Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

Then Rui Jianqiao asked with a raised eyebrow. Upon hearing that Li Zhixia was under siege, there was no trace of gentleness in her eyes, and her eyebrows seemed sharp as swords.


"The master was heavily injured under the onslaught of Master Sanmu and Mr. Su Jie and has been saved by Junior Brother Shu Guan. We have no idea where he has gone."


"Could they have returned to the temple?"


At this moment, he was fully armed. He had a Gatling machine gun on his back, a belt full of bullets across his chest, two pistols with dramatically wide barrels on one side of his waist and a number of grenades on the other.


Qiu Yang, bristling with weapons and with a robust and imposing physique, may have been wearing a Daoist robe, but he looked nothing like a Daoist or a university professor, his previous identity. Instead, he looked more like a warrior heading for the battlefield.


Chapter 207: Disciples of Shanyi Temple_3