Lin An traveled through time and became a mixed martial arts handyman, chopping wood, burning water and sweeping the floor, which was miserable.
Fortunately, there is an outrageous system that simplifies advanced martial arts into daily operations.
The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon? Shoot mosquitoes. God of War catalog? Stretch. Rain-covering sword technique? Splash water.
While others had been practicing hard for thirty years, he swatted mosquitoes all summer long - a dragon roar came out of his palm, and Ouyang Ke flew away on the spot.
Others have been enlightened for a lifetime, but he stretched himself - the sky fell, and Pang Ban was dumbfounded.
The painting of a boat in Taihu Lake revealed a secret, but Huang Rong refused to leave.
By the Dongting Lake, pouring wine into a sword, the waves turning over the clouds shouted "Master".
The gangster was made to doubt his life: "What kind of monster are you?"
Lin An scratched his head: "I'm just a woodcutter."
Swatting mosquitoes makes dragons roar, stretching to break through the void - this world is getting more and more outrageous.
