“What? You come back from the world of cultivating immortals, can you cultivate? Can you make pills? Can make Qi? Among the martial artists, you are the master? Among the cultivators, you are the gods? I can’t offend you?” Lin Nan raised his mouth, showing a trace of disdain, big hands One shot.

The first person in Southeastern Province, the master of Jiangnan Budo, died!

“Oh, you come from hell, the lives and deaths of other people are between your thoughts? I can’t provoke you?” Lin Nan nodded lightly, eyes full of contempt, and curled his fingers.

Lord Yan’s worship, pawn!

“The king of mercenaries and the king of killers dared to pretend to be forceful in front of me. The immortal cultivation world in front has returned, and the return of hell is dead. Are you too unpretentious?” Lin Nan’s mouth twitched slightly and stared at him.

A certain mercenary king, death!

“Sorry, there is no one in this world that I can’t afford!” Lin Nandao, suddenly his eyes turned, his eyes filled with the smell of petting.

“Good wife, come, come and eat this bowl of chicken soup made with ten thousand years of Ganoderma lucidum, the child in your stomach, but the hope of the whole family!”

Transmigrated to become a monk of the Tang Dynasty, embraced the ultimate scripture learning system, became stronger after fighting monsters, and picked up treasures at will. Sun Wukong: I will never forget Master's mighty Tianlong, which shattered Wuzhi Mountain with one palm, pinched my neck and asked, should I go to Xitian with him or let him send me there. Ryoma: I will never forget that master locked all the dragons of the East China Sea into the demon-subduing formation, and then said to me, all Buddhas are merciful, I am short of a riding pet under my crotch, and you come to help me cultivate concentration.