(Slow heat + not brainless + coherent plot)
Young Wang Yichen inherited his grandfather's legacy and was transported to a foreign land by the Star God with his "Three Talents" and started his cultivation path.
Along the way, I met spiritual beasts who dared to fight for freedom, cheerful people who drank and talked happily without any pretense, girls with eyes full of love, and proud and rugged pioneers of various sects.
The young man always had a belief in his heart.
If suffering overwhelms his head, the young man will straighten his back and shout loudly: If there is poverty, the gap will be broken by stepping on it, and when disaster strikes, draw your sword and cut it!
If he is in a desperate situation, the young man will not sit back and wait for death. He will roar angrily: Now that my body is broken, I dare to swing my sword to kill the monster's head, my courage reaches the sky!
This belief is self-improvement. It is not a strong and domineering appearance on the outside, but has long been transformed into a proud and unshakable inner self of a young man.
Let's see how the young man asks about boxing, sword, and the truth in his heart!
Reader comments
Let me borrow a poem from the protagonist of my novel. I hope this work can lead me out of the siege.
Yu Jiangzhu's thoughts on plum blossoms and chrysanthemums
Linzhu followed the waves like a long voyage, but when I returned to the Prime Minister, I was stagnant.
The road is full of twists and turns, and the bright future is nowhere to be seen.
Hundreds of feet of ice are sharp and beautiful, and thousands of miles of frost and cold wrap you in beauty.
Poverty breaks the seams of life, and when disaster strikes, draw your sword and cut it!
Let me borrow a poem from the protagonist of my novel. I hope this work can lead me out of the siege. Yu Jiangzhu's thoughts on plum blossoms and chrysanthemums Linzhu followed the waves like a long voyage, but when I returned to the Prime Minister, I was stagnant. The road is full of twists and turns, and the bright future is nowhere to be seen. Hundreds of feet of ice are sharp and beautiful, and thousands of miles of frost and cold wrap you in beauty. Poverty breaks the seams of life, and when disaster strikes, draw your sword and cut it!
So far so smooth