Nineteen years old, in the physical training realm, with a debt of two thousand yuan.
Chen Mo is the lowest level warrior in Jiang City, even the watchdog in the underground arena is higher than him.
Everyone said: A waste like you will never be able to condense Qi in your lifetime.
Until that night, the spiritual energy was empowered and the golden lines broke out of the body.
One punch shattered the Qi Condensation Realm's face.
Two punches penetrated Hutang's signboard.
Three punches, the entire martial arts circle in Jiangcheng is asking——
"Who the hell is this?"
