On the first day of school, Yang Ming, a freshman, took one bite of a five-yuan pancake and was sent to another world by a dump truck that ran a red light. When I woke up, I found that I was in the world of cultivating immortals, and my spiritual roots were tested - false spiritual roots, the bottom among the bottom! Fortunately, it is bound to the "Strongest Recycling System", and you can become stronger by collecting junk: the Flying Sword +1, the recycling value +999; the broken pill furnace +1, the recycling value +666; what others see as rubbish is just a plug-in recharge point for him.
As a result, there is a strange legend in the Phantom Continent:
"Have you heard? The broken sword of Qingyuan Sect's genius was picked up by the tatters, and the tatters were used to build the foundation the next day!"
"Not only that! In the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts, he took down the coffin board of the old demon who transformed into a god and recycled it on the spot. The old demon was so angry that he faked his corpse and chased him three streets!"
Yang Ming had a Coke in his left hand, a bazooka in his right hand, and a modified version of the "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation" on his waist, "Five Years of Foundation Building and Three Years of Ascension", pretending to be a pig and eating tigers all the way: during the Qi Refining Period, he was in the bald secret realm, during the Foundation Building Period, he kicked over the geniuses, and during the Pill Formation Period, he emptied the sect's treasure house... When the Great Perfection in the late Mahayana period was reached, everyone looked up: How could this rag king have even included the Heavenly Tribulation in the system? !
There is no ink mark for cheating, there is no virginity for seizing treasures, and there is no genius with divine spiritual roots? First pass the level of my pseudo-spiritual root tattered king! Let's see how Yang Ming found a path to heaven by picking up rags. On the day of his ascension, the entire immortal world cried bitterly: Please, please, take our garbage... Ah no, return the magic weapon!
