In the prosperous oriental city, there is a small martial arts hall that attracts the world’s strongest players.
The charge there is high, even if it is just a one-minute chat with the owner, it costs 8888 yuan.
There are no regular business operations there, and the museum is open for at most a few hours a day, and it is closed at intervals of three to five.
The service there is very bad, and the trainees do not get advice from the master all the year round, and they don’t even send out a practice uniform.
However, it is such a wonderful little martial arts museum, but every day there are countless strong people who want to join, even if they just go in for cleaning.
One day, the president of the Global Warrior Association, who has lived in the mountains for many years, visited this museum.
“Baba is going to make a birthday cake for me today. It’s very busy. Come and wait in line tomorrow.” A delicate and lovely little girl said gruffly.
Lu Yu, who was not favored by the family, became the beacon guard of the beacon tower. When Hongyan was arrested, he awakened the sign-in system.
Sign in at the Hundred People Battlefield and get the allegiance of the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun!
Sign in at the Thousand People Battlefield and get Luo Cheng’s allegiance! Sign in on the battlefield of ten thousand people and get the allegiance of the Xuanjia army! …..
A miracle doctor is exiled to an alternate savage world and forced to change his scummy ways!
Having thoroughly offended God, Yan Mo’s soul was transmigrated to another world. He quickly understood the cruelty of this world he’s in. The reason he was hit unconscious by someone and brought back to his home, was to be that primitive man’s food reserves in winter. The tribe he is in is a super spartan primitive tribe, the people here only respect two things: Combat power! Fighting ability! The former is the fighting power in battles, the latter is…
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Examine illness? Chinese medicine? Drink those bitter sandy things? The hell is that? Are you trying to murder our tribe’s warrior? Die!
Plant wheat? Raise pigs and chickens? We are warriors, not s*aves! Die!
Teaching the women to make clothes and cook? Make them soap and perfume? F*ck, he’s actually seducing our women! Die!
You’re a messenger of god? Here to lead us to a better life? Very well. We’ll give you one day, conquer all of our enemies, make them into sl*ves and bring them back. If you can’t, you’re dead!
Yan Mo: “……”