Chapter 43 Is This Student of Mine Any Good?

Bai Yi's face turned ugly, mixed with annoyance and fury. She was annoyed by Wen Zongfu's lack of appreciation and furious that he showed her no respect in public. More than anything, she felt resentful that Wen Zongfu repeatedly took her affections for granted despite her putting herself out there time and time again.

Gazing with bitter resentment at Wen Zongfu's retreating back as he went off to busy himself, a profound sense of unwillingness churned in her heart.

She was determined to marry well to prove that she, Bai Yi, was no lesser person. Since Wen Zongfu looked down on her, could she really not find a man better than him?

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"No, this is merely the outer fringe of the Ghost Sea. If we were to deploy the White-Robed Sword Scholar right now, what would we do when it comes to the challenges ahead? The Haoran righteous energy is already fully prepared, we can make our move now!" said the middle-aged scholar sternly.

The more she fought Wang Yuan, the more terror gripped her heart. This man was truly a demon; from just a single exchange, not only had he learned her moves, but he had even elevated her unique signature technique to such terrifying might.

The smooth and cool touch instantly caused Chu Mengke's mind to drift for a moment. This sensation was simply too wonderful.

"I'm fine. What puppet, humph! My fate is in my hands, not the heavens!" Xiao Moyu said with unwavering firmness as she met Yue Ru Qianlong's worried gaze.

"No, this should just be an ordinary tiger. I'm afraid it really just suffers from albinism," Yun Zi said.

But later on, everyone began to feel a numbness at the root of their tongues! It was only then that they understood Jennifer's strange-sounding pronunciation was caused by a stiff and clumsy tongue, insufficient strength, lack of tension, and poor coordination, which led to abnormal airflow directions when she spoke.

"Newcomer, I'm going to tell you right now why I'm going to beat you up!" Huangpu Zhendong said as he walked over to the railing.

To be precise, this heart should belong to Loken. It contained most of the Prime Designate Loken's power, a portion of the power essence of Aman'thul, the Father of the Pantheon, as well as all of Loken's knowledge.

Before he could even look at Xu Xuan, the token in Tang Xuan's hand flew up, and his score appeared on the leaderboard.

Murong Qianqian was still lying collapsed across Chu Xuanzhi's arm, having already fainted. Even when the tip of the Hanyue blade pierced into her flesh, she only let out a muffled groan and did not wake up.

"Lin Feng, how much are you going to drink?" Liu Ruoxi leaned intimately against Lin Feng's shoulder, doing her best to mimic the scenes she had seen on television.

Ling Yanzi gave him a look that clearly said, "You know it, and that's enough." From then on, he didn't dare hand over any leverage carelessly; he would speak as little as possible.

As for her Sunset Pavilion, today she wished nothing more than to simply close down and let no one in. To have proactively invited Qing Tao over—wasn't that shooting herself in the foot?

From the moment Jiang Jun stepped into the capital, this chess game had already been set in motion. Jiang Quan and Qin Jing, who stood prominently on the stage, seemed powerful, but they were utterly negligible. What Qin Wan and Prince Lu were truly contending for was none other than Jiang Lue, and ultimately the military power of the entire northern region.

He suddenly felt a trace of fear, yet he had no idea what he was afraid of. That was why he had suddenly acted with such an overbearing manner just now.

With the Qilin primordial blood, all the earth-fire quintessential energy, and an extra ninety percent of the dragon's essence, vital breath, and spirit, his power had far surpassed that of Bu Jingyun and the others. This time, he had only stepped out to take Nie Feng's place in order to preserve the latter's circumstances; other matters were of little concern to him.

In her memory, her Seventh Imperial Uncle was the embodiment of a radiant and valiant warrior. How could he have grown so weak? Exactly where was he injured?

Beigong Yi wore a peculiar expression as he hurriedly bowed and saluted, mumbling vaguely, "Greetings, Immortal." Though he did not recognize Yue Hong, he knew of the Miaoxin Sect. Normally, even if he met the grandancestor of the Miaoxin Sect, the other party would be the one bowing to him. By rights, since Xun Yi had recognized this person as an elder sister, he should address himself as a junior when paying respects, but those two words were simply too hard for him to say.

Bamboo Realm Cold Pool—just hearing the name of this map showed that the Glory Technical Department was truly terrible at naming things! Of course, it was also possible they were simply too lazy to think of a proper map name.

However, Mengde had a rather unique idea. Perhaps he could use the Heavenly Mystery Divine Codex to establish his own sect just for fun.