Spiritual affinity is forty-nine.
On the report sheet of the Martial Arts Association, these two numbers were like a soldering iron that burned the entire Yanzhou.
Eighteen-year-old Li Siyi was stamped with the seal of "no chance for martial arts in this life." The Lin family came to the house overnight to break off the engagement, and his former classmates dispersed. His father was still carrying bricks on the construction site to raise money for his tuition. His mother cried secretly and her eyes were red, but she didn't dare to let him see it.
Only Li Siyi himself knows...
Three days ago, he blew himself up and killed seven alien saints.
Taoist Lord Xuantian, who has reached the Great Perfection of the Ten Thousand Dharma Realm, died alone in the starry sky. When he opened his eyes again, he returned to the gloomiest summer in his life.
Psychic affinity? That is a superstition that has lasted for hundreds of years in the martial arts world on earth. He has 12,000 teachings that can truly be practiced in his mind. Forty-nine o'clock? In front of the "Ten Thousand Transformations Returning to Immortality Sutra", there is no difference from the Ninety Points.
My parents died in an "accidental" car accident in my previous life, and the hands behind the scenes have just reached out now.
The enemy who broke his legs in his previous life is still practicing low-level boxing techniques that he can easily modify into seven or eight versions.
The eldest daughter of the Lin family, who broke off her engagement in her previous life, has just sat at the new blind date banquet arranged for her by her family.
Li Siyi sat up from the hospital bed. The cicadas were chirping outside the window and the sunshine was just right.
Three months.
He only has three months to rescue his parents, uproot the enemies hiding in the dark, and then...
Let the entire martial arts world learn again what cultivation is.
Forty-nine o'clock, that's enough. I will redraw the passing line in this life.
