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Living In Another World With A Farm

If he wanted to boss around, he could do whatever he wanted. I would continue to farm, but if he tried to attack me, then he would not live to see another day. Zhao Hai was a shut-in until he was transmigrated to another world with a farm and taken over the body of a fallen noble. The land that the noble had was one that could not grow anything. He also had a fiance who was the heir to a principality. To make matters even worse, he was talentless in martial arts and magic where he couldn’t even learn both. “So what if I can’t do magic? I have my farm. Let’s see you try and attack me! I’ll let my bugs out to devour all of your military rations! I’ll put pesticides in your water source and grow weeds on your land! Let’s see you try and attack me after that!” “What? You’ll hire assassins to kill me? Try and do that when I’m hiding inside my farmhouse. Once that is over, I’ll rid your country of all your food sources! Your citizens will come after you instead of you coming after me!” The shut-in had a slightly foul personality. This is a story of how he, and his farm, became a nightmare to the people of a world of swords and magic.

Ming Yu · ตะวันออก
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Golden bow of force (3)

The cultivator nodded and said, " &Quot; however, the metal born from strength birthed metal isn't a high-grade metal. It's just a very ordinary type of iron, so it's not very valuable. The body cultivator, on the other hand, had a whimsical idea. He asked my grandfather to use strength birthed metal to make a bow. That way, when he used the bow, he could let strength birthed metal bear the force and produce an Iron Arrow. Then, he could shoot the iron Arrow, and the iron Arrow would be shot with his strength. Although the quality of the iron Arrow is very ordinary, it has great strength, which will make up for his lack of long-range attack ability."

Zhao Hai's eyes brightened when he heard this. It was a good idea. Even if the quality of the iron Arrow was not good, its power was real. If you made a needle fall from a few hundred meters in the air, it could still penetrate concrete. This was the power. It could be said that the body cultivator was a very creative person.