Chen Xing is doing the eighth set of radio gymnastics to warm up. In the eyes of others, he is evolving a supreme skill that has created nothing in the world. He practiced a set of Tai Chi to maintain his health. The sword master had an epiphany on the spot and broke through the centuries-old bottleneck. The steamed buns he threw casually to the beggar became a panacea containing "Tao charm" because they were contaminated with the aura of his practice. The bamboo pole used to dry clothes in his yard was soaked with his day and night breath and became a peerless magic weapon. Chen Xing never takes the initiative, but all enemies are crushed by the "Tao Yun" he unconsciously radiates before they get close to him, or are eliminated by his "brainless fans". Chen Xing was puzzled the whole time: "Why is the security here so good?"
