I, Lin Yan, collect rags from Luoyang West Street.
Until I accepted the 300-yuan porcelain pillow and used my family's "Martial Arts Eye" to see the rusted sword inside and the blood-stained rivers and lakes.
Only when Ye Xiao broke through the door did I realize that I was the last descendant of the "Shou Zhuo lineage".
My grandfather died guarding the gate of hell, and my parents were trapped in the secret realm of Dunhuang. And my uncle, the "shopkeeper", wants to collect nine keys, sacrifice them to the people, and open the door.
From then on, I hold the Shouzhuo Sword tightly and look at heroes all over the world with my eye for martial arts.
Tianchi beheaded the dragon, the war terracotta warriors from the First Emperor's Mausoleum were returned to the Douhai clan, and the Kunlun Taoist Lord.
The shopkeeper said: This road is blocked.
I smiled: I drive my own way.
This time, I want this world to defend me, and I want that hell to be sealed forever!
