Before time travel, he was a martial arts fan and a regular at the gym. Wake up and walk into a burnt village.
Seventeen years old, orphan, named Lu Chen.
This world talks about martial arts, where skills are divided into different levels, and cultivation relies on the arsenal to pass on skills. When spiritual energy passes through the storehouse, it must go through a "transit". This has been the rule for thousands of years, and everyone does this.
The first time he touched the martial arts platform, he always felt that something was missing.
His disciples said he thought too much, and his classmates said he was not talented enough. He repeatedly used his internal energy at night, and the feeling of "missing" was still there. But he couldn't tell, and he couldn't tell clearly.
During the day, he works as a law-abiding outer disciple. At night, I moved the breathing, pile skills, and explosive power from my previous life into the exercises of this world. Others relied on their arsenal to practice, but he relied on his own body.
He remembered a saying: no matter the rules, someone will profit from them.
Someone must hold the "little" sum.
He was going to find out - where.
If the arsenal says there is a favor, everyone in the world will repay it.
He doesn't admit it.
