Chapter 56: Serpent Spear Douluo Helps with Training, Fang Yuan Fights Hu Liena

Thinking about this, Fang Yuan, who had already returned to his room, directly summoned the deacon standing guard at the door and said indifferently, "Take me to Serpent Spear Douro's residence. I have some words for him."

"Yes." The deacon bowed and cupped his fists. As a deacon personally appointed by Fang Yuan, he had naturally witnessed Fang Yuan's formidable strength with his own eyes and admired this master without soul power from the bottom of his heart. Most importantly, all he had to do was stand guard easily like this every day, yet the salary distributed by the Spirit Hall was as high as a pillow. Compared to serving as an elder in other forces, this deacon job in the Spirit Hall was obviously much easier and more stable.

Before long, the deacon led Fang Yuan straight to She Long's residence...

A loud voice came through, like the vibration of a huge bell, making the minds of quite a few people sway.

Upon rushing to the engagement zone, Xing Chen finally realized how dire the current situation of the prestigious families was. However, even knowing in advance that the situation was so grim, Xing Chen's decision would not change.

Yet the Dragon clan woman paid no heed to that. Seeing her holding her knees and refusing to let go, she directly raised her foot and kicked Chu Xing'er right in the chest.

Finally, when both legs of the savage giant were stained with blood, it abruptly collapsed to the ground, kneeling on the cold slate floor with both knees. It swung its battle-axe in vain, but couldn't even touch the edge of Treerom.

In Cao Feng's mind, only an intensely extreme killing intent remained, and his slender eyes became somewhat bloodshot.

The poor door was no match for Hua Xin's kick. Along with the door frame, the entire set crashed down.

Once students with cultivation aptitude were discovered, they would all sign confidentiality agreements and undergo body-refining training in secret. Once the dantian was opened, they would be introduced into the inner courtyard.

In the distance, quite a few people had also gathered. Although they were not participating in the martial arts competition on behalf of the Meng family, this did not prevent them from watching the spectacle. With the talents of various major cities gathered together, such a lively scene naturally attracted many onlookers.

Madam Meng still hesitated greatly, looking intently at Hu Rong, yet Hu Rong showed not the slightest bit of fear under her direct gaze. Seeing that she did not tell her to enter the door, she raised an eyebrow and said.

Yi Qianjian's delicate eyebrows slightly knitted, and she felt somewhat unable to figure it out in her heart. However, this matter was not important; regardless of how many starlights there were, the ultimate result was still advancement.

She had clearly never tripped while walking, nor could it be considered "once bitten by a snake, ten years in fear of well ropes."

"Thank you." Yun Qingxue waved her hand and stowed all those medicinal herbs completely into her own storage ring.

They all held high their respective magical treasures. With just a single word of command from Dragon Thirteen, they could subdue this crafty girl and make her obediently take back the magical treasure suppressing the Golden Dragon God.

At the thought of that day when Huang Xu wrapped her entirely in a silk ribbon and carried her on his back, Liu Yan wanted to laugh. Was this treating me like a bow?

"What kind of person is he?" Murong Hong interrupted Zhou Bochen's words, a strange look flashing across his deep, pitch-black eyes, his thin lips pressed tightly together, while his expression remained as calm and breezy as a cloud.

A-Dai and Liuli were making their final sprint, intending to elevate their spellcasting to the level where they could transform into human form.

The threat of these two men certainly could not compare to Li Linfu and Yang Guozhong, but neither could they be allowed to act arbitrarily and bury the magnificent rivers and mountains of the Great Tang.

Seeing that this youth, pure as a mountain spring at first sight, was swallowed by the fear in his heart, he ultimately could not bear it, which was why he uttered these words.

"Go!" she also shouted. Countless leaves suddenly flew out from the defensive barrier formed by the vanishing and transforming flower vines, and those leaves swooped towards Mei Wu and the foxes she had phantomly created with extreme sharpness.

