The border of Yan Kingdom, a roadside tea stall.

At this time, there were dark clouds, strong winds, and heavy rain.

In the tea stall, an old man in coarse brown clothes fiddled with a broken abacus.

There was also a waiter with a linen handkerchief on his hand, holding an old teapot with a sad expression to entertain guests.

Three or five guests, in order to avoid the rain, were sipping the weak tea soup one sip after another.

Suddenly, a man with a sword hanging from his waist squeaked and shouted: "Shopkeeper, there is good wine here, but I can't drink this bird tea!"

"Uncle, it's no coincidence that our place is a tea stall and there is no alcohol."

The waiter was cleaning a table. Hearing the sound, he refused without looking back, but his attitude really annoyed the man.

Bang!

I saw the man with the knife, his eyes widened, his big rough hands seemed to have practiced some external skills, and he slapped the table so hard that the table almost fell apart.

The waiter's hair stood on end, he turned around angrily and took a breath, trying to be tougher, but when he saw the guillotine, his claws immediately became numb and he lost his courage.

And under the look of the old man at the tea stall, he had no choice but to beg for mercy in a muffled voice.

"If you don't want to drink tea, you can go out and get wet in the rain."

A young man in brocade clothes sitting next to him was disturbed by the huge noise. He snorted and spoke coldly.

"Little pretty boy, are you going to challenge grandpa?"

The rough man narrowed his eyes and touched the handle of the knife with his big hands. He was a charlatan who licked blood from the tip of the knife. He wanted to draw the knife at the slightest disagreement.

"It's really rampant, but my sword is not bad at all!"

The young man in brocade clothes put down his tea cup, and with a clang of the sword on the table, he pulled out half of the sharp blade.

"Our store has a small profit and a small capital, so we can't stand your troubles."

Seeing that a fight that everyone loved to see was about to begin, the old man at the tea stall let out a long sigh and twisted two abacus with his skinny knuckles.

Tsk! Tsk!

The two abacus turned into streams of light, hitting the broadsword and the sword respectively, knocking the two weapons away and falling into the rain outside.

The rain quickly soaked the two weapons that were about to see blood, and the water droplets slid down the blade edges, causing a little splash of raindrops.

"This is... innate inner strength!"

The rough man's eyes widened, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and the hand holding the knife was still numb at this moment.

"It turns out that there is a senior martial artist living here in seclusion. This junior is disrespectful!"

However, the young man in Jinyi's eyes lit up. He had just acted out of righteousness. Maybe by chance, he could form a good relationship with this innate senior.

Seeing the two of them surrendering one after another, the old man at the tea stall did not pursue the matter or show favoritism.

He just shook his head and sighed: "Why are there so many unsatisfactory juniors in the world of Yan State now? I don't even see any old people who can do great things!"

"Hahaha, my father-in-law's finger-flicking skill is called 'innuendo', but it reminds me of a famous master in the world of martial arts decades ago."

In the deepest part of the tea stall, a middle-aged man in a gray robe spoke leisurely, making the old man of the tea stall look surprised. Someone actually recognized his technique, which was an extraordinary experience.

Seeing that everyone was a little confused, the middle-aged man modestly revealed his origin.

"I am the storyteller of this generation."

The Jianghu Storyteller is a hidden Jianghu sect in the Yan Kingdom. It is a single lineage. He is familiar with the anecdotes in the Jianghu. His magical weapon list is a list that countless masters want to be on.

Because that means becoming famous and achieving success, a moment that every knight-errant in the world dreams of.

"I seemed to have been on the list of storytellers of the previous generation, but it was a pity that I was ranked at the bottom and could not compare with those geniuses."

The eyes of the old man at the tea stall fluctuated, slightly cloudy, as if he was remembering the old times and the world that once belonged to him.

"Don't underestimate yourself. Being able to achieve the innate realm is something that many warriors dream of. What's more, you have also been in my master's magic weapon book. You must have been a genius knight in the past!"

The storyteller held up his hands with respect, then changed the topic and said: "What my father-in-law said earlier is that the younger generation in the world of Yan Kingdom has not been outstanding. I have some new news that I can share with you."

