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 "Am I sweating? The chili just now was too hot, with full stamina, and I'm still sweating. There are eight or nine such masters in Mo's family. They are not invincible in Wanquan County. How can I hear Brother Rulang say that?" Where is our Tieta Village number one in combat power?"
 "Before our Tieta Village was established, their Mo family was already a famous family in Wanquan County, at least seven or eight hundred years old. It is not surprising that eight or nine geniuses who have practiced magic arts have come out in such a long time. After all, the number of people is counted. , their Mo family has several times the population of our iron tower village."
 "As a co-author, you count as a person, and you don't even let go of other people's ancestral tablets!"
 Ye Congwen knew that the old patriarch was a little unreliable sometimes, but he never thought that he would be so unreliable. Did he want to scare people to death in broad daylight?
 "They are all people who rely on the virtues of their ancestors to enjoy their blessings. What's wrong with their ancestors? Don't they deserve a name? The Mo family is also inferior to each other. In ten years, their fertile land will be taken back by the demon hunters."
 Ye Wudi moved his mouth disdainfully, with a look of complacency on his face, and said proudly:
 "As long as no one from the three major families of Mo Linyu shows up who has practiced magic arts alive, in the entire Wanquan County, in terms of force value rankings, our Tieta Village will always be the first!"
 "The patriarch's grandfather is very reasonable. Looking at the entire Wanquan County, except our Tieta Village, where can we find such a group of two or three meters tall strong men and strong sisters?"
 Ye Congwen vaguely expected this in his heart, and suddenly remembered the Nanman and Beidi mentioned by the old patriarch, and asked whimsically:
 "Our Huaye tribes are tall, powerful, and powerful. Could it be a branch of the Nanman Kingdom? Maybe they are the descendants of the royal family who got separated when the four kingdoms fought against the gods together in the battlefield of beasts? Can we no longer find anyone of our height and shape?"
 Ye Wudi also frowned in puzzlement, vaguely feeling that there was such a possibility, but when he heard that the descendants of the royal family were involved, he suddenly felt that Ye Congwen was thinking in a whimsical way.
 "Thanks to what you said, the descendants of the royal family are as shabby as we are, living on hunting?"
 He waved his hand impatiently, and said seriously:
 "Okay, okay, don't talk about these non-existent things, if you can produce a demon hunting guard, you will burn incense and worship Buddha, and you still expect an emperor to fall from the sky?
 Rulang said that you are alone on the boat all day, a bit lonely, empty and cold? "
 "What's the meaning?"
 Ye Congwen couldn't help muttering: You're probably confusing Ruyan with Rulang!
 "Ru Lang said that you waited for them to return from hunting in a boat all day long, and it was boring for too long, so you often let wooden bean sprouts accompany you?"
 Ye Wudi curled his lips, his literary talent has not improved at all, isn't being bored and lonely just lonely, empty and cold?
 This kid is growing up day by day, so I have to find something for him to pass the time, lest he do something hot-headed. After all, Wood Bean Sprout has a weak physique and is definitely not a good match.
 "Oh, there is such a thing."
 Ye Congwen nodded, so it would be logical for Dalbean Sprout to accompany him to relieve boredom.
 "Are you still practicing the Pofengquan I taught you? Show me the whole set."
 Ye Congwen saw that the old patriarch wanted to question whether he had the intention of practicing kung fu, so he got up quickly, closed his eyes and meditated, as if his limbs had memorized, he performed a set of 108 movements in a row, dazzling his eyes.
 While Ye Wudi nodded, he was surprised, shook his head and sighed:
 This kid is talented, he can learn quickly and accurately, but unfortunately his physique is too weak to reflect the peerless power of this Fist Technique at all.
 The Ye family's Pofeng Fist is as fast as a gust of wind and rain, as fierce as the scorching sun, and one punch is like a tiger coming out of the mountain. It is so powerful that it is so fast that it has the sound of breaking the wind. It was already burning red. It can be seen that the speed is fast and the power is great.
 But in Ye Congwen's Fist Technique, only the movements are smooth and smooth, and the posture is pleasing to the eye. According to the standards of the reckless man in Tieta Village, he only practiced a show, and there is no threat at all.
 Just like a cat jumping at people, there is a high probability that it will only scare people. If it is replaced by a tiger attacking, normal people will be scared to death.
