Chapter 57: When Will This Ever End?

"Classmates," Wang Ying said with total nonchalance, while Lin Wei felt her toes curl inside her shoes in sheer embarrassment.

Heaven knows she and Shen Jize were entirely innocent. Gossiping behind his back was one thing, but saying things right to his face made it impossible to act normally around each other anymore.

"I'm so sorry, classmate Shen. She was just repeating the nonsense rumors going around among the students. Please don't take it seriously."

Tugging on Wang Ying's arm, Lin Wei hauled her away.

Once they reached a secluded spot, Lin Wei was utterly speechless.

Among the one hundred and thirty-seven people, those great grandmasters were the most convinced of their defeat because they had fought with equalized strength, making them all the more appreciative of the immense power and versatility of Feng Xingying's swordsmanship.

Su Hang took out all the detoxification pills from his pocket and popped one into his mouth first to guard against any accidents. Then, he fished out several jade needles, snapped them in half, and inserted them into the pills. Finally, he asked the old man for a sickle, cut his own arm, and dripped his spiritual blood onto those pills.

Being close to the sea, Mingjue City had always favored hunting sea beasts, and the flavor of sea beasts differed greatly from that of inland magical beasts.

Larry Bird's tactical arrangement was entirely a gamble on his players' shooting touch. Win or lose was up to fate, but it had to be said that seeing such a game on Christmas was truly exhilarating.

As for killing enemies with mist, that was something only the Rainbow Fairy could accomplish; Moyun Lingfeng still needed to condense that mist into a thirty-foot giant sword.

Seeing that the other party stopped questioning her, Wan Bi felt much more at ease and chatted casually with Feng Xingying.

"White Zetsu, how did you find out that Uchiha Sasuke obtained the Rinnegan?" Black Zetsu asked White Zetsu.

The avatar of the Divine Deity of Holy Flame thrust out its right arm, sending a palm strike toward Qin Feng. Instantly, holy light and fiery radiance burst forth together, evoking an inescapable sense of doom and a terrifying might.

Nangong Zhuo obviously knew that Feng Xingying was worried about Qin Molin, which was why he intentionally leaked this information to her.

Sure enough, the Green Wolf's swallowing of the wolf claw barely crossed the elbow before it came to a halt, leaving the two sides locked in a stalemate. At this point, everyone noticed that the Green Wolf was sweating profusely, a clear precursor to exhaustion.

I don't know how to play, please call... I want to take a week off, but my wallet won't allow it, truly broke.

However, the reality was not so. After making this gesture, the savage bull did not launch an attack; instead, it put its hands down and quietly watched the two of them.

At this moment, Dongfang lit a cigarette and began to smoke. The manager on the other side glanced at him without saying a word. The manager had established a rule that smoking was prohibited in the coffee shop, and in the past, he would always grumble if anyone smoked. This was the first time the manager remained silent. Today was truly a sad day.

Setting off from the Desolate Ancient Plain, Ye Yang took the teleportation array in Earth Demon City. After a two-month journey through the void, he finally arrived at Heaven Stealing City in the Bandit Domain. The newly built teleportation arrays were unstable, and the journey was inevitably bumpy. By the time his feet were finally on solid ground, his dizzy brain had yet to recover.

A heavenly maiden drops down, and Xu Yuandan's head was in a state of extreme excitement. "Twenty-third, I was born on New Year's Day, so I'm called Xu Yuandan."

The two of them—one completely devoid of combat experience and the other newly born and extremely delicate—could not possibly be of any help, even if kept by his side.

Having finished these thoughts, Chu Zifeng said nothing, only returning a heartwarming smile. He raised his arm, covered in massive injuries, and heavily slapped his blood-crusted hand onto Lin Yu's hand.

The next moment, a muffled bang was heard—the sound of a firearm discharging. Jiang Han flicked his hand with a swipe, and with a humming sound, a bullet had already appeared in his palm.

At this moment, Tang Fei also walked over. Hearing Qin Feng's words, he frowned slightly. A salary of fifteen thousand already exceeded that of everyone under Lu Shanmin; even he only made ten thousand a month, and Lu Shanmin himself probably wasn't making fifteen thousand a month right now.