Thirty thousand years ago, Su Ye, as the leader of the "Night Watch", arbitrarily determined for eternity, killed all the gods and demons on the Great Wall of Void, and fell asleep from exhaustion.
Thirty thousand years later, he woke up in a martial arts hall in Jiangnan Base City and became... A sweeper.
Looking at the "Thunder Prison Sword Technique", which was regarded as a national treasure, Su Ye's face was full of disgust: "Can you practice this garbage?"
Looking at the arrogant Ninth Grade Grandmaster, Su Ye sighed: "A child holding a stick has no rules."
Looking at the human defense line that was about to be broken, Su Ye reluctantly threw away the feather duster in his hand: "How many times have I told you, don't let those things cross the line."
[Civilization Fire] is in hand, and you can gain insight into the essence of all things.
Extract the concept of "hardness", and the physical body is hard to resist nuclear explosions;
Extract the concept of "light speed" and cut off the years with one knife.
In this era where martial arts are prosperous but their inheritance is cut off, Su Ye just wants to say:
"I'm not targeting anyone. I'm talking about all the masters here. They practice what I left behind."
