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The era of national martial arts has come to an end, and Qi Lian, who is responsible for the inheritance of Qi Jiatong's back fist, can only live a mediocre life as a folklore consultant. Wrapped in the strange heavy fog, when I opened my eyes again, I was already in the land of Shenzhou, among the white mountains and black waters of copper camels and thorns. People with lofty ideals, wolf thieves and bandits, minions and lackeys, spies from various countries, all forces are fighting openly and secretly here. Meeting the incense owner of the Immortal Family, acting as the Nine Yin Candle Dragon. The whip of God is cut off in front of the Diaoyu City; my life is used to forge the fate of the country in the snowy plains outside the border; during the prohibition period, the typewriters in the hands of the crazy gangsters on the east coast of Citigroup clatter; the burning nuclear power plant and the roar of cannons and bells are heard from the residence of the magic dragon Chernobog. A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind. Qi Lian marched forward side by side, stepping through majestic worlds one after another, taking control of his own destiny amid the marks left by the gods on the world. (Original copy)