The first line of the supreme martial arts manual, the Sunflower Manual, reads: "To master this divine art, first castrate yourself!" How many heroes has that terrified!
With extraordinary courage, Zhao Feng resolutely takes up the Sunflower Manual!
The Sunflower Manual has only one principle: speed!
In the martial arts world, nothing can beat speed!
A man who leaves light far behind is simply unstoppable!
Yun Zhonghe, the Crane in the Clouds; Wei Yixiao, the Blue-Winged Bat King; Jing Wuming, the peerless swift-sword master; Li Xunhuan, whose throwing knives never miss; Chu Liuxiang, who leaves a fragrance with every step; Dao Zhi, who moves like lightning; the Mad Old Man, who shrinks the earth to a few inches; Sun Wukong on his somersault cloud; the Flash, who surpasses the speed of light... They'll all be eating his dust!
Quicksilver breaks out in a cold sweat, looking shaken: "Dude, I was seriously afraid you'd shoot one right into my face just now!"
A tiny embroidery needle sweeps through the Myriad Worlds, spans the nine heavens and ten earths, and pierces through the past, present, and future!
From then on, Zhao Feng ascends the road to heaven, striding to song, covering the skies with a flick of his fingers, and composing a battle hymn to eternal life!
Across the cosmos and the eight wildernesses, the nine heavens and ten earths, the three primordial realms: the Sunflower reigns supreme...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
There is a woman named Hatano Yoshii who has a very miserable fate. She was assaulted by her family at home, by her colleagues at work, and even on the bus and subway. I especially sympathize with her. I want to seek justice for her, but there is insufficient evidence, so friends who have video evidence can send it to me. Let us work together to support justice and fill the world with love.
Soldier: Report to the commander that we have run out of bullets, but the female soldiers are still pressing forward. What should we do? The pervert: Brothers, if you don't have bullets, have sex with them. Must we rape all the female soldiers? Soldier: At the end of the battle, most of the female soldiers were raped, a few were impregnated and escaped, and the rest had their breasts caressed! There is an injured person in our army, his name is Yang Wei, he is the one who saw it without comment.
Why do you still need a woman if you have no chance? →_→. Isn't it bad to find a man? It really is.
It's too confusing. If you want to write a time travel story, you might as well write about willows in space than about fusang trees. Fuso trees have fire-attribute spiritual roots and have nothing to do with space. Moreover, if you eat a fruit in the Zhetian world, the energy it provides is very high. Is it still useful for you to go to the martial arts world now? After digesting the energy provided by the fruit, you will surpass the setting of the martial arts world. Even if you want to time travel. You should also make something a bit more fantasy, right? And in Huashan, the Sunflower Book you heard was probably a scrap? How did you manage to practice an incomplete martial arts? Moreover, due to the difference in world levels, the Sunflower Book may be regarded as a magical skill in the world of martial arts, but it is nothing in the world of Zhetian. The gap is too big, so the effect of your writing is a little too big, right?
Author, I want to know what kind of mentality you had when writing this book?
Why do I feel that Duan Zhengchun's lovers are all bitches except for me, Qin Hongmian, who has a second man?
If the author cut it himself, I would definitely like it.
Sunflower Guarantee is actually a set of extremely yang exercises. If you can't hold it, you have to have sex with a woman, but this also has risks.
Don't even cut it, just look at it like a chicken
The most annoying thing is the novel that sells itself like a sheep. The selling point of the Sunflower Collection is self-concubine, so you have to find excuses.