flashing through them. The others were likewise slightly stunned, and when they looked at Tang Feng again, their gazes had turned hostile.

At this moment, Chen Fan was like a bottomless abyss, madly absorbing the power of heaven and earth around him.

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