The sun was dazzling, filling the entire long street, and the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance - the red Dawan sweat-blooded horse, one of a million. Immediately, the man was wearing a red robe that clung to his body, his nose was high and his eyes were as bright as stars. He was too handsome, and his eyes glanced at him like knives. Girls on both sides of the road blushed: "Is this Ning'an, the new martial arts champion?" Ning'an is only eighteen years old this year. He has the ability to fight with thousands of troops, crushing his opponents from beginning to end in martial arts, and he is sure to win the first place. The whole world said that he was blessed by God. But who knew that he was living again with the memories of his previous life. His fate was not good, he came from a very poor family, and lived in a small town with no shit. As the old saying goes, the poor in culture and wealth in military affairs.
