The Outcast: I Can Rotate Magnetic Fields!

The most taboo thing about writing about fandom is being naughty and clever and using supporting characters as NPC fools. The beginning of the plot is not Sanyi Dragon Tiger. The protagonist is a child and the seventy-year-old man Wang Yaozu who has never been able to learn his methods? Author, are you taking the readers for fools? You also said that the protagonist is an only son and his father does not allow him to become a disciple, so he can only go to Quan Xing to learn some skills. As mentioned before, the plot of the original work is so smooth, why didn't you say that there will be a war later, and the family business may not be passed down.

I'll change the map later. The combat power of one person is too low, and it can be pushed horizontally by electric current. Tens of thousands of Oga can receive a nuclear bomb on the face without being injured. This nuclear bomb is tens of thousands of times more powerful than a little boy.

Can there be electric current in Chapter 50, no, Chapter 100?

"And cats are very smart primates," right? It's dead

Being clever and taking it for granted, the character collapses and the setting is untenable. Because he is an only child, he is not allowed to learn skills. Because he is not allowed to go to a famous and upright family, he learns skills from Quan Xing. Because he is talented, he meets Zuo Ruotong, the head of the Trinity Sect, and casually teaches the protagonist the third level of reverse life. He meets a martial arts master on the road. The writing about seeking Taoism and practicing Shui Mo Kung Fu is scrawled, casual and taken for granted. It would be more reasonable to write that the protagonist is a bully who kills people and takes martial arts. Just hang out with the protagonist who is a vulgar and skilled in martial arts. With the blessing of good luck, the secrets and adventures of martial arts will be directly in the hands of the protagonist. Baijiayi is meaningless. Even if you are good at Baijiayi, it must be based on dual cultivation of life and life. It is better to master one skill than to practice a hundred skills. One person gives me a feeling, no matter how awesome your mechanism is, as long as I have a high level of life cultivation, I can still defeat all methods with one force. Even if the mechanism is strong without numerical support, it is useless After comprehensive consideration, it is identified as toilet paper

This book is very poor, not writing things that should be written, and the number of words that should not be written is crazy. The protagonist has been learning tricks, but it is useless. When fighting, he uses all his tricks, and the result is a little stronger than others. You said that if you just learned the technique just to look cool and show off, that would be a bit interesting, but in fact, you learned it just to fuse it into Inversion Bafang. After fusion, you don't need to fight. You have to use other means to consume a wave first. When you get the red light, you can use Inversion Bafang to amplify the move. Chunchun takes off his pants and farts. The theme of "Invincible Joy" has been written by the author into a stinky and long hydrology.

Ni Tian, ​​​​and Zuo Ruotong told Zuo Ruotong about Ni Tian. At the same time, there is still a sense of Qi on the body. Isn't it obvious that Laozuo is so strong that you have other teachers? I don't see any of the sincerity required by Nisheng. It's full of petty calculations. He behaves like a dog and respects teachers on the surface, but is dirty and discordful in his heart.

It grinds and grinds, beeps and beeps, and I didn't see the key points. I know that the protagonist is rich, and he has to learn to reverse the situation. He is thrown into the water and poured, and the ink is returned after pouring. Chapter 4 starts with the breathing method. I don't know what you are breathing, but I am running out of oxygen.

Why do you want to learn so much? Does it have anything to do with the title?

Another fanfic about masturbating and enjoying yourself