At the foot of Xianyin Mountain, Xing Zhen and others looked for a tea shop to rest and enjoy the cool air. Because Xianyin Mountain crossed the center of Cailuan Kingdom, it severely blocked the north and south ends of the unobstructed.

Most of the imperial military soldiers were stationed at the border to defend against the invasion of the mainland dynasties on the border. They were unintentional and were reluctant to see the mountain split the Cailuan Kingdom into two.

No one can spend money to hire people, so the court has set a new shortcut. The purchase of large quantities of Yin things in Xianyin Mountain is quite expensive, and some people with strength will definitely gain something when they go in and out of this mountain.

Therefore, in recent days, more and more people have entered the Xianyin Mountain, including divine cultivation and warriors. In short, there are all kinds of bulls, ghosts, gods and snakes, and their strengths are uneven.

The strong are confident that they can capture a sufficient amount of Yin objects in exchange for a large amount of money. Whether it is a divine cultivation or a warrior, the help of money is essential. Even if they claim to be strong, they must bow their heads for the yellow and white objects.

There are people, road rats, and there are rats. Those who are not strong will naturally have other ways. They may take advantage of the situation or follow them to pick up bargains. If they cannot eat meat, they can pick up some soup and water, and they will earn more or less silver.

When walking coldly, women deal with evil spirits, most women don’t like this. Most of them come to Xianyin Mountain to deal with men.

When people move, there will be business coming. The herbal tea shop is extremely popular. The boss is very good at doing business and hires an old man and a young man to tell stories in the shop.

The guests are obsessed with listening to books, and over time, they will order a pot of herbal tea. The salary for the elderly and the young is just three meals a day.

The source of income for the elderly and young is mostly rewarded by the guests. The words are wonderful and vivid, but the rewards are naturally numerous. The stories are told in an ordinary way, and if there is no reward, you can only blame yourself for your poor ability.

The storyteller is an old man with a bowl of bad wine from the shopkeeper on the table in front of him. He was next to him with a 12 or 3-year-old girl holding a pipa to accompany him.

The old man took a sip of the bad wine in the white bowl, and the girl knew how to tighten the strings of the piano and fluctuated her fingers. The melodious and gentle sound of the pipa gradually rose, and the sound was long, gentle and gentle.

The pipa is an ordinary white wood pipa, not a rosewood or higher-level golden silk wood used by wealthy families. The sound is not as good as those high-end pipas. However, in this small teahouse, a white wood pipa is enough.

The old man slowly opened his remarks: "Today I will tell you the story of the Sword God asking the Way. This person has long hair as elegant as a banished immortal, and is as quiet as a virgin as gentle as a gentle man. But when asked about the Way, he only meets the enemy... "

The old man was very good at losing his appetite and said that he paused here. The audience was so anxious that they grew up and said calmly.

The old man looked around slightly and saw that he had achieved his satisfactory effect. Suddenly, he was confident and spoke loudly: "Only one sword can kill the enemy's head thousands of miles away."

The old man stopped again and waited for the audience to react. As a result, the audience stopped doing this time. The book said one sentence in two separate words. There was no story at all, it was all bragging.

The old man was not in a hurry and smiled slightly and said, "As we all know, the Abyss of the Dragon Clan cut off the Continent of the Dragon Clan where the human race is located and the Continent of the Demon Clan where the demon race is located. After thousands of years of continuous battle, the true fire has already been killed."

"Twenty years ago, the demon clan sent the top ten masters to make an appointment, saying that if the Kuanglong Continent is defeated, the water and land tribes will immediately attack the Kuanglong Continent. If the Kuanglong Continent wins, the full attack can be delayed for 30 years."

"The two continents have been fighting fiercely for thousands of years, and they know how many high-end combat powers they each have. I am not afraid of being trapped in the Dragon Continent, so I welcomed this battle."

"Only the powerful people of the four major sects of the Kuanglong Continent and the four major sects of the Demon Clan won the game. However, even if Qi Xuanzhen defeated the ancestor of the Netherworld Diao Clan, the price he paid was also quite high. He would be unable to fight again within ten days."

