In troubled times, all kinds of martial arts are used, dynasties compete for hegemony, and there is bloodshed in the world.
Su Changqing opened his eyes and found that he was in the timeline of Yitian Slaying the Dragon, and became a precarious disciple of the Dirty Clothes Sect of the Beggar Clan.
In this world where human life is as trivial as a piece of grass, being weak is the original sin!
At this time, in the Ming Dynasty, not only were the six major sects besieging Guangmingding, but also behemoths such as Dragon Protection Villa, Sun Moon Sect, and Yihua Palace were eyeing it.
Fortunately, he awakened his talent [Nine Breaths of Convincement].
Breathe nine times and you will have one year of pure inner energy!
Poor qualifications? I have ten thousand years of internal power to flush out my meridians and change my destiny against the will of heaven!
The skill is bad? I used my endless energy to forcefully deduce and turn decay into magic!
Su Changqing decided to stay in the Beggar Clan, quietly working hard, and would not get out of the mountain until he was invincible.
[Ragged Cloth] + [Three Thousand Years of Internal Power] = [Immortal Golden Body], can withstand the Yitian Sword, break the snow and drink the sword!
[Beggar Step] + [Five Thousand Years of Internal Power] = [Demon Phantom], with thousands of incarnations, faster than Dongfang Bubai!
[Shallow Long Fist] + [Ten Thousand Years of Internal Power] = [The True Meaning of Martial Arts: Prison Suppression], with one punch, even the gods on land will kneel down!
Until that day, the Shaolin Lion Slaughter Conference, the storm gathered, and the Great Qin cavalry pressed on.
Facing the peerless powerful men such as the magician Pang Ban, Tianxiahui Xiongba, and the sword demon Dugu Qiufei.
Su Changqing, who had been hiding in the corner and chewing chicken legs, stood up.
He didn't want to talk nonsense and directly showed his 36,500 years of terrifying internal power.
At that moment, the sky changed color and the bullfight became angry.
Su Changqing looked at the martial arts myths all over the floor and said calmly:
"My palm has 30,000 years of internal power. How can you stop it?"
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