The next morning, Gu Qing woke fully from his sleep. He stretched his limbs, drew in a breath of fresh air, then exhaled a breath of stale air. He felt exceptionally refreshed, and all his previous fatigue had vanished without a trace.
These Flowing Cloud Sect disciples had been fortunate enough to survive in Mount Posuo. How could they not have heard the name of "Martial Saint Lin"?
With the point of his fist as its core, poison domains of different attributes spread out, expanding outward in ring after ring.
She had stayed in this underground palace for some time, and this stone chamber had once served as her resting place. It was relatively safe and concealed.
"Even in ten years, you might not reach my current level! And you still want to beat me?" Yao Shaomin shook her head and laughed.
"I don't know what I'm worried about either. I just feel uneasy inside." Ming Xuan could not explain why.
Zhang Yuan was clutching her chest and gasping rapidly. Her face was haggard, and the arm holding the formation artifact trembled slightly as well.
When he reached the window, he waved his hand and tossed the talisman outside. Under the control of his divine sense, it floated into the air.
"Isn't this Da Gen?" A kind voice came over. Wasn't it the old granny from the Five Elements Sect who handled miscellaneous affairs?
Thus, amid a burst of ear-splitting wails, the Siberian tiger clutched his hands and rolled around on the ground.
Since Zhao Gongming had been wounded by Lu Ya, and Su Yuan had once met Lu Ya back then, Lu Ya's Immortal-Slaying Flying Dagger had only been successfully refined because of Su Yuan's reminder.
Cheng Lingzhi's pretty face reddened even more. She snorted coldly, glared at him,