Big Brother Is a Late Bloomer

Reborn in the world of cultivating immortals, Yang Ming looked at his deeply wrinkled face in the mirror, and a line of gold-plated barrage floated before his eyes: [The most experienced monk in the sect, the coffin board can no longer hold it? What's even more deadly is—— [When you are ugly tonight, you will die if you practice "Tian Yuan Jue"! [The junior sister is embroidering a purse for the new junior brother. [There are good things in the dry well in the back mountain. When the entire world of cultivators revealed the date of his death in barrages, the thirty-year-old senior brother smiled: "Thank you for the invitation. I'm in the sect and just picked up the artifact." ——While you are cleaning the waste, I am changing the meridians of the exercises; ——While you were mocking the dogs, I was digging for the marrow-cleansing fairy grass; ——When you finally write "Welcome to the Taoist Master", I have already split the sea of burial immortals with one sword: "I'll change this fate of a late bloomer myself!"