Shen Chuxia took the book from Wang Jianjun's hand curiously and asked.

"Not yet. Now is not the time."

In this day and age, novels like this would probably be returned no matter which publishing house you send them to.

Moreover, if it were published, I would be criticized when the storm started.

Shen Chuxia smiled secretly, thinking that this must be Wang Jianjun's first time writing a book, and he was afraid that it would be rejected if it was not well written.

I'll still have to encourage him after I finish reading it.

Just as she was thinking, Shen Chuxia took the book and looked at the cover.

"The Fighting Qi Turning into a Horse is So Terrifying!"

The title of this book... is a little hard to describe.

Shen Chuxia's eyes twitched, and she looked up at Wang Jianjun who looked expectant.

This book title... Brother Jianjun, are you serious?

I wanted to complain a few words first, but I saw Wang Jianjun’s expectant eyes.

Shen Chuxia softened again.

This is Brother Jianjun’s first novel, and I am also his first reader.

Then I have to finish watching it no matter what.

Thinking of this, Shen Chuxia suppressed the embarrassment in her heart and opened the book.

Well, let’s not talk about how the novel is written, at least I can praise these words later.

It's neat and tidy, just like it was printed.

I didn’t expect Brother Jianjun’s handwriting is so beautiful.

Oh, and there's an introduction.

"This is a world of fighting..."

What is fighting spirit?

There is also a hierarchy? Fighter, Fighting Master... Fighting Saint, Fighting Emperor.

After reading this word, Shen Chuxia felt that the Dou in front of her looked a little strange.

This strange setting should be from a fantasy novel, right?

Something like Journey to the West or Investiture of the Gods?

Shen Chuxia continued to read on.

"Xiao Huohuo, fighting spirit, third stage! Level: low level!"

What the hell is this? ! !