Mo Chen traveled to the world of mixed martial arts and obtained the indestructible power at the beginning, but was told by the system that only death can return to the original world.
So a strange martial arts rookie appeared in the world.
Try harder, why does the legendary iron sand palm look like scratching an itch? Mo Chen said with disdain.
Master, please let me go. If I continue to fight, my iron palms will be useless! Qiu Qianren cried loudly.
"Old poisonous man, your spiked wine is pretty good. Here's another jar!" Mo Chen drank the poisonous wine in the glass in one gulp.
"Little bald donkey, don't be arrogant. I will study it again when I return to White Camel Mountain. I will definitely poison you to death next time!" Ouyang Feng said angrily.
"Mr. Jue, what's going on with you Emei people? You use these broken copper and iron tools. Do you want Lord Buddha to give you some money to buy some good ones?" Mo Chen said after crushing a long sword.
"Zhiruo, hurry up and get the Yitian Sword..."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
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Writing novels pollutes my eyes
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