"Time is like a white crane, it has gone millions of miles, and it has been three hundred years, how many legends have been buried..."

This is an ancient restaurant. In the lobby, there were diners with different expressions. It was already noon, but the diners had not dispersed. It was because, in this restaurant, a storyteller who traveled around was coming today, talking about a dusty past that happened in the distant immortal world three hundred years ago: "By the way, since the nine coffins fell from that day, now there have been endless geniuses of cultivation, generation after generation, and generation of amazing talents. The strength of the Tianyuan Immortal Family is also as strong as one day. When we came across the starry sea, the wolf was ambitious to occupy the Shenxiao Palace in Tianyuan, but now it has been destroyed. The remaining creatures of the gods were driven into the sea and were in panic all day long. Outside that day, the Taoist temples and Thirty-Three Days were also constantly fighting, and the battles were defeated 33 days in a row..."

"...When I talk about this, I have to mention the most legendary generation in three hundred years!"

When the storyteller talked about this, the auspicious wood slapped the table and smiled: "Talking about heroes, Taoist heroes, in my Tianyuan, the most unnecessary thing is heroes. Whether it is the four saints in the Taoist temple who once played against the sky, defeated the heaven half-sized, and now they want to win the entire chess, or the nine saints who had the greatest pressure on the thirty-three days in the early stage of this battle, they are now the supreme existence in the eyes of my Tianyuan Immortal Family. But when it comes to legends and legends, they have to say that the thirty-six immortals who rank the most high on the Gods List, their oldest lifespan is only more than a thousand years old, but they are already famous! "

"Inside, there is the Yuan family sword saint who blocked millions of teachers with one sword three hundred years ago, the Fuyao Palace Situ who broke the stars with one finger two hundred years ago, and the martial god Lu Fengxian who entered and out of the Zhuxian Formation a hundred fifty years ago, killing the sea of ​​blood. Of course, it is even more impossible to shock the world ninety years ago, and swallowed the Golden Crow Saint Goddess who were in a small fairy world with one mouthful..."

"The young generation of young immortals who have left the name of Tiangang on the God List have endless legends to write. With merit, I am afraid that it will be endless for three days and three nights. But when it comes to legends in legends, there is an interesting thing. It is said that at an immortal meeting in the Taoist temple, someone once wanted to make a list of immortal names to establish merits for these legendary immortal kings. All the immortal kings were not convinced and were unwilling to be inferior to others. They fought for the second place in the list of immortal names, but they only recommended one person in the list of merits..."

When the storyteller talked about this, he smiled but said nothing and deliberately kept him in a silence.

Someone from the diners below immediately shouted: "Is it the Yuan family sword saint?"

Someone else objected: "It must be the Fuyao Palace Master who has three thousand wives and concubines, and has one finger to break the stars!"

Someone even raised objections: "From the words of the gentleman, it can be seen that these recognized people are not. I think it is possible that the white-haired witch who appeared in the thirty-three days and assassinated all the immortal generals and was chased by three immortal masters..."

The storyteller took a sip of tea and sighed: "You guys have guessed wrongly, that man is a lost hero!"

After hearing this, the diners looked slightly calmed, and someone soon sighed: "Ah, yes, that's Song Guichan, the black demon in the northern region of China. One hundred and fifty years ago, he was the first person to break into the Zhuxian Formation. In the end, he killed 800 enemies, but was suppressed by an immortal master..."

Someone else said: "It should be that the Great Elder of Fuyao Palace is inconsistent, right? He was killed by the Great Devil of Beiming because of disagreement of ideas!"

Hearing these comments, in a seat beside the window of the restaurant, a man in black clothes, with a plain breath, as if he was an ordinary person, with a look of a graceful look on his face, but his face looked like a teenager, and looked a little disappointed. He poured a glass of wine from the huge jar on the table, then spilled it on the ground, and looked out the window and came out to the consciousness...

