After three years of refining Qi to the third level, the entire sect laughed at me as a waste.
Until the restriction inside the body cracks a crack——
During the outer gate competition, Zhao Wuji crushed my iron sword with his foot: "Kneel down and call me grandpa, and I will spare your life."
I looked at him and smiled.
"You just said... Who should you kneel down?"
With one punch, the restraint was shattered.
In the silence of the whole place, the system prompt sounded:
[Successful slap in the face! Reward: Ancient Sky-Splitting Battle Body·First Level.
That day, everyone in the Qingyun Sect finally understood——
I am Wen Qingfeng, not a waste.
He is the father you cannot afford to offend.
