Yan ZK

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife.
The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them.
Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties.
The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine.
Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles.
The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era.
The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.
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Why do I have so many masters?

It was established by the founding emperor of Great Qin, which contains the weapons of seventy-two founding ministers, and will suppress martial artists' martial arts skills according to their cultivation to probe and test when they enter.


A hundred yards tall, a tower of a hundred layers.


Raise a hand and you can touch the clouds.


And the sound of the cauldron only appears when one steps onto the first three layers.


The phantoms of seventy-two Great Qin Iron Cavalrymen.


That sound just now was the second ringing of the cauldron.


The chaos was quelled at an unimaginable speed.


At this moment, nearly every person in Fufeng held their breath, their gaze lifting to the hundred-yard tall tower, with flames of passion flickering in their eyes.


The towering layers ascend straight up, with eaves curving outward, as if beasts crouch atop them.


Chapter 83: The Moment to Form Bonds! (10,000-Word Mega Chapter)_6