 Such is the gap in size and strength that hard training alone cannot make up. But there is no better way now. The essence of Pofengquan in the clan is all based on a strong physique that is different from ordinary people. If the physique is not up to the standard, learning it is tantamount to imitating a cat and drawing a tiger, and it is difficult to achieve success.
 Ye Wudi knows this well, but Ye Congwen is alone, hunting and cutting trees is useless for many things, it is better to let him learn something to pass the time, it is worse than sitting in the corner stupidly. Although it can't be compared with the strong men of Huaye and Huaye, it is certainly not a problem to deal with three or five street gangsters.
 "The movements are quite standard, you learned quickly and practiced with care, but the strength is still a bit lacking.
 But you don't have to worry, you are only fifteen years old this year, even if you only grow ten centimeters a year, you will still be two meters two and three meters by the time you are twenty, which is not much different from the average height, as long as you keep up with nutrition, with your wit , definitely not worse than you Rulang brother! "
 The old patriarch comforted Ye Congwen and asked kindly:
 "How many catties of meat can you eat in a recent meal?"
 "More than one catty, less than two catties."
 Ye Congwen replied a little helplessly. The Huaye and Leaf tribes judge a person's physical strength by food intake, which is of great reference value. It's a pity that I have a weak physique, neither tall nor strong, even if I eat six meals a day, I still don't see any improvement in my physique, after all, I followed my mother.
 "You still have to work harder. A meal of five catties of meat is the minimum standard for a clansman. You need to increase the intensity of your exercise. Try to perform this Pofeng Fist ten times a day. It will be of great benefit to improving your physique."
 "Grandpa is right, I will practice harder."
 After a set of boxing skills, except for being exhausted, there is no improvement.
 "Come into the house when it's cool. Practice should be done step by step, and you can't rush it, or you will fall into trouble. Today's kung fu has been practiced here, and I will teach you a secret technique later, which will be very useful in the future."
 Ye Congwen thought it was some secret Cultivation Technique, washed his face in a hurry, and ran into the house.
 Walking to the hall, seeing the old patriarch slowly holding an antique sandalwood box, the outside of the wooden box is carved with patterns, which is very simple, and Ye Congwen was terrified when he saw it. Looking at the cautious posture of the old patriarch, is there some rare manual hidden in the wooden box, or some peerless Cultivation Technique that cannot be easily published?
 Ye Wudi gently placed the wooden box on the table, and patted the dust off his hands. Carefully opened the box, took off the oilcloth outside, and a yellow to black thread-bound book was in sight. Ye Wudi looked at the two huge black characters on the front page, pondered for a long time, and then asked proudly:
 "Xiao Congwen, do you know what grandpa is best at in this life?"
 Ye Congwen stared at the tall figure in front of him. Although his hair was gray and his back was bowed, he spoke like a bell and moved like a gust of wind. He was definitely no worse than Ye Rulang when he was young.
 "Our Flower and Leaf Clans live by hunting. Naturally, we are the best at setting traps and digging traps. Grandpa is the leader of the clan, and he is the best among them. If it comes to hunting technology, the whole village must be invincible."
 "Hahahaha, you are right, but no matter how strong a person is, he has to obey his old age.
 Is the tiger powerful or strong? When it gets old and its teeth fall off and its claws fall off, it will have to accept its fate. There has been a saying since ancient times: a life of seventy is rare since ancient times.
 Grandpa, I am already in my sixties, and I have already passed the age of being ruthless and brave. Hunting is the world of the wolves, of course, you can still do technology guidance work occasionally..."
 "Then what kind of manual is this book?"
 Seeing that the old patriarch started boasting again, Ye Congwen probably couldn't stop for a long time, so he quickly changed the subject and asked curiously.
 "It can be said to be the Manual of Feng Shui. Birth, old age, sickness and death, marrying a woman, asking omens and fortunes, and searching for caves and treasures are all inseparable from this Manual."
 Seeing the inscrutable look on the old patriarch's face, Ye Congwen felt even more curious, stepping on his feet to see what was written on the cover. It's a pity that the old patriarch is nearly one meter taller than Ye Congwen, and he is destined to be useless no matter how he looks at it, so he has to wait quietly for the old patriarch to read it out, although it will take a long, long time.
