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Ling Chong, the Liver Emperor of Xianxia Game for ten years, traveled through time and became the trumpet he just built - the most miserable consumable in the world of cultivation [Medicine Man]. His meridians were closed, his body was tied into a rice dumpling, and the refining formation prepared by the foundation-building monks on the other side had begun to operate crazily. On the verge of death, a familiar scent from the mountains entered his mind. One of the game trumpets: [Golden elixir body repair·Ling Fang] Can log in! "You are here to train me." ---- The Danzu is him, the Formation Sect is him, and the Sword Chi is him. Even the Demon Lord is him. Everyone is curious about how many vests he still has. Finally, when the real threat to the world of cultivation appears-- The former Supreme One opened his eyes. One man becomes an army. "That's all I dare to say." "The world of cultivation doesn't understand our trumpet party." [Trumpet party: A general term for players who like to practice trumpet crazily in the game. A trumpet party may have countless trumpets, and it is impossible to say which account he will like to play at any time.]