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武道通神，我的功力每天涨一年
Qiye's Pillow Bread
Lin Chen traveled through the troubled times of Yu, awakened the fate of [Martial Arts Become a Saint], and gained one year of skill every day. I don't know how much stronger I am today than I was yesterday, and I don't know how much stronger I am tomorrow than I am today. ... The long sleeves of the Black Lotus Saint were fluttering. Lin Chen stepped aside and tapped her wrist lightly with her fingertips. The saint girl felt her true energy surge like a river, her meridians were stagnant, her long sleeves turned into crumbs, and her eyes were full of horror-three months ago, this kid was chased by the demon soldiers and fled. Half a year later, at the Qinglong King's celebration banquet, Lin Chen was invited to the main table as a commoner, just because he killed the leader of the demon sect who was besieging the city with one sword. The Qinglong King raised his glass to solicit invitations, and he only said "good luck". The purple-robed Imperial Master wanted to spar. Lin Chen flicked the rim of the cup with his fingertips, and a blast of zhenqi shattered the beam behind him. He said calmly: "Junior dare not." His tone was calm, as if he had just flicked off a speck of dust. The Imperial Master's face turned pale, and the wine glass slipped from his hand. He could feel that it would be easy for that zhenqi to kill him. Many years later, at the top of the imperial city. Emperor Taizu, who had founded a century-old business, had his dragon energy solidified, overwhelming the imperial city, and asked: "Who are you?" Lin Chen, dressed in white as the snow, said with a calm aura: "A passer-by." Before Taizu could finish his words, Lin Chen had already punched out. There was no earth-shattering noise, only an invisible wave of air spreading. The dragon energy on Taizu's body melted like ice and snow, and was annihilated inch by inch under this punch, eventually turning into dust. Lin Chen looked at the empty dragon chair and sneered: "You can't even block a punch from me with 30,000 years of skill? What kind of dragon chair are you sitting on?"
Lin Chen traveled through the troubled times of Yu, awakened the fate of [Martial Arts Become a Saint], and gained one year of skill every day. I don't know how much stronger I am today than I was yesterday, and I don't know how much stronger I am tomorrow than I am today. ... The long sleeves of the Black Lotus Saint were fluttering. Lin Chen stepped aside and tapped her wrist lightly with her fingertips. The saint girl felt her true energy surge like a river, her meridians were stagnant, her long sleeves turned into crumbs, and her eyes were full of horror-three months ago, this kid was chased by the demon soldiers and fled. Half a year later, at the Qinglong King's celebration banquet, Lin Chen was invited to the main table as a commoner, just because he killed the leader of the demon sect who was besieging the city with one sword. The Qinglong King raised his glass to solicit invitations, and he only said "good luck". The purple-robed Imperial Master wanted to spar. Lin Chen flicked the rim of the cup with his fingertips, and a blast of zhenqi shattered the beam behind him. He said calmly: "Junior dare not." His tone was calm, as if he had just flicked off a speck of dust. The Imperial Master's face turned pale, and the wine glass slipped from his hand. He could feel that it would be easy for that zhenqi to kill him. Many years later, at the top of the imperial city. Emperor Taizu, who had founded a century-old business, had his dragon energy solidified, overwhelming the imperial city, and asked: "Who are you?" Lin Chen, dressed in white as the snow, said with a calm aura: "A passer-by." Before Taizu could finish his words, Lin Chen had already punched out. There was no earth-shattering noise, only an invisible wave of air spreading. The dragon energy on Taizu's body melted like ice and snow, and was annihilated inch by inch under this punch, eventually turning into dust. Lin Chen looked at the empty dragon chair and sneered: "You can't even block a punch from me with 30,000 years of skill? What kind of dragon chair are you sitting on?"