Practicing a mouthful of nine yang qi internally, practicing diamond bones externally, with a golden-backed nine-ring knife in hand, rolling his head to the ground with a wave of his hand. The majestic body of Jiang Dali, the master of Dazhai, sits quietly on a big carved pear wood chair, under a tiger skin coat He has bulging and muscular muscles, hard and domineering, full of a strong sense of power. His eyes are stern and calm, watching the newly recruited players on both sides of the surrounding. All kinds of flattery and flattery are endlessly heard from the mouths of these leeks. Master Dazhai is mighty and brave, invulnerable to iron palms, I beg Master Dazhai to teach you small martial arts! Master Dazhai, can you practice iron shirts with sensitive muscles? My brother, don’t talk too much, Master Dazhai is notoriously ruthless. A player who has just been resurrected from the Town God's Temple has a mournful face, like me, I don't know what I want to say at the first listen, but after listening to it, I'm a ghost. The master of Dazhai said one thing, every time I ask a question and ask it a second time, I will send him on the road. I have no FK It can be said. The introduction is just enough to read, in short, it is a fierce man who trains his muscles and raises a big sword. Those things about the martial arts in the world, no heroine, overbearing and decisive, a big boss with iron fighting, a player who flows.....