The modern oxen and horses traveled through time and became Jia Zhengliang, the Western fool who holds twelve flying knives and dreams of killing three hundred immortals.
But the script fell apart from the moment I opened my eyes——
Feng Shayan blocked the door and said in a cold tone: "Father asked me to have a child with you."
Me: "Wait, this plot is wrong!"
She smashed the wall behind me with one punch: "Choose me or choose death?"
At the Jia family ancestral hall, I accidentally got a mysterious ring, which was inherited from the supreme "Hunyuan Sword Jue".
From then on, I refined my energy into a sword and my spirit into my mind.
Throwing knife? That's just the starting point.
I want this sword spirit to wipe out all injustices in the world!
I want this sword in my hand to open the door of fate!
From Jiajia Village to Longhu Mountain, from Tianxiahui to Nason Island...
Feng Shayan's silver hair is like snow, and Lu Linglong's eyes are like stars. In this torrent of disputes between strangers, I hold a sword and ask the high "Tianmen":
"Is this road accessible?"
