My Dear Nephew, If You Beat the Prince, You Can't Beat Me.

[Exciting] [Relaxing] [Multiple heroines] [Overhead] (1w+ bookshelf cool articles, feel free to invest, the update will be updated soon, both reading and ratings will increase!) "You come out to hang out and talk about your power background?" "Then my junior brothers and I have practiced fists as big as clay pots in vain?" Accidentally traveled through time, he was working hard, and he inherited a sect. Li Zhao has no system and no golden fingers. Instead, he is just a group of juniors who can only make silly noises with their big teeth. Fortunately, these juniors are very good at fighting and very obedient. A gold medal and an identity drew Li Zhao into the whirlpool of the capital. Li Zhao: Oh? That's what you asked me to come over. Sell painting books, beat up dandies, win the first prize in a big hunt, crack down on fraud in the imperial examination... Li Zhao and his junior brothers used their fists to establish a place in the capital. What Machiavellian plot? Go ahead and tell the doctor! (The introduction is weak, it takes off right from the beginning, please move to the main text~)