No Weapon

In the Xuanhuang Continent, humans and beasts coexist. The spiritual energy turned from thin to full, and the monk class gradually rose. When the former overlords give up their fangs, how can the weak be willing to become slaves? How can the soldiers on the battlefield be invincible in the face of the overwhelming orcs? And Chen Xuan was being held at knifepoint by the bandits. "System, start!" "Sorry, we are here to check the household registration." Tiandao closed the book and pushed up his glasses, "You are not a local, so you have no permission to use it." "Boss, help!" "On the way, let's hold on for an hour." Nie Shuting yawned and slowly climbed the mountain road. "I... I have ancient bloodline!" "It's useless, you'll still die if you cut it with one knife." The monster with a bull's head and a human body carried a sledgehammer and smashed the tiger's head. "Family, can I still live?" Chen Xuan cried, and the knife-wielding gangster behind him smiled ferociously: "Did you make three wishes at once? You are too greedy."