Spiritual energy revived, monsters ran rampant, humans retreated to fortress cities, and martial arts became the only dignity.
In this era where the meridians are frequently attacked by demonic beasts and fire poisons, and high-end medicinal foods are monopolized by plutocrats...
In a shabby fly restaurant in Xiacheng District, Lin Yi was holding a bone-chopping knife, looking at the roiling Yang Chun noodles in the pot, and fell into deep thought.
"System, do you call this martial arts?"
[Ding! The diners were in awe of your 'masculine stir-fried noodles', and the aura of fireworks was +999. Congratulations to the host for breaking through to the warrior realm!
As a result, the style of the fortress city suddenly changed.
A low-level casual cultivator who had been practicing hard for ten years burst into tears after taking a bite of braised pork and broke through the bottleneck on the spot;
A martial arts master who had been tortured by fire for thirty years drank a bowl of ice noodles, bowed to him on the spot, and cried out that he wanted to work as a security guard in a restaurant;
The arrogant Shangcheng plutocrat genius came to play in the gym, but was split in half by Lin Yi's "Pao Ding Jie Niu Knife" move, which included the gang energy.
Facing the worship of countless elites from the City Defense Department and veterans of the martial arts association, Lin Yi shook the black iron pot in his hand and sighed:
"I repeat, I am really not a peerless warrior."
"I'm just an ordinary little cook from the market."
"Well, those who are ordering today should line up. Those above King Wu should stay a little back and don't jump in line!"
