All Martial Arts Become Saints

Chen Yang yawned and accidentally gained a level. The fellow student next to him who was practicing hard and vomiting three liters of blood did not move an inch. He turned and glared at him: "Trash, why are you laughing?" Chen Yang wiped away the grease stains from the roast chicken he had just eaten, and blinked innocently: "Brother, I really didn't laugh." Later, in the sect competition, he was lucky enough to make it into the finals at the first level of martial arts. The proud man on the opposite side sneered and drew his sword, and the audience cheered wildly. Chen Yang turned over with sleepy eyes... And quietly gained another weight. On the high platform, the Supreme Elder, who had been in seclusion for hundreds of years, suddenly opened his eyes, and the teacup in his hand cracked and shattered: "That boy with the first level of martial arts... Why can't even I see through the true state?!" Chen Yang scratched his head in confusion: "I just drank two more drinks last night."