Left kick, right kick, turn around and kick the knee bone to meet.
Wild horses split their manes to attack the armpits, and the jade girl shuttled through the four corners.
The left and right use is the same.
Single whip down style along the front, the golden rooster alone has the upper hand.
A set of Taiji Fist fell like flowing water. Qing Lan waved her gray robe and stood up to stop.
"Yes!"
" Flowing clouds and flowing water. That's high!"
Recalling the Taiji Fist he had just performed, Qing Lan praised it leisurely. With his current understanding of the fist technique, he would be a grandmaster in modern times. But now…it was useless.
Qinglan shook her head helplessly. She waved the dust off her body, picked up the ceramic kettle, and lay down on the recliner.
It had been twenty years since he had transmigrated to this world. It was very different from his previous life. This was a cultivation world where the strong were respected. It was not an exaggeration for the strong to destroy cities, move mountains, and pick stars with their bare hands.
In her previous life, Qing Lan, who had just opened a dry cleaning shop, was still full of pride when she first transmigrated. She wanted to make a difference and get a few female cultivators who were more beautiful than celebrities. Her life was simply too fast.
But what he did not expect was that he was born with blocked meridians and was completely not cut out for cultivation.
"Ding--”
Hearing the system's voice, Qing Lan's heart did not waver. She even wanted to curse...
"Host: Qinglan."
[Age: 21]
Cultivation: Mortal
[Achievement: Fist Technique (On par with God)]”
"Swordsmanship (On par with a god)."
"Staff Technique (On par with God)"
"Saber Technique (On par with God)."
"Palm Technique (On par with God)."
"Forging (on par with God)."
"Painting (On par with the gods)."
"Healing (On par with God)."
……
That's right, Qing Lan had transmigrated to this place and obtained a golden finger that belonged to him.
However, this golden finger did not bring him anything related to cultivation. He only gave him a dojo. The other things he gave him were all related to the dojo.
After all these years of hard work and the help of the system, these skills had all been trained to the highest level of "standing shoulder to shoulder with gods".
He was said to be on par with a god, but he was probably a famous person in his previous life and could even go on television and start a live broadcast.
However, what was the use here?
Not to mention an expert, even if a low-level martial artist gave him a punch, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand it…
She had struggled, complained, and cursed, but after so many years, she had let it go. If she couldn't cultivate, then so be it. She could guard her own land and be a salted fish…cough, a grandmaster. It seemed not bad.
After all, he had also thought about it. It was hard to say if he would be able to withstand it when he really cultivated. He might even have to enter the mystic realm. If he was not careful, he might die in a sect competition or something.
Looking at the sunlight outside the window, Qinglan got up and stretched before opening the door.
Then, he took out a large pile of martial arts moves that he had drawn in the book and displayed them.
In fact, this was his biggest source of income because there were not many people who really wanted him to teach kung fu. Although those mortals could not cultivate because of their talent, they had absorbed some spiritual energy over time. They might be even more powerful than him.
Therefore, he could only make a living by selling these "martial arts secret manuals".
The business was neither good nor bad. Of course, most of the buyers bought them for children to use as storybooks.
"There are a lot of cultivators recently!" Qing Lan sighed as she looked at the flowing light in the sky. They couldn't cultivate, but they weren't far from cultivators. There were two large sects not far from Houwei City, and many disciples would come to the city to buy some daily necessities.
"I heard that the two sect leaders of the Cold Void Sect and the Thousand Ninja Sect made a life-and-death bet. Three days later, countless Southern Cloud cultivators came to watch the battle.”A vendor next door who knew Qing Lan said.
"Oh." Qing Lan nodded and stopped paying attention to it. After all, it had nothing to do with him.
"Eh, sister, these books are so strange. I've never seen such books before.”At this moment, two beautiful figures, one big and one small, appeared at the door.
The younger one had her hair in a braid. Although she was not fully developed yet, her facial features would be extremely beautiful when she grew up. She blinked her big, lively eyes and looked curiously at the martial arts books on Qinglan's stall.
The other woman was completely different. Dressed in white, she gave off the feeling of a fairy descending to the mortal world. Her face was beautiful, but she gave off a cold and aloof aura, as if she was a thousand miles away from others.
"Cultivators!" Qing Lan sized up the two women and was slightly surprised. Not only were these two girls beautiful, but they were also cultivators. This was an unprecedented first for him. The white-robed woman, Yao Xina, also looked at Qing Lan. He sat leisurely, his gray robe spotless. His delicate and handsome face had a faint smile on it, giving people a sense of transcendence. In short, it looked very comfortable. "Unfortunately, he's just a mortal."
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