I Am Actually a Disciple of the Hidden Sect

Others practiced sitting meditation to strengthen their muscles and bones, but Chen Yan's practice relied on working in the market - bargaining with the vegetable seller for half an hour, and his spiritual thoughts could penetrate three walls; carrying a fifty-pound express to climb 20 stories, his transport capacity was stronger than that of a master of external strength; he even chatted with the old man who collected scraps, and he was able to understand the secret of the flow of energy. The master said that this is called "training the mind in the human world, and cultivating the soul with fireworks." He believed it and worked as a Sheniu courier for three years, hiding his peak level of cultivation even more tightly than the express delivery slip. It wasn't until the day he was kicked out of the rental house by the landlord that Bronze Compass suddenly awakened and he knew that he was a disciple of the Qingming Pavilion of the hidden Wuzong! The school bully beats up his cousin? He rushed over with the express box on his shoulder, and his strength shook and he took off the other person's arm; his aunt robbed the ancestral home and acted ruthlessly? With a quick glance of his mind, he could see through the fake will she had hidden; did the underworld destroy the courier station? He stood in the express delivery pile, his eyes sharper than a machete: "I have been delivering goods at this station for three years, and every brick and tile is my training ground." ' When the skin of the street bastard is torn to pieces, revealing the bones of the descendants of the Wuzong - it's time to change the rules in this city! " This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.