Qin Mo travels through the world of mixed martial arts and is bound to the national destiny system - the stronger Zhou becomes, the stronger he becomes.
Having received ten thousand years of cultivation at the beginning, he fell into deep thought: "Is this cultivation... Worthy of a fairyland?"
Since then, the style of Jianghu painting has changed dramatically: while others practice martial arts, he governs the country, while others discuss swords, and he builds infrastructure. Huashan Sect teaches swordsmanship? No, it is now the "Key Immortality Cultivation Pilot Unit of the Great Zhou Dynasty".
Many years later, Zhang Sanfeng looked at the people flying with swords in the sky and fell into deep thought: "The old Taoist has been in seclusion for thirty years. How did the world increase in dimension?"
Qin Mo was sitting in the Lingxiao Palace approving the memorial: "Don't ask, asking is about the destiny of the country, cultivation of immortals, large amounts of money, and full control."
Reader comments
You said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said You said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then I can't finish talking.
A very casual novel, it feels like two salted fish hanging on a bamboo pole, chatting with each other one by one [laughing evilly] [laughing evilly] [laughing evilly]
Is the protagonist's butler too weak? Any warrior might slap the protagonist in the face.
You said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said You said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then said you said I said he said then I can't finish talking.
A very casual novel, it feels like two salted fish hanging on a bamboo pole, chatting with each other one by one [laughing evilly] [laughing evilly] [laughing evilly]
Is the protagonist's butler too weak? Any warrior might slap the protagonist in the face.