Chapter 1191: Senior Brother Dai, We Have Invited the Party Involved Back

The Tiger Roar Martial Arts Hall was built by Master Murong with his own hands, and he knew every single brick and tile intimately.

Clearly, the martial arts hall was exactly the same as before, so why did it feel not quite right?

Forget it, think no more; Master Murong’s ability to cultivate to the Golden Core stage was entirely due to his free and easy character—if he could not figure something out, he simply would not think about it, refusing to make things hard for himself.

"Master, Old Meng and I have discussed it, and we feel it is about time for us to leave." Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou came to bid farewell to Master Murong.

Indeed, if Yao Zhan personally admitted that it was the Grand Preceptor who ordered him to murder Lady Zuo, that would be more powerful than any evidence.

Is this all the speed he has? Shuang Feiyue saw the Werewolf King raise his war hammer and actually pause for a second; evading at this kind of speed wasn't a completely effortless task?

"You weren't captured? Then you must have gone through immense hardships and exhausted all connections to come see me. Why bother? Although this old man was framed by wicked men, stripped of office, and escorted back to the capital, my life is in no danger. Once I reach the capital and report everything to the Emperor, I will naturally be cleared and released," Fu Tianchou said.

Ouyang Feng looked at Shen Yan as if looking at a pebble by the roadside, his eyes lacking even an expression of disdain.

A bargaining chip. Xiao Yao's face darkened; he never expected that Meng Linping's courtship of Zheng Jie was actually a play arranged by Meng Xuemei, presumably waiting for the day they failed so they could push Zheng Jie forward to block a blow.

"Don't make excuses in front of me! In any case, my four brothers are dead. You decide how to handle this!" Jian Wushuang said, every word resonant and powerful.

"Cheng Yiben, you are shameless!" Pei Shiyin's heart pounded wildly. She indeed did not dare to shout and scream; what if she drew the security guards and servants, letting everyone witness this ambiguous display between her and Cheng Yiben?

That Section Chief Zhang had driven off with his people, but as a result of Zhao Jian making a single phone call, it wasn't long before their superior gave Section Chief Zhang a scathing tongue-lashing, forcing her to return to the scene with her people and begin counting the money.

Han Junyu felt Pei Shiyin's intimate gesture, his heart bursting with joy; after drinking two glasses of champagne, he swept Pei Shiyin into the dance floor.

"I am sorry, Yin, it is I who failed to protect you!" Han Junyu said with deep apology as he looked at Pei Shiyin.

"My nose was itchy." He Dazhuang grew dizzy with success, to the point of actually sticking his finger into his nostril to stir it around.

They were not intimidated by Nangong Ku at all, but rather remained entirely secure in their backing; each of their seven major races possessed their own heritage, fearing absolutely no one, not even the old ancestor of the Nangong family.

Cidris lowered his eyes slightly, his expression somewhat ambiguous. The capacity of a vampire during feeding was equivalent to the power within the blood—though this bit of stimulation was indeed trivial to him, a vague notion arose in the vampire's mind, his wine-red pupils darkening slightly.

Quite a few exotic beasts began to doubt the meaning of life; it was their very first time seeing a human who remained perfectly fine after being struck by lightning so many times. Had it not been for the corpses of their comrades lying beneath his feet, they would have thought it was just a cheap special effect in a movie.

As a ninja who had after all weathered great storms, experiencing a momentary lapse of confusion, coupled with Jiraiya's words, Kakashi instantly pulled himself together.

Zhang Yang let out a soft snort; even the Buddha of the Eastern Mountain had died by his hand, so how could this fellow possibly threaten him.

Zhang Yang frowned; faced with this kind of praise, Zhang Yang naturally would not grow complacent, but was instead exceedingly curious as to why this fellow had run over specifically to praise him.

His ability to rise abruptly this year to become a highly sought-after member of the House of Lords relied not on eloquence or rhetoric, but on that powerful and potential-filled strength.

If nothing else, emissaries from other countries were still present today, so they absolutely could not allow others to look upon the jokes of their Li Kingdom.

That person's hands and feet went cold from that single glance, a wave of chill rushing straight up his spine into the crown of his head, terrifyingly cold, as he fell to his knees with a loud thud.