Chapter 117: The Grand Opening is Imminent

“Boss, is this... our branch?” Su Wenyue asked Jiang Buxiang in surprise.

“Yes, it took fifteen days, and it’s finally about to open.” Jiang Buxiang sat in front of the cash register, spinning one chair after another as he looked at everything. This time’s decoration style was one he had personally improved upon.

The clothes in the old store were generally hung on the walls, but this time not...

The doors and windows could all be opened, and outside each window was a different scene. Xu Ban Sheng knew these were merely illusory formations. He tried it; the door could be exited, but when he wanted to jump out the window, he felt the resistance he had sensed earlier.

She suddenly thought of a possibility: that Mu Fan was already a Nascent Soul cultivator. However, even this guess was unbelievable to her.

Cui Zhengzhi nodded, then began to explain in detail to Xu Ban Sheng the attack methods of those ancient baby boys.

The three Dark Night Envoys pressed down on Xiao Fan and straight through the temple resembling a football field, advancing toward the depths until they entered the opulent side hall inside.

“Next month, but the internal selections of each academy have already started. Our swordsman department is organizing challenge matches on this side. Is there no movement on your magic side?” Rob raised his eyebrows.

If this white-robed protector wanted to kill and rob, Xiao Fan naturally would not hold back. If he merely wanted Xiao Fan to spit out the ten million gold coins he had swallowed and then release him, Xiao Fan might even spare his life.

The entire valley came to life in an instant, so vibrant it was almost intoxicating, as if they would immediately ascend like a rainbow.

Those people stood helplessly in place, resignedly listening to Father Jacques’s verdict. Some of them had already closed their eyes in despair, as if the next moment they could hear the news that would send them plunging into the abyss.

“The prince’s procession is already this luxurious; if it were the emperor’s, wouldn’t it be even more so?” Someone could not help but think. They were merely ordinary people, naturally feeling both liking and envy for the royal majesty, along with some indescribable fear.

At present, the disciples of Azure Cloud Sect were also divided into two factions. The faction opposing Chi Yuan criticized him for being unworthy to serve as the sect master of Azure Cloud Sect.

The cultivators of the own camp, upon hearing the transmission from Immortal Lord Ling Yue, their morale soared, forcing the opponents to retreat one after another.

When they returned to the entrance of the alley, before they had even entered the alley, they heard Wu Matchmaker’s shrill crying shout.

This time, the barbarians’ attack had blocked all their wealth, and with this great priest, they now had three ninth-realm beings, although one had just stepped into the ninth realm, the difference between the ninth realm and the peak of the eighth realm was still very great.

“The one who harmed you isn’t them; there is someone behind the scenes. Don’t be deceived.” Yue Rong explained to them, but these wronged souls had long lost their sanity, relying only on a grudge of revenge to support them.

Lin Nian closed his eyes and asked casually, she had no works released recently, nor any activities, logically speaking, there shouldn’t be any hot searches.

Enjoying a pleasant ride while using software to search for people; after all, it wasn’t far from Shenzhen, and one could run back and forth in an afternoon.

She had finally seen Lin Zhaoxia’s arrogance, just as Lan Yan had said, she really did have that capital.

Xie Ningyuan slightly raised his eyebrows, probably guessing what he was about to say, so he, who usually liked to spar with Gu Jue, this time said nothing, only nodding as he followed Gu Jue’s footsteps.

“If it’s like this, if Hua’er brings heavy treasure to descend, she would certainly be taken away by Queen Yan,” Zhao Yanran pondered.

“Black Brother, look around for something.” One of the triangular-eyed men, whose face was full of横肉, spoke up.

Tang Xinyu continued, “Even if I agree, you probably wouldn’t dare to eat it. You said the bracelet is a divine weapon with its spirit removed, but I think the spirit is still there.”

In the end, the ancestor’s soul also entered the real world within the illusion. His old man, on his deathbed, only left two sentences. The first sentence was ‘Qinggen Peak’, the second sentence was ‘Seven Slay Profound Feathers’.