My spine turned cold, and cold sweat broke out involuntarily. What kind of wrong medicine had this Celestial Master Zhang taken?

Yet precisely because of this, everyone present was thoroughly convinced. They figured that if it were them, they would have long since given up, but Du Gu relied on an iron will to grit his teeth and push forward without stopping for even a single step. For the sake of this sheer tenacity, even the usually arrogant Yao Xiao could find nothing to say.

The so-called partitioned room was actually just a compartment separated by bamboo screens, making it very easy to see the people inside.

As one of the highest security-level weapons developed by the human world prior to the war, the procedures required to activate and detonate a nuclear warhead were by no means a simple matter that could be easily completed in a few moves.

"Hiss~~." Opening his eyes with difficulty, the headache brought on by a hangover made Li Lin involuntarily furrow his brows tightly. Wanting to raise a hand to rub his temples, he suddenly discovered that his arms seemed to be bound by something, completely unable to move.

Facing everyone's objections, Elder Chen paid no heed whatsoever, merely looking at Zong Mo and waiting for his stance.

"How could this be? How could this be, how could this? No, Xinyue, let's not practice anymore. We won't practice anymore, we won't transform into a dragon. Let's switch cultivation methods, I will teach you how to switch." Li Yi said in a panic-stricken manner.

Leaning back in his soft, genuine leather executive chair while holding the recent frontline developments just sent by Anna, carefully examining them and pondering with his hand on his chin, Chen Feng paused in thought before pressing the communicator on his desk and summoning his deputy, Ling Ji.

Inadvertently, an extra figure suddenly appeared inside the room. The figure had a slender waist and walked slowly to the bedside, gazing at Dongfang Ruoyan, whose clothes were in disarray.

The two of them got off the police car and walked towards Zhang's Milk Tea shop across the street. Before entering the shop door, Zhang Wei glanced at his phone again. On the screen, the countdown to death could finally give him some temporary peace of mind.

"Grandfather, who are you?" Mo Xi was very curious about the identity of this somewhat childish old man.

Since ancient times, people all over the world knew that behind the vermilion gates of the rich, wine and meat rotted while bones froze by the roadside, yet very few poems were left behind to praise the rich people who opened their granaries to distribute grain and gave out porridge to save lives in times of famine. Of course, this did not mean rich people were inherently good, but neither could one say someone was bad simply because they had money.

Fierce winds danced wildly, and the intense aura gradually subsided. The six-pointed stars that had instantly emerged in Xing Lian's pupils gradually faded, and the next moment, the red lotus in her hand suddenly leapt into mid-air.

Yu Weiyan nodded, stood up, and went to Xuanyuan Han's side. Su Yin's claws rested on Xuanyuan Han's arm, looking extremely feeble.

He picked up a kunai, the heavy metallic texture bringing back the familiar feeling of the bloody storms of battle. Under the incandescent light, his fingers brushed across it, and a dark flash crossed the blade—it was very sharp and still usable.

As soon as he pushed the door open, Fang Zheng was hit by a thick wave of tobacco smoke. After just one breath, Fang Zheng felt a sense of suffocation, followed by the urge to cough. Seeing this, Red Boy quickly used a spell to block the smoke outside. Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, nodded with satisfaction, and gave Red Boy a thumbs-up.

"Do you all think that the life of my Hua family descendant Qiao Xinglian is less important than this mere dispersing divine pill?" Qiao Muyun's expression gradually turned cold.

Thus, as her former instructor, Fang Hua communicated with her to film an all-encompassing documentary to inspire the junior students at Peking University.

Guan Ping very much wanted to refuse, but looking at this luxury car, and then looking at that helicopter, she finally gritted her teeth and nodded in agreement.

Companions without horses were a liability in such a chaotic environment. If one did not actively keep up, but instead delayed things out of old sentiments, they were not worth saving.

Baili Wuchen subsequently flew down to follow, yet he did not block her path, merely pacing closely behind her step by step.