 "The Burial Sutra, written by Guo Pu." Ye Wudi recited solemnly, his respectful posture, as if he was reciting a treasured Bible, his devout look, and sincere tone made Ye Congwen fascinated. It established the position of this divine book in my heart.
 "The burial is to hide, and to take advantage of the qi. Hu Yin &amp; yang's qi, it turns into wind, rises into clouds, falls into rain, and walks in the ground, which is called anger..."
 Ye Congwen saw that the old patriarch was shaking his head and reading with relish, so he listened patiently for a long time. When Ye Congwen couldn't help but yawn, the old patriarch asked:
 "After listening to the entire book, what experience do you have?"
 "This book is profound and profound, how can it be understood at one time? My grandson is too stupid, I'm afraid he is not qualified to learn this kind of Cultivation Technique."
 Ye Congwen understood a little bit, and it was all about Feng Shui's survey method of finding acupoints, which was completely different from the peerless Cultivation Technique he had expected.
 Ye Wudi rolled his eyes, feeling that he wasted half a day of saliva. But then I thought that when I got the book, I was full of question marks. Some things have to be done step by step, especially children, and they need to be seduced with emotion and reason.
 "You and me, the old man, are the only ones in the village who can know a few words. If you can't learn them, who else can I count on?
 If in the future I stretch my legs and ride the crane back west, who can I expect to handle the weddings, weddings, weddings and funerals in Tieta Village?
 Child, I know that your ambition is not here, but people have to leave a way out for themselves. If they can't eat the hunter's rice in the future, isn't this also a way out? "
 The words made Ye Congwen silent, surprised in his heart and said:
 The accountant has to study Feng Shui. Is there such a thing as squeezing labor? There seems to be a picture in front of my eyes: a handsome and handsome young man with clear features, chanting spells and dancing witch dance...
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 Qi training, foundation building, Jindan, Yuanying, Huashen...
 Generally speaking, cultivating immortality begins with Qi training——
 Don’t be afraid of your jokes, get to the bottom of it, find the source, but my road of cultivating immortality began with a "Funeral Sutra"...
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 Steel thorns grow on the ground, the roar of gears resounds across the sky, black smoke obscures the sky, hot steam flows rapidly in the pipes, the super analysis machine and the password card make a subtle whisper, and the blazing white light composes here Following the annual rings of the times, the red fluid is here to restrain the throat of fate, the justice of bolts and rivets, the authority of caliber and range, the steel is roaring, and the sword neighs.
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 Traveling through the Blue Star, starting the National Games to survive, the chosen one will struggle to survive in a mysterious place.
 Each player is bound to the national fortune, and any resources obtained will be increased to the country.
 And Fang Chen found that the body of the Blue Star people seemed to have undergone serious degeneration.
 The world record for push-ups is 37.
 The 100m record is 13.5 seconds.
 Most people can't run 500 meters in one breath.
 And Fang Chen, whose muscles, bones, organs, and nerves are far superior to ordinary people, found himself superhuman.
 "What's the situation? How can he see the legendary plasma substance-flame with the naked eye?!"
 "Why? Why can he walk under ultraviolet light?!"
 "Why didn't the bacteria in the wild kill Fang Chen?"
 "Why can he walk in the cold without the blood coagulating?"
 "How can his eyes fire lasers? Is this a human?"
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 This is the story of being a cop in a small town in the United States of America. 
 A journey through an American residence.
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 Luo Chen traveled to a different world where magic flourished.&nbsp;–
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 In this world, the strong can easily open up mountains and crack the earth, and even grasp the stars, and there are also terrifying gods aloof and in charge of everything in the world.
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 As a traveler, Luo Chen got his golden finger, a unique skill [Wise Man].
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 Possesses abilities similar to Moe King [King of Wisdom] but far superior to it.
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 Just when Luo Chen began to work hard to become a god, he suddenly learned that the player was coming?&nbsp;And he also joined Wanjie Chat**?
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 Happy spoiler: “Here comes the newcomer! @All members are rough to welcome the newcomer! There are also newcomer photos!”
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 Playboy: “Welcome to the newcomer, the newcomer is bursting with photos! Let me know if Kangkang is a girl!”
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 Golden Retriever defeated dog: “Upstairs blame Shu Shu is thick, don’t scare the newcomer, by the way @really not a girl newcomer exploded photos!”
