Traveling through the fantasy world, Zhao Xiaodao became a famous loser disciple of Qingyun Temple.
After three years of practicing qi, I can't even feel the qi. In anger, the master asked him to pack up his clothes and roll down the mountain to beg for food.
In a desperate situation, dual systems fell from the sky——
The system is ruined: the more you lie down, the stronger it gets. It breaks through one level while sleeping. Snoring is all about attracting air into the body.
Takeout system: cross-border ordering, iced American style to rejuvenate, instant noodles to extend life, milk tea to restore blood, and fried chicken to break through.
Since then, the style of painting in the world of cultivation has changed dramatically.
The ancestors of the nine major sects squatted at the gate of the mountain to grab milk tea, the kendo master fought over the last fried chicken, and the devil saint squatted at the door of his takeaway shop every day to ask for discount coupons.
In the sect competition, the opponent's sword energy spans three thousand miles.
Zhao Xiaodao lay down on the ring and said, "Wait a while, I'll take a nap first to save my cultivation."
Opponent: "???"
Crisis outside the world has come, and all sects are in panic all day long.
Zhao Xiaodao held the straw in his mouth and collapsed on the cloud bed: "Why are you panic? Let me finish this bucket of family bucket first."
