Chapter 55: Heavenly Fire Three Mysterious Techniques

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Meanwhile, Li Huaihao finally escaped through the door, and when he sat in the car, he sighed as if having narrowly escaped a disaster. Among those who spoke the most during this time were Xie Jin and Wu Tianming, who had just been appointed director of the Western Film Studio last year. I was momentarily stunned; originally, the florist’s location was decided by Chen Haoding, surrounded by upscale residential complexes, where even the cheapest property prices started at tens of millions, making the rent equally staggering—ten to twenty thousand yuan per month would be considered cheap. Medical staff seldom saw her lose her temper; now, they were all quietly busy with their tasks, no one daring to speak. After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yannian lifted his glass, took a sip, and his indifferent gaze swept over the dance floor of the bar, searching for tonight’s prey. Of course, the two of them would never let me get involved in washing dishes; after eating, they would push me to the sofa to rest. In general, people from this country were regarded by many as strange and peculiar; even if they said bizarre things, no one believed them, simply thinking these curry-scented folks were going mad again. Shen Huai felt he might be ill; although he had just been scolded, a warm current unexpectedly surged through his heart. Those around him had been driven away by his furious outburst, so no one noticed his abnormality immediately. At this moment, Song Yanyu was naturally in a foul mood; he still believed that even with a warrant out, he could protect Li Jiayan. The four palms clashed, displaying an overwhelming momentum. Qin Tianci was pushed back several steps by this force. One person who was thrown forward then rolled backward due to the counterforce and fell beside An Renzhi, who was lying on the ground.

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So many days had already been wasted, and no one knew what was happening now in Qingyou Valley. How was his brother’s injury? Had he already suffered some misfortune? Thinking of this, Liang Yin’s heart grew more anxious, wishing he could fly straight to Qingyou Valley. The crucial point was that Song Jiang and Wu Yong could almost see clearly that the Liangshan army was on the verge of collapse; a great rout was imminent and yet no one was capable of stopping it. “My judgment is correct; even if the Sage himself arrived, I doubt he could withstand this collision head-on,” the deputy captain sighed, unsure whether to feel happy. Though he had saved everyone’s lives, the method was rather questionable. He stared as Wang Dapeng rolled on the ground. Only when Wang Dapeng collided with a stone, clutching his groin and lying still on the ground, did he snap out of it. Struggling to hold back laughter, he waved his weapon to finish off the enemy. Entering a dark space, he advanced a hundred yards; ahead came a thunderous roar as a waterfall cascaded down, blocking the entrance to an ancient cave. The Qixi Festival memorial on the shopping street still attracted many people—not only merchants but also consumers flocking in such numbers that the entire street became a sea of humanity. On the defensive line, Maxwell, Colbado, Materazzi, and Maicon fought together, while Bouldisso and “The Rock” Samuel, recently transferred from Real Madrid, sat on the bench, ready to step in at any moment. Although Fuzang Fawang was Tibetan, he was the highest Buddhist monk in Tibet; compared to others in the Central Plains, very few martial artists in the Jianghu could rival him. “This is just a preliminary estimate—only the funds requisitioned from Divine City to recruit soldiers, excluding military supplies,” Yue Zhongqi wiped his sweat and said, clearly overwhelmed by the figure across from him. “Hmph, Your Majesty the Black Spirit King, if you don’t believe me, just try. I guarantee, not only you, but even the entire Black Spirit realm’s army cannot withstand him. I fear your palace will be reduced to ruins, and you will regret it deeply,” the man in black said coldly. After eating and drinking to satisfaction and tiring from wandering the streets, Luo Jing suggested returning. She hadn’t bought much—just browsing here and there. She lingered over a dress with reluctance, but Zhen Xinghai, foolish and naive, accompanied her, unable to understand why she didn’t just buy it.

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Zhang Yue had long known that Li Ren, this weirdo, occasionally had ideas beyond imagination; he never expected him to have such a method now. Having wanted to know sooner, Zhang Yue found it awkward to ask now and could only withdraw to the side and wait patiently. Meanwhile, Yao Muchen’s two massive fists slammed into the insect king’s mouth; the bones and flesh in his hands were bitten apart with a “crack.” The armored bug king let out a piercing wail, his massive body trembling as he staggered backward repeatedly; black blood gushed from his cavernous mouth like a waterfall. Gradually, his entire body was enveloped in a faint golden light, with the glow around his palms noticeably more intense. Under Tian Ming’s furious gaze, he clearly sensed that, beyond his soul and consciousness, an incredibly tenacious force was sealing him in. With Tian Ming’s sharp vision, he easily recognized this force as a spatial sealing power, and he was finally filled with terror and unease. After dinner, Yao Yuxin had gone out and had not returned; no one knew whether she had something to do or simply did not want to disturb Ye Bai. “Reporting to the general, it’s me, squad leader Han Zhijun of Company Three, Platoon One,” Han Zhijun stepped forward and said. Hao Yu, who was sound asleep, was awakened by continuous vibrations from the wristband on his arm. Rubbing his eyes groggily, he looked at the caller ID; the moment he saw the name, all drowsiness vanished instantly. After hesitating for a few seconds, Hao Yu answered the call. Lindy trusted Qian Lai and Yan Xuan; in theory, Lindy should also trust Zhuang Yan, but emotions sometimes defy reason. Among the super film talents’ skills was scriptwriting; during previous conversations with Qian Lai, Lindy had gained a general understanding of Yan Xuan’s abilities.