The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation? - Chapter 1222 - 524: If Only Fang 13 Were a Bun

The Cloud Continent, respected for martial arts, the great world descends and the geniuses gather.

This era is a stage for the wicked.

Han Yu, who is a demon from the sky that swallows the body, rose after three years of silence, and since then he embarked on the path to hegemony by trampling and killing all kinds of evil spirits.

In front of Han Yu, nobody dared to call him against the sky, because the world can be swallowed, much less against the sky.

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Reborn in the early 1980s, what Lin Xia wished to do was to be “idle” to the extreme, and so wealthy that it dripped off of her...Having another chance at life, all she wanted was for her brother to live a long life of a hundred years, her younger brother to attend university, and to set up a small business for her sister;Yet, why were two highly eligible men taking turns to express their feelings for her?

Shen Tang woke up on the way to distribution, and found that the world was very unscientific.

The divine stone descended from the sky, and a hundred kingdoms competed for each other.

Wen condenses the heart, and the export comes true.

Gathering martial arts and courage, splitting mountains and breaking seas.

What she thought was a pretty boy, saying “Hold the gun and jump the horse”, the next second the armor is attached to the body, the spear is in hand, and one person forms an army, and thousands of troops can kill seven in and seven out!

The tuberculosis ghost in her eyes, she said “the stars are scattered all over the world”, the sky is like a round cover, the land is like a chess game, and the formation of troops is easy to come by!

This TM can’t be considered unscientific!

It is clear that the coffin of science has been nailed to death by theology!

And she—

“My lord, there is a severe drought in Beijun, why don’t you cry?”

Shen Tang: “…”

“My lord, Nanzhou flood, why don’t you smile more?”

Shen Tang: “…”

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Looking at the ten bowls of rice that she killed, the pockets that were cleaner than her face, and a group of villagers who were starving for food, harboring malicious intentions and causing trouble all day long, Shen Tang, the village chief who was suspected of being the reincarnation of the rice bucket and a true soul painter, had to give up his beloved He was forced to embark on the road of applying for a job as a prince.

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