[Supernatural of the Republic of China + Jiu Shu fan + physical cultivation flow + weapon refining master + system flow + master-disciple relationship] Liu Ziting, who traveled to the world of Jiu Shu, was touched by Jiu Shu - his spiritual orifice was blocked, and there was no hope of practicing Taoism. It doesn't matter. God rewards hard work, one certificate lasts forever. When push-ups are achieved without strength, God will permanently strengthen the fascia of his arm. After being beaten by a zombie until he vomited blood, Tiandao permanently increased his bone density by one level. He bit his fingertips to use his energy and blood to refine the weapon, but failed seventy-two times. The seventy-third Heavenly Dao certification-the blood pattern was engraved successfully, and he will never make a mistake from now on. I can't learn Taoism, but my fists can smash everything. I don't know how to make mahogany talismans, but even Uncle Jiu couldn't put down the magic weapon I made. Wen Cai has bad eyesight? Give him a induction bead and the evil spirits will be able to hide within three miles. Isn't Qiu Sheng's protection enough? Give him a protective goggle, and even Fei Zheng's full blow will protect his life. Uncle Jiu's mahogany sword is blunt? Forty-nine days, the blood is warm and nourishing, and he is given a unique magic weapon that can cut hair and stiffness like tofu. From the blacksmith boy grinding zombie teeth in the backyard of Yizhuang, to the physical saint who suppresses all evils with one punch and whose energy and blood surge into the sky. Suppressing corpses, slaying demons, protecting the teacher's sect, and keeping the right path - Liu Ziting's path to enlightenment was filled with his own blood every step of the way. On the night of the zombie transformation in Renjiazhen, Uncle Jiu's peach wood sword was broken by a bronze-armored zombie. Liu Ziting walked out of the shadows, his copper-skinned fists clenching loudly. "Master, please take a rest. I'll hammer this end."