"After the four battles, the two top figures in the continents have almost no combat power. What remains are the following decisive battles of the young monsters who are the only ones in the Ascension Realm."

"In the fifth battle, the demon clan sent a young man who had never shown his face in the Abyss of the Dragon Scrawling. He was a younger generation from the Netherworld Eagle Clan. This man was a sword god, and he also controlled two black and white flying swords."

"The Netherworld Eagle is extremely arrogant. As soon as it appears, it will have to fight with the two of the two on the Kuanglong Continent. The purpose is to win the life-and-death battle, so how can you take care of the face? Why not fight with the two on the Kuanglong Continent? What if you guess what?"

As soon as the words finished, the girl's pipagiant turned low. The solemn and murderous intent filled the music, and a cold air appeared.

The old man glanced at the girl with satisfaction, then drank a sip of the bad wine in the white bowl. He moistened his throat and said in a low voice: "The two black and white swords came out together, and the heads of the two warriors from the Dragon Continent were instantly removed from their bodies."

"The winning Netherworld Eagle became more and more rampant, and then he said he wanted to fight three in one and three. He despised me from the trapped dragon continent and was extremely arrogant."

"Three people go to fight, even if the flying sword kills two people, the remaining one is enough to get the unprepared Netherworld Eagle with one blow."

"However, unexpectedly, after the Black and White Flying Sword was sacrificed, the Netherworld Eagle itself was like a flying sword. It was even faster than the Black and White Flying Sword, and cut off one of my heads in the Dragon Continent first."

"With one man's strength, the defeat of the Kuanglong Continent has been decided, and no one has ever fought this person. The last person left in Kuanglong Continent is not going to let him go to war. It's better to retain his strength and prepare to welcome the full war in the Wild Continent."

"At this moment, I asked not on the battle list. I flew to the Abyss of the Dragon and insisted on continuing to fight the Wild Continent despite everyone's opposition."

"Ye Dao is a newcomer, and no one knows him. The Kuanglong Continent has no opinion on him at all. Since he can't persuade him, he can't see what background and feet of the Qo Dao is. Fortunately, he decided to sacrifice this master who is not afraid of death and delay some time to prepare for the upcoming full war."

"After you came out, what do you think?"

The old man stopped again, began to keep an eye on his back, and slowly tasting the wine. The audience below stretched their necks and waited. Since there were so many preparations in front, there must be a good show behind them.

The old man was very calm this time. After a sip of wine, he actually started to close his eyes and rest. The spectators couldn't help but urged them all. Then they were dry and the mouth was dry, and many tables ordered a pot of tea.

Among the spectators, there were Xing Zhen and others. Xing Zhen had already heard about the wild continent, and he was quite immersed in his hearing. After a sudden interruption, it was like half of the urine was urinated, and the remaining half was forced to hold back.

Xing Zhen Danling was waiting anxiously, and Lan Shanshan, who was passing through, was well aware of this trick. She whispered: "The storyteller is waiting for the guests to buy tea and increase the income of the shop."

Xing Zhen suddenly realized that it was like that. At this time, the puppy gave a look of contempt, which meant that the guy who regarded money as life would definitely not be willing to buy a second pot of tea.

Unexpectedly, Xing Zhen ordered another pot without any ambiguity.

The old man looked around and counted about half of the tables to refille tea. He turned to wink at the girl.

The gentle and sad rhythm suddenly changed, and the rhythm accelerated, making people's blood boil. The rhythm was passionate, like tens of thousands of war horses galloping.

In the sound, you could hear the confrontation of gold and iron horses, and the jingling of weapons. The listeners in the shop, the man who was almost clear, had a heartbeat as the rhythm of the rhythm, and the blood resonance swelled.

The whole shop was silent, and the needles could be heard. Everyone was waiting quietly, for fear of missing a trace. Even the shopkeeper who had heard this story several times put down the white bowl in his hand and waited curiously.

The old man straightened his throat and continued, "Ask, climbing above the Abyss of the Dragon, pointing to the wild continent opposite. His spirit is as bright as a king's guidance, and his aura is bursting for me, as if he wants to step on the wild continent under his feet."

