[Traditional fantasy + swordsmanship + not brainless + slightly faster pace + not bitter and grudge + more relaxed]
The small tower needs to burn money to awaken, but the journey of sword cultivation has to start in poverty!
A hidden arrow pierced the air between the light and shadow of the sword. Li Luo pointed his finger at the tea water and turned it into a sharp sword. He raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Holy girl, how can I die before the goddess can be obtained?"
The sinister sixth man wants money, not his life, but he wants to step on the corpses of all the geniuses and break off all those cold flowers!
Many years later, when he returned to Earth and looked back, he said with emotion: "At the beginning, I really just wanted to see the saint and the goddess's style. I never expected that it would turn out like this!"
"When I started practicing, I just wanted to be able to at least know who the other person was when I was shot to death, but... I never thought that I would become the strongest by accident. It was really an accident!"
