"Second S-grade Exchange Enhancement?"
Upon hearing this, everyone paused slightly, surprised that Chu Xuan had proposed this suggestion again.
I still remember the last S-grade exchange, which was after the Grief Battle Team. Because of the complete extinction of two groups of recycled teams, everyone had made a lot of money and finally pooled their resources to exchange for Wu Xian's bloodline enhancement from Krypton, which required an S-grade side story plot.
Is the S-grade bloodline strong? The answer is definitely yes!
Just saying, in terms of Wu Xian's own body...
Yang Yuran was playing solo, not because she didn't want to play doubles or four-person teams, but because she was too weak and no one wanted to carry her.
However, Qin Shiyu has to pause this moment, because he needs to take care of everything below first.
"You're so slow to come, and you have the nerve to say that?" Fang Xiao also chopped open the Beidou with a sword and stood with Xu Xiang at a place.
The two of them talked and fought simultaneously, with their blood slowly decreasing. However, there were occasional bursts of three-point-five green digits popping up on the leaderboard of the dusk, which was a sign of passive life recovery.
"Uncle Liu, you're wrong. It's not just medicine. There's also another way," Xu Xiang also said.
"Even a hero can't afford a penny, let alone me who doesn't qualify as one," Fang Xiao also said before the words came out of her mouth.
"That's absolutely true, as admitted by that Li Wenda," Shi Bubao also spoke up.
In this moment, Feng Qing was swayed. He couldn't find any reason to refuse the other party. Suddenly, he thought of Qing Hong and wondered what Qing Hong's attitude would be if Feng Qing agreed to the Apocalypse Rebirth.
With the death of the Blood River Ancestor and the departure of the cultivators who attacked Longshan Clan, the biggest crisis that Longshan Clan had faced since its establishment was finally resolved. Seeing this, the cloud-replanted maidens in the array finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Because of the thickness of the gate, Qin Shiyu exerted all his strength. However, there was no reaction when he hit the gate, and it seemed that the force was absorbed and digested by the gate.
The humiliations from previous lives, the helplessness and fear of watching loved ones die, the loneliness of being at the mercy of others and having no one to rely on—all these deeply etched into her heart, unable to forget or touch them again.
The notice also said that the bronze boxes are not placed every day. They will be placed in the square on the second day of every month and every ten days. Those who want to submit their work must remember the time and come to submit it on time.
"Speak up!" Shunzhi glared at me, his voice a little hoarse but the authoritative tone in his command was undeniable.
"Wang Chen, do you still remember the promise you made to me?" Suddenly, as Wang Chen was deeply absorbing the spiritual essence of the heavens and earth, the voice of the Purple Gold Mud Mother, which had not spoken for a long time, resounded in his mind.
"Yes, I suppose out of all the past Purple Golden Kings, only Wang Chen's cultivation is effortless, truly enviable. Why is there such a huge difference between people?" Bai Deqing envied said.
The great-grandfather of Ye Mingjing, Emperor Chengzu, had three younger brothers who survived after he ascended to the throne. They were respectively styled as Prince Yu, Prince Rui, and Prince Kang. By the time it passed to Emperor Chengqing, it had already descended to Yu Gongkong, Rui Gongkong, and Kang Gongkong.
He spoke with resolute determination. Not far away, Yi Fan, who was taking a break, also turned his gaze towards him.
With difficulty walking past the dismantled tent, Xie Chen's back was already carrying three backpacks, two of which were their original ones, and the other two were those of the two bandits.
I shook my head, fearing that if I tried again now, she would still choose the same path as before, because her proud heart could not accept even a single speck of dust.
My head was spinning, and I couldn't think clearly. As if under a spell, my mouth opened slightly, allowing him to place the pastry from his hand into my mouth. In the moment he withdrew his finger, his index finger lightly flicked against my tongue unintentionally or on purpose, causing me to tremble all over. I probably turned even my toes red.