Asked, Xionghun's voice resounded throughout the world, and said loudly: "The remaining six people are here together."

The sound of "Si" sucking in the air conditioner sounded neatly in the shop. All the spectators made an appointment, and they were all made as if they were alone.

The old man was very satisfied, but he didn't keep a close eye at such a critical moment. He continued, "As soon as the bold words came out, the Kuanglong Continent scolded him as a madman and fool. The Barbaric Continent thought that he was an idiot and almost burst into tears."

Asked, he looked expressionless and suddenly a snow-white flying sword was emitting. Without any warning, he appeared in the throat of the newly defeated Netherworld Eagle Ancestor.

Asked the Pingjing threat: "It's not that the six people came out together, I will kill the Netherworld Eagle Ancestor first."

The young Netherworld Eagle, who killed five people from the Dragon Continent in a row, was worried that his ancestor would have an accident. Moreover, the previous record was amazing enough, and he didn't care about the flaws in the last battle. Therefore, he agreed to the request of the question and the six people left the station together.

The wild continent saw that the Qianlong Continent was dispatching troops to prepare for a full war. The decision was made to make a quick decision, and he did not want to prepare for the Qianlong Continent.

"There is no extra words, and the battle between one and six is ​​about to break out."

Asked, he stood in the void and did not move, and he said to himself in an inaudible voice: "Jiandao."

Although the voice was small, there were all people present. They were either turtles of the thousand-year-old turtles or old monsters who could ascend without going to the upper world. Naturally, they could hear the whisper of asking clearly, but no one cared about it, just thinking that he was in vain.

After "brushing", the Jianlong Continent and the Wild Continent rose at the same time, swords calculated in units of ten thousand. They were densely covered with the sky and the sun, all of which were swords. There were all kinds of swords, long swords, short swords, flying swords and hand swords.

Some people may ask, where do so many swords come from? These swords are swords in the hands of all the powerful men in the two continents and the natal flying swords in the Heqi Mansion. When asked about a word "sword path", they all summoned them out and used them for their own use. Among them are the two black and white swords controlled by the young Netherworld Eagle.

This change, let alone the Six-Character Monster who fought against Wendao, even the heads of the four major sects and the ancestors of the four major demon clans were stunned for a moment.

Only asked someone calmly and murmured to himself: "Sword slash."

At this time, the girl's pipa suddenly broke and the crowd seemed to have not heard it when they listened to the class. They only cared about the old man's following and completely ignored the others.

The old man wrote in one go: "The flying swords covered the sky and the earth are densely packed, like locusts passing through the border. They gathered into countless torrents of flying swords, accompanied by the roar of the rolling sounds and rushed towards the six great monsters."

"The six great monsters, including the young Netherworld Eagle, were stunned and killed by the flying sword without any corpse."

There was no pipa music, only cheers and endless cheers. Without the need for the old man to speak a lot, the silver rewarded by the old man flew straight into a blank bowl in front of the old man.

The old man smiled with satisfaction and changed his subject: "The competition is just a trick of the wild continent. They betrayed their faith and launched an attack on the Qianlong continent."

Leaving a suspense, the old man suddenly stopped telling stories. He clasped his fists and said apologizing: "I am used to the accompaniment of the pipa. Please introduce my granddaughter to practice the pipa. Everyone, wait for a moment."

This made the shopkeeper happy again. He sold pots of tea and pots of tea, and easily earned the income of nearly a month at a time. He generously changed the poor wine in front of the storyteller to good wine, and added a plate of beef sauce.

The girl lowered her head to repair the pipa, while the old man ignored the good wine and beef. Her turbid eyes looked into the distance, remembering the past.

That was the first time I went to the Dragon Abyss to travel to the sea. I took a small boat when I was traveling to the sea. The boatman was the old man who was telling the story. There were no girls at that time, only the old man.

The old man who was on the boat was just over forty years old and once said with a smile: "The one who can go to the dragon abyss must be the gods. I hope to worship the gods and cultivate their skills if I have the opportunity."

What the old man didn't know was that he was telling the story of asking in front of the future junior brother. Perhaps this person would become his uncle.
Chapter completed!