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 Really not a girl: “…”
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 Xiang Qing traveled to the Eastern Wasteland Holy Land, became the Holy Son of Dayan, and was bound to the investment return system. 
 As long as you invest, you can get critical hit return rewards. 
 When he was looking for investment targets, he joined the Zhutian Exchange Group, where everyone was talented and well-spoken. 
 [Ding dong! Invest in Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi and return the "Cao Zi Sword Jue". 】 
 [Ding dong! Invest in the ancestors of Shicun to worship the willow god and return the innate spiritual roots of the peach tree. 】 
 [Ding dong! Invest in Huangtian Emperor and return the Supreme Bone. 】 
 [Ding dong! Invest in Thunderbolt General and get a wife back. 】 
 Ying Zheng: "Shangxian, please give me an elixir to extend my life!" 
 Yotsuya Miko: "Ever since I obtained the spiritual weapon of the Immortal, those evil spirits have been burned to ashes within a hundred meters of me." 
 Angel Yan: "The Dayan Holy Sword taught by the group leader is thousands of times more powerful than Angel Judgment. I love you~" 
 Nangong Pushe said: "Can the leader of the group still accept disciples?" 
 Lu Xueqi: "(Observe silently.jpg)."
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 Zhou Xu, who had just graduated from college, suddenly received a call from his father.
 “My son, since you have grown up, there are some things that a father should tell you.”
 Zhou Xu: “Dad, how do you speak in a succinct manner? Half white or not, what TV series are you watching?”
 “My son, it’s a showdown for my father. For my father, you are a giant of the devil. You are the son of the devil.”
 Zhou Xu: “…Dad, I’m hanging up, I’m busy.”
 “Wait, there’s one last thing. Aren’t you too young? Your mother arranged a blind date for you. See you.”
 Zhou Xu: “Who is it?”
 “Like you, the devil goddess at the opposite door.”
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 The arrival of origin ability era. Many berserk beasts spawned. Humans with superpowers blooming like mushrooms. Su Hao is just an ordinary 3rd year high school student who had mastered a lowly grade origin ability named 
 “Model analysis”.
 However, when he was creating a character model in his mind by analyzing the opposing side’s ability, a crazy idea echoed in his mind. What would happen if he creates a model of the entire world? This would imply that he… would be like a God, controlling the world!
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 Natural disaster-like ancient dragons appeared frequently, the delicious Barbarus was brutally killed, and the velociraptors became laboratory rats. Where did the flying dragons streaking across the sky like comets come from? How should the Alpine Hotel deal with these wonderful monsters? 
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 In 1800, a dilapidated castle was built into a brand new hotel on a high mountain in the New World. What a wonderful story would happen?
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 After waking up, Su Chen found himself in a game where gods survived and became a god.
 One person, one god's domain world, in the mysterious and unpredictable chaotic fog, floating forward aimlessly, exploring the unknown world.
 No one knows whether it is elemental deposits or terrifying monsters that appear in the unknown world.
 Su Chen was forced to participate in this world to obtain the most powerful insight system, which can grasp the detailed data of the unknown world.
 【World Information】
 [Area]: 120 hectares
 [Environment]: swamp/*land (90%/10%)
 [Warcraft]: Evil-eyed king (lv3), double-eyed monster (lv2), evil-eyed monster (lv1)
 [Source]: Source of Fertility (lv2)
 [Ore Vein]: Black Mud Evil Soil (lv2)
 [Evaluation]: This is an evil world controlled by evil-eyed monsters. It has a fountain of fertility, which breeds countless lives and accelerates the growth of the number of races..
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 There is nothing to introduce in Qiankun, a different prehistoric novel
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 Talented in Magecraft but useless in physical combat?
 Can summon 10,000 Servants but can he defend the rear by himself?
 I will say just one line in reply:
 “That will not be a problem!”
 This is the tale of a young man who obtained an enshrined miracle.
 “As long as I have my familiars, I am undefeatable!”
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 One of the few self-cultivator who exist in this modern world; due to an unfortunate event, completely destroyed his body in an explosion. Using all his effort to save his primordial spirit, he ended up in an strange magical world and had to start all over again. From a fallen aristocrat to the Warlord of Chaos, this can no longer be summarise as legendary; this is the life of the God of War.
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