Zhao Ritian was overjoyed!
At this moment, Zhao Ritian had wrapped his upper body in his clothes and tied them at his chest. The enormous wound on his chest was still visible, already stitched up and frozen by Long Aotian's eighteen needles.
Combined with the near-resurrection-like medicinal power of the Great Heaven Returning Pill, Zhao Ritian had recovered as well.
Zhao Ritian was the kind of person who was either dead beyond dead, or bursting with life.
He now ran frantically to a position beside one of the "monuments" of the Eight Immortals Heavenly Tribulation.
Zhao Ritian turned around, pointed at the other "monuments," and began calculating.
"That one, then that one... it changed, changed again, then stopped, stopped again, turned, switched, cut... changed again..."
Jiang Yuanshan's face was full of shock and disbelief.
Him again!
This idiot again!
What was he doing!?
The onlookers outside understood as well. Zhao Ritian seemed to have discovered something!
What had he discovered this time?
Zhang Jiucheng stood up, holding his teacup.
Zhao Feihuang beside him had gotten up long ago.
The two of them had been lucky. The moment they saw Jiang Yuanshan fly into a rage, they had already begun retreating.
That was why they were so far away and had not been trapped inside the grand formation.
Zhao Feihuang was no longer arrogant at all.
Kill Lu Chengwen!? Whoever the hell wanted to go could go!
Those three bastards even dared to fight Jiang Yuanshan. Was there anyone in the world they were afraid of?
Given Zhao Feihuang's status and position, he would not even dare raise his head when he saw Jiang Yuanshan. If Jiang Yuanshan told him to take a dump by the elevator doors, he would still have to ask, "Can I bring toilet paper?"
But Lu