Everyone in Qingyun Town knows that Chen Fan is a fool. After practicing for three years, his Dantian was empty. The master only taught him one thing, the horse stance.
Later the master died. Chen Fan was still walking.
The people in the town laughed at him. His peers had entered a large sect to practice magical powers, but he was the only one squatting at the entrance of the village every day, like a fool.
Until that day, the bandit slashed his shoulder with a knife. The knife broke and Chen Fan remained motionless.
The news spread, and strong men came in droves. The leader of the Lingwu Realm came and cracked the ground with his fist, causing his opponent to vomit blood and run away. The city lord of the Tianwu Realm came and shattered the mountain with one punch.
Everyone is asking: What kind of magical skills do you practice?
Chen Fan thought for a while: Zamabu.
Master said that if you do the simplest things to the extreme, you will be invincible.
Very nice, come on