Chapter 41: Jiang Mi, are you capable?

Wenzong Fu could not believe she had replied so quickly; he had expected her to continue finding excuses to refuse him. Caught off guard, he met her sparkling gaze, and his blood seemed to boil throughout his body.

Involuntarily, his body was the first to respond to her.

Jiang Mi was startled; she immediately sensed his physical shift, and faced with the longing in his eyes, she felt a flush of shyness.

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It was precisely when this feeling of pent-up energy, having nowhere to release, reached its peak that he received the email.

As for who would serve as the Abbot of the Fahua Temple, Daoist Master Qingxu presented the relevant credentials and declared that the matter would be postponed.

In all honesty, Tuchel had given his absolute all in this match, holding nothing back.

Just then, a piercing light suddenly swept across the rooftop of the building, and the distant sound of sniper fire rang out.

After Newcastle kicked off from the center circle, they launched a long ball forward, attempting to play a direct, aerial style of football.

In his view, given Chu Ci's talent for alchemy, it was not impossible for him to pursue both alchemy and swordsmanship simultaneously.

"Oh, right," Hong Yu said, as if suddenly remembering something. She swallowed the pastry in her mouth with difficulty and grabbed a cup of tea from the table to wash it down.

Although she had been conducting experiments, she had kept a close eye on the situation between Yun Xinan and Lu Yifeng, and now she could continue to observe.

Lu You's expression shifted repeatedly; he clenched his fists, desperate to lash out. But after considering the attitude of his two nephews just moments ago, he calmed down and allowed himself to be quietly escorted away by the bodyguards.

Meanwhile, his stellar performance at Atletico Madrid meant he was no less impressive than his rivals, and a Europa League title was certainly something to be proud of.

"Long San, what do you think?" Sun Yan turned his head and asked with a smile. But when he saw the figure frozen in ice several hundred meters away, the smile on his face suddenly stiffened, and he looked awkward.

At this moment, feeling the sword intent radiating from Nemuri Ichiro, that prejudice was completely shattered.

There were also massive creatures, five or six meters long with three horns on their heads, resembling triceratops. Clearly, these beasts were the mounts of the minotaurs. Others were low-slung beasts covered in a thick, lava-like armor.

"Alright! Elder Xu, there is no need for such formalities. My younger brother rarely ventures out into the world and knows nothing of social conventions; he is entirely devoted to his carving. In modern terms, he is a bit out of touch with the world. I need to check on Xu Yang now; I will come back down in a moment!" With that, he led Lu Yun slowly up the stairs.

Although the Whirlwind Fist was powerful, Chen Ling only used it when absolutely necessary or when he believed the opponent would not recognize it, as he feared Xiao Chenyi would find out.

It continued to gather power, all three heads spitting and converging magic simultaneously. A sphere of immense, concentrated magical energy was gradually taking shape, causing the very atmosphere to tremble.

However, much like mortal-grade weapons, mortal-grade cultivation techniques often have significant flaws. Using such techniques is not only difficult to master but can also limit a martial artist's future.

For the past few days, he had stayed at the company from dawn until dusk. Whether in meetings or meeting with clients, an air of profound listlessness clung to him, a stark contrast to the joy he had displayed just two days prior.

Seeing that Haukawa Hakutaku remained silent for a long time, Tsurudo Yuki quickly changed the subject to break the heavy silence.

The scenery at the summit was magnificent, and the stairs were the only path up the mountain; the so-called martial arts trial took place right there.

The dizziness had completely vanished, and Xu Yang suddenly realized where the discrepancy he had been feeling all along actually lay.

Tsk, tsk. If A-Qi knew that Chen Chumo had failed to win this fight decisively only because he was protecting the phone in his pocket, one wonders what kind of shock it would have dealt to his heart.

The Imperial Capital is changing—changing in ways we could never have predicted. What the future holds remains uncertain. Seeing the utter dejection on Pei Zhen’s face, looking like a wounded cub, I had no choice but to lay out all my suspicions.