Seeking the Flying Sword Path - Chapter 11: Indenture Contract?

God Level player Lin Yi was transported into a game.

There are many familiar sects ——– Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, QuanZhen, Mount Hua, Mount Song, Mount Heng, Mount Heng, Mount Tai, Peach Blossom Island, Sun Moon Polytheism, QingCheng….

There are many Legendary Martial Art ——– Nine Yang manual, Nine Yin manual, The Passage of Time, Six Meridian Divine Sword, Riding the waves with small steps, Taiji, Subduing Dragon 18 Palms, Yi Jin Jing, Tendon-Altering Sutra, BeiMing Manual, Eight wild Six fit i alone honour, DuGu Nine Sword, SunFlower Manual….

At a time when the court is weak, Martial World in disorder

In order to protect own cherished thing —

Lin Yi entered the stage

This is gradual growth of juvenile in disorderly Martial world, in the end become generations of giants, Martial arts don’t die, rise from the ashes!

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Bai Chuan has a particularly powerful ability, he can take apart everything in the world as a model and choose the best ability structure to give to himself.

If he was born in a mythical world, given him a period of time, he would be able to overthrow the heavens and the world, become an immortal and become an ancestor.

If he was born in a world with extraordinary monsters and beasts, given him a period of time, he could also become the strongest beast, called invincible and immortal.

It’s a pity…he was born in an ordinary world of low martial arts.

“The water in this world is too shallow to raise real dragons…” He looked at the sky and muttered to himself.

Since real dragons cannot be raised in shallow water, wouldn’t it be better to make the pond deeper?

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Du Fei was reborn, and in this difficult era of extreme shortage of supplies, he started his wonderful life of opening and hanging…

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The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.