Chapter 72: The Cellar
Seriously, don't go there often. I came out of the mountains myself, and I am so lucky to have met the parents who brought me out. The customs in our village are truly vicious, sigh.
The leader of the SWAT team wore a stern expression. Glaring at the evasive and bantering village chief, he pointed his police baton right at him.
In less than three seconds, Li Xu felt a dull thud impact the shield, and waves of rebounding force surged through his arm. The enemy had crashed into the shield wall, and the two sides officially opened fire.
"Senior, it's not that Fang Yan is unwilling to accompany you, but that I truly lack the strength to do so." Looking at the old man and feeling the oppressive aura emanating from him, Fang Yan spoke candidly. He genuinely did not want to fight this elder.
This town mayor, Wu Yang, was inherently a greedy man. Hearing Chu Rubin's words, his heart instantly skipped a beat with temptation.
It was simply because he hoped to find treasures in the Northern Wasteland to mend the foundation of Lei Wanju's injuries. Of course, he was also bearing the responsibilities that belonged to him.
A cultivator's lifespan is also limited; only by continuously enhancing one's strength can one continuously extend their lifespan. When stagnant at a bottleneck for too long and too much lifespan is consumed, one is very likely to perish simply due to the exhaustion of their years.
Lu Bu left Jingzhou almost under the watchful eyes of both the Yuan and Liu families. Although his departure was not particularly glorious, with only a thousand battered soldiers left, the Yuan and Liu families still dared not make a move against him, leaving Lu Bu quite smug. Little did he know, it was simply because they had no mortal feud with him and could not be bothered to use their precious jade to smash against his earthenware pot.
They could sense no aura from the opponent whatsoever. That left only one possibility: the opponent's strength far, far exceeded theirs. Only under such circumstances would they even lack the qualification to perceive the other's presence.
The white light flashed brightly, then rapidly dimmed. The scenery around the trial-takers transformed once again into the familiar Main God Hall.
Just as everyone was practicing cultivation with utmost concentration, Lin Feng walked over to them, instantly drawing cheers from the crowd.
"Can we go in now?" Hearing the murmurs of doubt and complaint beginning to arise from behind, Meng Tian could not help but frown slightly.
Even though Feng Ming could now barely contend with Yue Chen on equal footing, Feng Ming was a man after all. Moreover, once a move was made, if he failed to secure victory with a single strike, the moment Yue Chen recovered his strength would be Feng Ming's time of death.
Third Liu did not give any reply for a moment. Instead, the surrounding villagers kept persuading him, and even members of his own family joined in to urge him.
Right now, what worried Huang Wanli was not Song Yuandong's injuries, nor was it what the Flying Eagles would do without a chief instructor; rather, he was worried—deeply worried—about Shen Tianxing's attitude.
This single collision left her dizzy and disoriented. It took a long while for her to suppress the swirling black fog before her eyes, though a large bump had swelled directly on top of her head.
Feeling the abundant immortal source qi within his body, the corners of Du Yi's mouth curved upward slightly. If he were to cultivate here until reaching the late True Immortal stage, it would not be entirely impossible.
Screams rose one after another. These wails made those left outside feel their hair stand on end. After a long while, the four Immortal Emperors fled out in disarray, battered and covered in wounds.
The communication between the spiritual power within the body and the energy of heaven and earth entered a state of extremely natural exchange; the spiritual power within the body was precisely the energy of heaven and earth, and the energy of heaven and earth was precisely the spiritual power.
Leaving aside the Tathagata Buddha and the Jade Emperor for the moment, Du Yi had already reached the deep forests hundreds of thousands of li to the west of the Death Canyon.
It was only at this moment that I remembered mortals cannot see ghosts. It was solely because I possessed Yin-Yang eyes that I was able to see spirits and converse with Li Yiping.
Since Half-Immortal Xu had put it to this extent, Sanlang naturally could not say anything more. After thinking it over, Sanlang finally nodded in agreement. Following that, the rest of us chatted for a while longer, and seeing that it was getting late, we all dispersed.