"Lu Zhao, you, a cripple whose sword bones were dug out, still have the nerve to cause trouble?"
The provocative monk stood in front of the mountain gate, with three hundred disciples behind him, looking menacing.
There was a belch from behind.
The sloppy master drunkenly leaned against the door frame, and with a wave of his hand, three hundred disciples were sent flying thirty miles away, including their flying swords.
The monk collapsed on the ground: "You, you are... Qinglian Sword Immortal?!"
The master looked at Lu Zhao blankly: "What did he just say?"
Lu Zhao's expression remained unchanged: "Master, he said you are not good at drinking."
Before Lu Zhao traveled through time, his master was an alcoholic, his senior sister was a love brain, and his senior brother was a social terror.
After Lu Zhao traveled through time, his master was the sword fairy, his sister was the empress, and his brother was the nemesis of the dragon clan.
But they all lost themselves.
Lu Zhao helped them one by one to find their past, awaken their Taoist hearts, and retrieve their magical equipment.
Later, these big guys woke up, and they started to protect their shortcomings like crazy - and then the whole world of immortality went crazy.
