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斗罗:冰魂剑,一剑开天门
Wu Nengjun
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我的修仙百艺全肝满级
Wu Nengjun
After traveling through time and becoming a herb gatherer at the bottom of the immortal world, Lu Jing's path to immortality can be seen at a glance. With poor qualifications and lack of resources, his lifespan was only more than forty years. Until a proficiency panel quietly appeared: [Herb identification (unfamiliar): 45\u002F100] [Qi-Entraining Technique (Introduction): 23\u002F100] The progress bar appeared, giving this desperate path a direction. From then on, he found a new way to inquire about immortality with various arts! Pills, talismans, arrays, weapons... Thousands of skills are all the steps to my immortality. While the world was still struggling to break through bottlenecks, Lu Jing had already reached an unprecedented level of proficiency in the "Longevity Kung Fu".
After traveling through time and becoming a herb gatherer at the bottom of the immortal world, Lu Jing's path to immortality can be seen at a glance. With poor qualifications and lack of resources, his lifespan was only more than forty years. Until a proficiency panel quietly appeared: [Herb identification (unfamiliar): 45\u002F100] [Qi-Entraining Technique (Introduction): 23\u002F100] The progress bar appeared, giving this desperate path a direction. From then on, he found a new way to inquire about immortality with various arts! Pills, talismans, arrays, weapons... Thousands of skills are all the steps to my immortality. While the world was still struggling to break through bottlenecks, Lu Jing had already reached an unprecedented level of proficiency in the "Longevity Kung Fu".

Relegated to a Lowly Position? I Turned Around and Led Millions of Troops to the City
Ancient Romance贬为贱籍?我转身带百万兵临城下
Wu Nengjun
Once the general fell, the once beautiful girl in the capital was now a prisoner in the Southern Wilderness. Chu Lan, the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Jing'an, has not loved red makeup since she was a child and loves armed weapons. She grew up in her father's Mobei Army and developed the skills of riding, shooting and survival, but because of this she was regarded as vulgar by the elite circle in the capital. The Chu Dynasty valued literature over military affairs, and the Marquis of Jing'an, who had great achievements and great achievements, was falsely accused of treason, and his family was expropriated. The whole family was exiled to a miasmatic place - the southern border "Ghost Sees Sorrow". The new No. 1 Scholar, who broke off his engagement with her in order to cling to the rich and powerful, was glad that he got away early. However, what they were waiting for was not for Chu Lan to die in a foreign land. When the escorting officers were vicious and vicious, when the fellow prisoners were preying on the weak, Chu Lan redefined the "rules" with a pair of blood-stained hands. She held a bow and arrow, fished and hunted in the mountains and forests, and led the desperate tribesmen to open up the first field for survival. She used salt and iron tools to break down the dusty barriers with the local barbarian tribes; she used absolute force and extraordinary wisdom to subdue the rebellious tribal leaders one by one. She built city-states, repaired water conservancy, opened trade routes, and turned this "ghost-seeing sorrow" that everyone avoided into a southern kingdom with prosperity and strong soldiers. A few years later, when the foreign enemies from the north broke into the country and the imperial army retreated steadily, the decadent dynasty finally remembered the daughter of the general who had been abandoned by their own hands. An imperial edict came across thousands of mountains and rivers. Standing on the southern royal city she built with her own hands, Chu Lan overlooked her people and army. Should she march northward, or sit back and watch their destruction? This time, I set the rules.
Once the general fell, the once beautiful girl in the capital was now a prisoner in the Southern Wilderness. Chu Lan, the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Jing'an, has not loved red makeup since she was a child and loves armed weapons. She grew up in her father's Mobei Army and developed the skills of riding, shooting and survival, but because of this she was regarded as vulgar by the elite circle in the capital. The Chu Dynasty valued literature over military affairs, and the Marquis of Jing'an, who had great achievements and great achievements, was falsely accused of treason, and his family was expropriated. The whole family was exiled to a miasmatic place - the southern border "Ghost Sees Sorrow". The new No. 1 Scholar, who broke off his engagement with her in order to cling to the rich and powerful, was glad that he got away early. However, what they were waiting for was not for Chu Lan to die in a foreign land. When the escorting officers were vicious and vicious, when the fellow prisoners were preying on the weak, Chu Lan redefined the "rules" with a pair of blood-stained hands. She held a bow and arrow, fished and hunted in the mountains and forests, and led the desperate tribesmen to open up the first field for survival. She used salt and iron tools to break down the dusty barriers with the local barbarian tribes; she used absolute force and extraordinary wisdom to subdue the rebellious tribal leaders one by one. She built city-states, repaired water conservancy, opened trade routes, and turned this "ghost-seeing sorrow" that everyone avoided into a southern kingdom with prosperity and strong soldiers. A few years later, when the foreign enemies from the north broke into the country and the imperial army retreated steadily, the decadent dynasty finally remembered the daughter of the general who had been abandoned by their own hands. An imperial edict came across thousands of mountains and rivers. Standing on the southern royal city she built with her own hands, Chu Lan overlooked her people and army. Should she march northward, or sit back and watch their destruction? This time, I set the rules.