The Sword Comes Out of Chongyang Palace

Fu Tingyun traveled to the world of vulture shooting and became a blacksmith apprentice. Before the old blacksmith died, he put an iron ring on his thumb and said three words. He didn't have time to hear clearly. Jin Bing killed many people, but he survived by chance. Wearing the iron ring that was a full circle larger, he was taken into the world by a disciple of the Beggar Clan. The restaurant ran the hall, Queshan closed the city, and Zhongnanshan became a disciple. Why is it so difficult for a small person to break into this world? The "literary and martial skills" given to him by the iron ring became his only resource for surviving in the world: "Junior brother, how come you have learned the swordsmanship that I have practiced for several years just after you have been here for a few days?" "Junior brother, haven't you just learned the Tiangang Beidou Formation? Why are you in charge of the formation?" "Junior brother, how come your internal strength is so deep? Didn't the innate skills not be passed down?" "Golden Dog, don't be too arrogant. My junior brother will be here soon. He will kill people when he wakes up!" "I lied to you, my junior brother doesn't sleep at all!" "Junior brother, please stop killing! You led us all into the Kingdom of Jin in Chongyang Palace!" Dragon Knight Yin Zhiping's worldview has collapsed. Isn't the Quanzhen Sect the leader of the righteous path? How can he emerge as the founder of the demonic path... Fu Tingyun sighed, let go of the matter of resisting gold and withdrawing from Mongolia for now, how to survive is what matters. He didn't want to see anyone like the old blacksmith, who died with only an unfinished hatchet in his hand.