MTL - Journey To Longevity - Chapter 955 4 cases

Chen Fei looked at the bewildering number of people in front of him who desperately practiced boxing to become a master, sighing.

“Compete? I don’t think so. My motto is never to stand when you can sit.”

So the panel answered his call.

“Extreme Mountain Fist Technique simplification in progress… simplification successful… Extreme Mountain Breathing Technique”

“Extreme Mountain Breathing Method simplification in progress… simplification successful… Breathing”

Chen Fei took a deep breath.

“Extreme Mountain Breathing Method experience +1.”

“…So I can cultivate by breathing alone?”

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Song Woo-Moon is the son of a simple inn owner in the countryside.

His body is weak since childhood, and one day, a landscape painting received as a gift from an old Daoist causes his mind to become weak as well.

For years, he is teased as being the village fool, and he grows up as nothing more than a pathetic burden to his parents.

The day he turns twenty, however, his life changes!

Something awakens within him—the supreme martial arts within the landscape painting!

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Transmigrating to a lawless person and then directly upgrading to a little brat’s stepmother. Xiao Ting said, “Crap, there’s no need to even give birth to a child. God, I love you so much …”

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