From the Tianxu Realm to the Qianyuan Realm, Ruan Mengqiu only needs one thunder catastrophe to ascend.
From a Guiyi Realm monk to a weak and sick young man, Ruan Mengqiu only needs one system.
Ruan Mengqiu, who never believed in fate, looked at the broad road in front of him, turned around and joined the sect next door, beating his chest and feet in anger.
It's just that something is wrong with this sect from top to bottom.
The gentle senior brother is a talisman master who uses force to break magic.
The considerate Second Senior Sister is the most successful person in the entire sect in body training.
The wanton and romantic little senior brother can knock the other person's head off without even thinking about it.
As for the Master who I met several times a year, he was always drunk.
Adhering to the principle of attacking if you can't beat him, Ruan Mengqiu, who coughed every three steps and gasped every five steps, picked up the sword again and became an indomitable swordsman.
System: Host, why don't we go back and do the mission? I'm afraid of you.
Ruan Mengqiu: Thank you for the invitation. I declined.
The longer he stayed in the Qianyuan Realm, the more strange Ruan Mengqiu felt. None of the geniuses on the mission could compare to his fellow disciples, but why was it them?
Thinking of everyone's original ending, Ruan Mengqiu gave up and came here. Saving just one, two, three or four people was not a big deal.
It's just that this person who has been eyeing her since she entered the sect, why should he vow to say, "Long time no see?"
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It's a group portrait, a bit slow to warm up.
Intention: Destiny is decided in one's own hands
