[Invincible flow] + [Zong group portraits] + [Reverse misunderstanding] + [Dihua] + [Zong reorganization] + [Fast pace] + [Single female protagonist]
Consultant Shan traveled to a fantasy world.
There is a holy land here, an imperial clan, a demon court, a restricted area, a great sword cultivator who can cut off rivers with his sword, and an ancient giant who can control the sea with his palm.
The good news is that he has joined an ancient sect that seems very mysterious.
The bad news is that this sect is dying of poverty.
The leader boasts every day that when he was young, he conquered all the wastelands with one sword.
The senior sister said with a cold face that she had killed half a demon king three years ago.
The second senior brother studied the formation disk all day long, but in fact, he couldn't even place the spirit gathering formation in a circle.
The little junior sister always recites famous quotes from ancient books and relies on her momentum to bluff people.
The entire sect leader is talking harshly.
Everyone is playing the role of a peerless master.
Guan Guishan originally just wanted to practice in a low-key manner and be an ordinary disciple peacefully.
Until someone came to kick me out.
The leader thrust a fire stick into his hand, his voice trembled but he still managed to hold on:
"Disciple, this is the ancient sword of our sect. You can kill him casually on behalf of my master."
Advisor Shan nodded seriously.
"I understand, the sect is testing my basic skills."
The next moment.
One stick fell, and the enemies outside the mountain gate were gone.
Half the mountain is gone.
The big river in the distance that traversed three states also changed its course on the spot.
Quanzong was dumbfounded.
The enemy came and knelt down.
The leader looked at the fire stick he had picked up, and his whole body lost his ability.
Advisor Shan is still wondering.
"It's strange. Does this level of operation only count as basic operations in our sect?"
