Chapter 52: Chen Zheng Injured

As soon as Shen Qingyao came out, Su Shang introduced her to the two people standing before him.
"This is Shen Qingyao. She will be coming with us to the site."
"Teacher Su, this person is..."
Su Shang looked at Shen Qingyao and spoke without changing his expression, "Oh, a former colleague of mine."
"You must be very talented then! Anyone who has worked with Teacher Su cannot be ordinary!"
Hearing these words, Shen Qingyao wore an awkward expression.
"You... Just for speaking to me like this right now, I can punish you immediately!" Xiao Huairen's eyes rolled as he quickly spoke.
While flying over the desolate mountains, Long Qingchen suddenly changed direction and descended toward a secluded valley.
"As for this, I have no ability to investigate it! However, ever since the Sect Master left, Brother Feng has always given Zimeng the cold shoulder, saying that the Sect Master would never marry Zimeng because the Sect Master is already betrothed." Hearing this, Tie Muyun roughly understood the whole situation.
"I'm fine." She coldly brushed aside Zhong Lingyu's hand and left the office. Zhong Lingyu silently followed behind her, hoping everything would go smoothly today.
At this moment, Tie Muyun was immersed in a state of cultivation. These evil thoughts were also a form of dark energy, and he needed to refine them thoroughly to enhance his strength.
A muffled sound echoed through the quiet hall, and Dongfang Lengyu was kicked to the ground by Pei Donglai.
However, she was also extremely curious about what kind of treasure Luo Ping intended to use for the exchange. Seeing the confident look on Luo Ping's face kindled a trace of hope in her heart—perhaps the treasure Luo Ping brought out really could surpass her Nine-Turn Imperial Ultimate Pill.
After pondering for a long time, Long Qingchen still decided to punish the dragon warriors who had violated military discipline, using the Grand Patriarch's token to transmit his voice to the captains of all the warships.
After escorting Lin Mutian to the inn, Xiao Yue directly left the scope of the Imperial Capital, then flew through the air directly toward a sparsely populated distant region.
"Eight Blades of Cangxie, Three Floating Blades." The Cangxie Sword transformed into three sharp blades, their tips tearing through the void as they charged directly to slaughter the five True Immortals. With a loud crash, the main body of the Cangxie Sword vanished, transforming once again into a three-foot azure blade that landed in Qi Xuanxyi's hand. Meanwhile, the five True Immortals each stepped back a pace before immediately lunging to slaughter Qi Xuanxyi.
These guardrails and arrow towers had been constructed several hundred meters outside the perimeter of the encampment, falling outside the scope of the original settlement's construction. Instead, they were temporary additions built after discussions among the group. In this way, the encampment gained at least two layers of defensive measures.
Cheng Yiming seemed to have known the God of War's fate all along; his face did not show the astonishment seen on the others.
Though he could exchange blows with warriors and even hold his own, compared to someone like Heavenly Fate Child, there was undoubtedly still a vast gap.
Huaining City was the closest to the location where Daoist Yuanzhen underwent his heavenly tribulation, making the intelligence it held the most accurate and abundant.
The sky had turned completely dark. The military horses grazing in the pasture returned one after another to the stables of the horse farm. The garrison troops responsible for guarding the farm closed the gates as usual, dispatching roving cavalry and sentries around the perimeter, yet these security measures looked perfunctory no matter how one observed them.
"Not bad, not bad." The fortune-teller was dressed in a grey-blue robe and holding a banner. Seeing Situ Mingkong stop to inquire, he smiled from ear to ear.
"Yes." Yilan answered concisely, pointing a finger at her lips to signal Guan Li to stop talking.
At this time, a thousand commoners had been temporarily conscripted in the city to transport logs and rolling stones up to the city towers, preparing to hold the city to the death. Not far away, the booming sound of battle drums suddenly rang out, and gradually, a sea of red surged forward like fire—the vanguard troops of the Pei army had arrived.
Gazing at the familiar figure dancing their fingers across the front of the piano, Estelle spoke slowly.
Yilan was slightly stunned, and immediately kept her eyes fixed on her nose and her heart centered, withdrawing her sarcastic thoughts. With so many old acquaintances watching, she felt embarrassed to be pulled by Guan Li, yet dared not shake him off in public, so she lowered her head even further, looking particularly aggrieved.