Others burn resources by practicing martial arts, but I burn my life by practicing martial arts.
Lin Yue traveled to Xiuwu Continent and became the poorest boy in Qingshi County.
My father was bent down by the sacks on the dock, and my mother's hands were worn out by a few copper plates.
The whole family supported him in martial arts training, but in return he was ridiculed by the whole city: "A poor man deserves to practice martial arts?"
Until he saw a dusty broken stone tablet in the depths of his consciousness.
Sweat drips into the monument, which lasts for a long time.
From then on, carrying bags at the dock was like practicing martial arts, and throwing punches in the woodshed was like retreating.
The quiz knocks down the dandy, the Dragon Gate Club fights to the death with a folding knife, and the secret realm of the black abyss seizes the blood flame.
He wants to use a pair of fists to smash everything looked down upon in this world. This is the story of a young man from a poor family who used his sweat to change his destiny.
