After Lin An traveled through time, he obtained the Medicine God System, and he became stronger after taking medicine, but something didn't seem right about the elixir in this world.
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"What is this"
Lin An looked at what looked like a ghost baby on the table, with ulcers all over its body, its eyes hanging out of its sockets, and a weird smile on its lips.
"This is the miraculous ginseng fruit that has been around for thousands of years."
Lin An's eyes lit up, "Such a cute little thing, of course I have to eat him."
After saying that, he grabbed the ginseng fruit and immediately refined it.
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This is a world where martial arts and qi training coexist. In the ancient times, there was no martial arts, only qi practitioners. To practice qi, you must have spiritual roots. The quality of the spiritual roots directly determines the level of strength. Personal efforts are insignificant. The spiritual roots are like a shackles. No matter how talented you are, they can only turn into a handful of loess in the end. How can a wicked person who is trapped by the shackles of talent and understanding be willing to persevere and eventually create martial arts? An era comes when everyone is like a dragon. Qigong sects are terrified and suppress them in every possible way until the demons invade. Martial arts take the opportunity to rise up and fight against the demons, but there is already a rift in their hearts. Later, the martial arts longevity family rises, and their ambitions expand. In the seemingly peaceful world, there are actually undercurrents. Lin An travels to the oiran's bed and is involved in a conspiracy. However, the system is in hand. I own the world. You can conspire and I will cut it to pieces.
After saying that, he grabbed the ginseng fruit and immediately refined it.
——Lin An traveled to the oiran's bed and was involved in a conspiracy, but I have the system in hand, and I own the world. Let you plot and scheme, and I will kill them all with one blow.
Hehe,. . .