Master of Hunyuan Tai Chi

Shen Kunzhou, Xuanjing Kingdom, in a run-down temple in an unremarkable city, a teenage boy muttered something. The boy shook his head, took a sip of the wine in the gourd, stood up, his eyes were bright, "Hunyuan Tai Chi, the five consecutive lightning whips must not fall into my hands!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.