I am the ancestor of Daoxin. I have nothing to repay you, so I will pass on my lifelong skills to you. You have to put this skill to good use and pass it on! "An old and powerful voice sounded in Li Ziteng's head.
Li Ziteng was in a daze, feeling like he was dreaming. Then, his whole body felt as hot as if it was on fire, and a particularly powerful force rushed into his body. Something strange happened. The wound on his head, which was originally painful, actually stopped hurting and the bleeding stopped.
After a while, Li Ziteng's eyelids moved and he slowly opened his eyes. He was stunned and reached out to touch his head. Good guy, the wounds were completely healed, not even a scar.
"What the hell is going on? "Li Ziteng was so puzzled that he thought he was dreaming. But when he looked around, something even more magical happened. As soon as his eyes saw something, information about it automatically popped up in his head. For example, when he looked at the vase that Zhou Wenpeng smashed against him, when he looked at it, his mind showed: "A modern imitation Yuan Dynasty vase with rough workmanship, worth three hundred yuan." Look next to it.
