Who Says Superman Can't Fly with a Sword?

The examiner took out the test terminal and gestured twice to Lin Shen in front of him. "Lin Shen, there was no spiritual root in the test ten years ago, but now the test shows... Flesh spiritual root?" Lin Shen nodded and showed off his football-sized biceps to the examiner. "Examiner, my spiritual root mainly increases the physical aspect, so it is called flesh spiritual root." The examiner swallowed, "But this isn't called spiritual root, is it? Do you know magic?" Lin Shen's eyes turned red, and he fired a laser at the sand next to him, melting a glass pit. "Look, isn't this a spell?" The examiner reluctantly clicked confirmation on the terminal. "Welcome to the Tianji Cultivation Group. You can see our headquarters ten miles ahead." Lin Shen cupped his hands in thanks, threw the spirit sword at his waist with one hand, ran for two steps and stood firmly on it. The strong wind pressure blew the examiner's robes flying in all directions. Watching Lin Shen fly at such an explosive speed, he felt extremely tired. "More and more monsters have been recruited recently..."