"Damn it!" Wei Kuang couldn't bear it any longer and stood up, slamming the table and asking, "Can you please speak properly!"

The storyteller glanced away with his pretty eyes, his long legs were almost touching his chest. He looked around and saw no one in sight:

"Eh? Where is someone talking? Why is there no one there?"

Wei was mad with murderous intent, took out the King of Hell's Banquet, and was about to chop it down.

Dao Qiongcang hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop, "It's all in the past tense. You all are destined to gather here today. How about we ignore the past and only talk about the future?"

"Oh? The loyal lackey of the Holy Temple is finally going to fall into darkness?" The storyteller smiled.

"Presumptuous!" Wei Kuang glared coldly and tightened his grip on the knife.

"Good sword." The Eight Masters squinted their knowledgeable eyes, and with a buzzing sound, the King of Hell's Banquet trembled violently, and silver-white sword thoughts formed on it.

"The sword belongs to the sword, and the sword belongs to the sword. Now that the sword has been sealed, do you want to break the skill?" Gou Wuyue came over with a focused gaze, and Nu Lan unsheathed the sword with a sonorous voice.

"Oh, my sword." The eight masters looked back and looked away. The demon sword trembled and was about to fly towards them.

"No, it's my sword!" Gou Wuyue's eyes were full of sword intent, and Nu Lan's voice was filled with green light, which actually overturned the silver-white sword intent.

"Is there a breakthrough?" Ba Zunzhen's eyes lit up and he glanced at Gou Wuyue one more time, "Did the Hua Chang Lantern irritate you?"

"It's not just me. I'm afraid you can't help it anymore, right?"

"no no……"

"We are all familiar with each other. It's better to meet after hearing for a long time. I will give you a try on behalf of Yan Lao today!"

"Why is this short brother so irritable?"

"That's enough for you! Speak to me properly!"

"What if people don't comply?"

"Then die——"

Fugui Inn was filled with murderous intent.

Suddenly, another sword thought exploded in all directions.

Then thousands of green mo swords flew out and turned into the Qinghe Sword World.

But all this was compressed and condensed in an instant, and was collected into the Yin and Yang Book of Life and Death...

The people outside the door were shocked.

"Holy shit...is this all true?!"

Dao Qiongcang could no longer bear this kind of chaos. With a burst of holy power, the entire Fugui Inn exploded into pieces:

"enough!"

“They are all here to discuss cooperation!”

"Give me some face!"

"Ba Zunzun, please give me some face!"

The Eight Masters hadn't spoken yet. After Dao Qiongcang finished speaking, he took the lead in breaking the power and clicked his tongue to recall the taste:

"Hey, when you say this, this is what it feels like?"

Thanks to [yckwan1] for the big reward for Yu Zhiwen!

Xiaoyu fell into a dilemma and was unable to speak, but I will add more to advance the rhythm of the plot.

Asking for a monthly ticket!!!
Chapter completed!