Childhood Sweetheart's Wish Challenge (11)

"How about we go together and talk to Li Changfu? Teach him a lesson," the Second Uncle suggested.

Furthermore, the high school league also used FIBA rules, which meant there was no defensive three-second violation. Centers could camp out in the restricted area, making it even harder for slashers to create opportunities to drive to the rim and finish in half-court sets.

Lin Sheng wanted to go and notify Haitao and the others, but he was afraid of wasting time, and once the news leaked and caused public panic, it would spell serious trouble.

Meanwhile, a man with a resolute and stern face stepped out from behind Celestial Master Zhang. After making a formal bow, he led Qin Yu away from the spot.

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Baozi appeared before him out of nowhere, gripping a baseball bat tightly with both hands, and swung it straight at Liu Fang's face.

Upon graduating from junior high, she had also held a strong desire to enter this high school. Never did she expect that, through a twist of fate, she ended up at the Normal University Attached High School. Now, revisiting her old stomping grounds, she was back on a mission to compete against them.

They were not monkeys—why were they constantly being played around with by the Arbiter Legion! The battle they had anticipated for so long had now turned into a mere formality of a selection process that ended right away.

The mere thought of himself reduced to nothing more than a skeleton made Liu Jiawan shiver uncontrollably, his heart pounding fiercely. Fortunately, someone else had stepped in to help.

Su Ruoyun and Xiao Mingkun exchanged a few rounds of polite pleasantries before Su Ruoyun finally reached her limit. "Are you planning to stand outside this base forever?" she thought. Why was he talking so much nonsense? Couldn't he see she wanted to leave?

If those sounds had previously seemed somewhat illusory and ethereal, ringing out once more, they now felt as if they were echoing right beside her ears, exceptionally piercing and grating.

"No, Ruyan, don't be like this. I was indeed much too angry that day," Cheng Yanzhong pulled her tightly into his embrace.

"You knew? Then why didn't you stop it? Do you also harbor feelings for Ye Ge?" Mei Zhuang roared at her with a ferocious expression.

Yet, Nangong Ji felt not a shred of it. Filled with righteous energy, all he offered was a disdainful scoff.

Li Zhichen shuddered with shock. Had they not been underwater, he surely would have cried out: "The Formless Flowing Pearl!" The white light before his eyes was identical to the radiance emitted by the Formless Flowing Pearl, though somewhat dimmer by comparison.

The moment Su Mu vanished, everyone standing near him suddenly materialized around him, turning pale with terror. Without a second thought, they summoned their flying swords, preparing to flee.

Indeed, no one mocked Su Ruoya for wearing a veil, but she was met with gazes of utter contempt on all sides. Madam Zhang was exceedingly displeased that Cheng Yanzhong had brought Su Ruoya to the banquet, yet it was inconvenient for her to simply drive Su Ruoya away, lest a love-struck Cheng Yanzhong cause another massive public scene in the Jian'an Hall.

Hearing this, Li Feichang's sword-like brows instantly drooped. Without another word, he turned around and left.

Emperor Xin glared with wide-open eyes. He could tolerate Ye Ge having been attacked earlier since those blows were not fatal, but the swirling black water droplets clearly heralded a dark tide. How could he stand by and watch Ye Ge perish in lonely, silent despair right before his eyes?

Luo Wusheng wore an expression of instant disdain: What is wrong with this person? Granting an official title is one thing, but with all these sneaky tricks, forget the title then! After rolling her quintessential Luo-family eyes, she lowered her head to tidy up the remains of her playthings, deciding to ignore this eccentric young master entirely.

Swishing the paper fan in her hand, Luo Wusheng strolled leisurely toward a place where she could rent a carriage, taking the opportunity to closely observe the daily lives of the people in this era and see if they differed from those in modern times.

Upon hearing He Ming list these three conditions, the light in the eyes of Zheng Lei and his companion dimmed instantly. These three methods were essentially useless; the first went without saying, but searching for magical artifacts and Yin-Yang masters was, for them at present, akin to finding a needle in a haystack.

Yu Zi lowered her gaze and drooped her eyes, sensing A-Dai's intense stare. She genuinely wished to avoid dragging this unwarranted conflict onto herself, so she quietly took a few steps backward.

A mere mortal ant from the lower realm, who had somehow survived his full-power strike unscathed, now had the audacity to appear openly within the Heavenly Court.

She could not bear to accept dried meat sent by others, yet to maintain the facade of poverty, she had to receive it with profuse expressions of gratitude. As luck would have it, the estate owner caught two large fish that very day, forcing Mai Er to turn around and gift the larger fish to them in return.

Usually, He Ming kept his worries to himself to spare his parents anxiety, meaning he knew even less about Daoist sorcery than people like Dijiang. Now, listening to Dijiang and Zheng Lei analyze the situation in a back-and-forth dialogue, he felt their reasoning made complete sense.

So-called researchers are those who walk alone through a millennium of solitude, driven by their own fanatical convictions. In their eyes, people are divided into only three categories: the dead, business partners, and research materials.

This left Bai Xue somewhat troubled. He was afraid that old man Wang would pull another trick and escape, yet equally afraid that getting too close would lead to discovery. "Could it be that he came here just to sleep?" Bai Xue found this hypothesis utterly unbelievable, nor was he willing to accept it.

Then, the wooden clone drew the Qin Feng sword from its back, channeling three-percent of the Dan Divine Cauldron's power, and instantly unleashed a thousand-foot-long, heaven-shaking sword beam toward the incoming elder surnamed Pei.

"Hehe, right, it's him. Didn't I lose a bit of money playing poker with him a few days ago? He said if I didn't pay up today, he'd clean me out. What could I do? I just scraped together some cash and brought it over to him!" Ma Yong explained with a chuckle, playfully patting the travel bag slung over his shoulder.

"I'll gladly take the blade today, dammit!! I'm not looking for anyone else later; I'm going straight after that restaurant owner!" Zhao Xu muttered, gripping a folding knife tightly as he lowered his head.

Su Hao muttered to himself in amusement. Jing Yuchen had probably even resorted to using his looks—a running joke he could tease him with for years to come.

Hearing this, Long Qiankun let out a bright chuckle. He knew that Ziyun Yuan's words were a dig at him. The hundred-poison centipede might act like an overlord here, but before Ziyun Yuan, it was no different from a newborn infant, utterly powerless to resist.

On the other side, the two exchanged blows in a fierce flurry of martial arts. After about the space of a quarter-hour, the battle was decided. Hou Wuwu lowered his guard for a split second, taking a direct palm strike to the chest from Jue Ban. With a sharp smack, his body flew three zhang away on the force of the blow, crashing heavily to the ground, completely immobilized.

"Hehe, your hand is a bit bold. How about I call your bet with fifty thousand?" the young man asked Er Linzi with a cheerful smile.

With this thought, Tang Yun's eyes were tinged with a trace of desolation. Yet Lezheng Rongxiu remained entirely oblivious. Knowing this, Tang Yun was certain her guess was correct. Given Lezheng Rongxiu's acute perception, how could he possibly have missed such a drastic emotional shift in someone close to him?