Chen Xi looked at the soldier who had just thrown a stone weighing several hundred kilograms aside and silently looked up at the sky: Is this really the last year of the Eastern Han Dynasty?

Lu Bu single-handedly killed 10,000 soldiers, which is unrealistic …

Zhao Jilong did indeed possess the soul of a dragon, and he broke the mountain with his sword. Is this really human?

One man Dianwei, guarding Cao Cao to escape from the enemy camp, calmly made a gap of thousands of steps to the opposite side with an explosion of combat power …

Something is wrong? Chen Xi gently touched the goose feather fan and waved to it. The wind was strong, and he sighed: “This is a myth, and I must be crazy.”