"Oh? That old man is willing to hear the details. If you say it well, I won't accept your tea money."

The old man at the tea stall looked very interested.

The rough and arrogant man who almost got into a fight earlier and the young man in gold also sat down again quietly and pricked up their ears.

"Nowadays, in the world of Yan Kingdom, there are three young masters with amazing talents. They have appeared out of nowhere. In just a few months, they have picked up several sects with bad reputations. Their attacks are extremely ruthless, and they have killed all the culprits.

, Since then, it has become famous and famous throughout the world!"

"Behind those sects, there is the same master, and that is the current King Yan's younger brother, General Yan Wuxie!"

As soon as the storyteller finished speaking, several people present frowned slightly, because Yan Wuxie's reputation was notorious in the world.

"But that Yan Wuxie who practices evil arts and harvests yin and replenishes yang? Because women who have practiced martial arts have better replenishing effects. The sects under him, Eagle Claw, have captured countless heroes and heroines. If there are any resisters,

, even the whole family was wiped out!"

"Now that my subordinate Eagle Claw is being killed, it is also a natural cycle, and the retribution will not be pleasant!"

The eyes of the young man in golden clothes widened slightly. He came from a martial arts family and was well-informed, and he suddenly showed a hint of happiness.

"There is also that thief Yan Wuxie. If it were not for the protection of the Imperial Guards of the Yan Kingdom and his superb martial arts skills, he would have been slaughtered long ago!"

The rough and arrogant man also groaned, thinking that if he had the chance to kill this guy, he would become famous immediately.

"Does Yan Wuxie rank on the divine weapon spectrum?"

The old man at the tea stall squinted his eyes and asked seemingly unintentionally.

"Yan Wuxie ranks third in the Divine Weapon Book. He relies on the cultivation of evil spirits. The inner strength is said to be two hundred years old. He has practiced the secret techniques passed down by the royal family of the Yan Kingdom. He is equipped with Gang Qi, water and fire, and can ward off changes, even if thousands of arrows are fired at once.

, before his internal strength is exhausted, he can’t be hurt at all.”

The storyteller sighed, the magic weapon list only depends on strength, even a very evil person can get it.

"But in recent days, Yan Wuxie has been forced to dare not leave the general's mansion. According to rumors, he can hardly eat anymore."

"What? Could it be those three who did it!"

"Not bad!"

"How can the younger generation have such masters? Could it be that the myth of the martial arts in the past has put on a vest and wants to eliminate harm from the martial arts?"

"Storyteller, you haven't said yet whether those three people are ranked in the divine weapon tree, and what are their names?"

"Hahaha, just based on the current achievements of those three people, they have already entered the top ten of the divine weapons. They are called..."

……

The chat at the tea stall drifted away with the sound of wind and rain.

A dozen kilometers away from the tea stall is the capital of the King of Yan. On top of the tall and thick city walls, the imperial guards patrolled with vigilance.

A school lieutenant took a stack of wanted notices and distributed them.

Soon, wanted notices were posted on the city walls and everywhere in the city. On them were two women and one man. Except for the fact that they were all wearing masks, their figures and temperaments were painted lifelike.

"The Wonderful Sound Sword, the Flying Witch, the Fire Ghost Monster!"

"Any one of these three people will be rewarded, whether dead or alive, with a reward of ten thousand gold and a thousand households. Even if his whereabouts are discovered, he will be rewarded with a thousand gold!"

At the gate of the city, an armored soldier held up a wanted notice and his voice was so powerful that it could be heard far away.

Among the theatergoers, a man in black robes suddenly squeezed out. His fingers were wrapped with tiny pieces of golden light. He just pressed forward slightly and suppressed the armored soldier until he could not move.

He stepped forward, tore off a wanted notice, looked at it, walked up to the soldier, took off his hat, and revealed a ferocious face.

"Fire ghost monster..."

The armored soldiers suddenly fought with each other, looking horrified.

"What the hell, who taught you to pick nicknames? How come it's my turn to be a weirdo!"

The man in black robe cursed, knocked the man unconscious with one punch, then stepped lightly, transformed into afterimages, ignored the hundreds of soldiers surrounding him, and headed straight for the city.
Chapter completed!