"Not bad!" The old storyteller said with a horror: "The young man with a jade face looked disdainful to Miao Kun. Everyone thought he was a pretender. Miao Kun thought so at that time. He threatened to beat him, so he used the Wuji Thunderbolt Hand. As a result, the young man let out a sword energy and another sword fell. Without even moving his hand, he cut the famous Miao Kun into two halves, and even the golden elixir was cut to the ground!"

"My God! How is this possible?"

Millions of monks from other places, more than 90% of them said they could not believe it.

The old man in storytelling continued: "Miao Kun was killed by one move, and he was scared to the young man and begged for mercy. The young man was not a cruel person and did not take Miao Kun's life. After Miao Kun healed his body, he knelt down directly for the young man and took the initiative to be the young man's slave. After the young man pondered for a moment, he took Miao Kun as a groom."

"God! It's too extravagant to recruit experts like Miao Kun to be grooms!"

Everyone who listened to the book expressed extreme shock.

And there are more and more monks from other places who have heard about it.

There was a white-haired old Taoist with fairy-like spirit, carrying his hands behind his back, and slowly walked into the city like a wandering place in the void. Beside him, a young woman as beautiful as a fairy was followed.

The woman has a goose face, delicate facial features, a delicate figure, and a white dress without any dust, just like a fairy walking out of a painting.

"Disciple, it's so lively there, it seems to be a storyteller. So many people gathered there to hear storyteller. I guess it's very exciting. Anyway, the high-end medicinal materials trading conference will be held at noon. Let's go and listen to storyteller first. If it's exciting, give some silver and give it a try to polish the time." The old Taoist, who was fairy-like, said with a smile.

The woman in white rose with her sexy lips and said with some dissatisfaction: "The disciple wants to kill some bandits around. The master will not let her go and let her go and pass the time when she hears the story. The disciple might as well kill some bandits, so as not to end the medicinal materials trading conference. Some herbalists finally make some money and let the bandits rob them all."

Xianfeng Tao Gu Laodao smiled and said, "A disciple, you meddled with so many other people's business, so I really don't worry about you going down the mountain alone. If you go down the mountain alone in the future, you will take action when encountering injustice. My teacher is really worried that you will lose your life. w           ”

The woman in white curled her lips: "The disciple's cultivation is very high, okay? Looking at Beihan, there are not many people who can beat the disciple. Besides, the disciple is not a fool, and he knows how to judge. The bandit leader is not even a Yuanying, so how can he take the disciple's life? The master underestimates the disciple too much!"

The old Taoist laughed and said, "You, you have only cultivation but don't know how to check the face. This is your only shortcoming. Just as we have never seen a bandit along the way. Obviously, the bandits nearby will either be killed or dare not come out after receiving any news. Even if you ask you to go, you will be in vain. It's better to listen to storytelling."

"All right."

The woman in white felt that it was indeed a bit strange to come this time.

I have been here several times before, and every time I encounter large or small bandits on the way, I haven't even seen the bandits this time. It's very abnormal. I'm afraid that the bandits have really received some news and have suspended their activities.

So, the master and apprentice came to the vegetable market and overwhelmed the void and sounded storytelling.

The storyteller was talking so hard that he was talking: "Just on that young man, he killed the three leaders of Heifengtang in one move. The next day after hundreds of elites, the boss of Heifengtang personally brought all the leaders and millions of elites from Heifengtang to retaliate against the young man, and shouted in Fengxuecheng. Everyone thought that the young man dared not come out to fight, but he dared to come, and he came alone to fight against the millions of elite bandits!"

"The boss shouted that he would kneel down and die. Instead of kneeling down and died, the young man was disdainful to millions of elite bandits. However, he was so angry that he ordered millions of bandits to attack together and crush the young man."

"The next moment, a miracle happened!"

"I saw the young man pinched his sword and shouted "Borrow a sword and use it." The swords in the hands, waist, back, and even the storage rings all flew towards the young man's head, densely packed, how spectacular!"

"Soon, the sky was covered with sharp swords, and a large area of ​​darkness was blocked, and the sun could not shine into the city. I counted it and there were at least ten million swords, and there were tens of millions of swords at a time. The highest record of swords in Beihan's history was broken by the young man!"

"Oh my God! It's true? That young man used millions of swords at a time? This is too horrifying, right?" Everyone was shocked and their chins dropped.

The storyteller patted his chest and said, "Absolutely true! Never deceive everyone!"

"All nonsense!"
Chapter completed!