"I think it's Xingjun Xia Hou. A hundred years ago, he fought with the Jiuyou God King for three days and three nights, died with all his strength, and died together..."

"Shao Hou Xingjun is certainly respectable, but it seems that he is not qualified to rank above the heads of the Yuan Family Sword Saint and the Golden Crow Great Demon Lord, right?"

However, in the lobby, the discussion continued and no results were found.

"What do you mean? Xia Hou Xingjun just died too early and had no chance to enter the Taoist temple of the monks. Otherwise, with his talent, he would probably not be worse than those of the Yuan Sword Saint. You know, when he was only twenty years old, he had fought with the Ghost King of Southern Xinjiang and then survived ten moves. At that time, he was only in the realm of the Golden Pill. Do you think he was not talented?"

"Haha, that's just Xicai, the ghost king in the southern border. He only dismantled the martial arts and took the opportunity to enlighten Xia Hou. He did not change his cultivation level to suppress it. Otherwise, with the cultivation level of the ghost king in the southern border that was enough to kill the Golden Immortal of Daluo, do you think he was just a breath, and Xia Hou could withstand it?"

Seeing that the topic was already biased, the storyteller quickly put down the tea bowl and smiled bitterly: "Don't argue, don't bother. The people you are talking about are naturally great heroes and heroes, and they will be admired by all generations, but they are not the one I said, and I am not clear enough. This person who made the immortal kings recommend the first person, was not the one who passed away within three hundred years, but three hundred years ago..."

When he said this, the storyteller sank and said in a calm voice: "At that time, it was him who made a big fuss about the Six Demon Heavens, which made the thirty-three heavens unable to truly gather a large army to send troops to the Taoist temple within a hundred years. It was also when he suppressed two emperor sons with noble identities in the time of the Six Demon Heavens... That was the son of the Immortal Emperor... This gave the Taoist temple at that time the Taoist temple had the capital to negotiate with the Thirty-three heavens, and he even regained some immortal pens from the Thirty-three heavens and gave them back to the Taoist temple. This greatly increased the strength of the Taoist temple and had the foundation to compete with the Thirty-three heavens head-on. This person was that..."

When he said this, the restaurant became surprisingly quiet.

All the diners were quarreling, some were admiring, some were disdainful, and more people sighed leisurely...

"What the sir said is that I have also heard of this person's deeds. He is indeed a great hero..."

After a long time, someone sighed, raised his glass of wine, and toasted a glass far away in the air.

"Yes, I have also heard from people that there are several portraits hanging in the Great Snow Mountain Immortal Palace. This person is one of them. It is said that... it is said that he had done many wrong things back then, but he finally realized and made great contributions. The prodigal son turned around and refused to exchange gold..."

"Hmph, what kind of prodigal son won't exchange gold for it?"

But just as the diners were talking, someone suddenly heard a sneer, and his voice overwhelmed everyone, and said coldly: "You are talking about the square demon from three hundred years ago, right? That's not a good thing. At the time, he was in the world of cultivation, and everyone shouted to beat the rat crossing the street. In order to survive in Tianyuan, he joined the Shenxiao Palace and could not survive, so he went there for 33 days. As a result, he could not tolerate him in thirty-three days and condemned people to chase him. Later, the Yuan Family Sword Saint, the Golden Crow Great Saint, and others went to save him for thirty-three days. As a result, his life was approaching, and he was still beheaded. The Yuan Family Sword Saint and others avenged him, and then suppressed the two emperor sons and brought back some immortal pens..."

This was already a bit ugly. Everyone looked at each other, but they saw that the person talking was a young man in brocade clothes. At first glance, he could see his noble status and a sense of arrogance between his eyebrows: "...Haha, he was a devil who did everything, but he became a great hero in the mouths of everyone. The world is ignorant, which shows that it is really ridiculous!"

Someone heard this and felt angry in his heart, and said coldly: "This little friend, Dian Jie, said clearly, has already made a name for this senior. When he was in Tianyuan, he was fighting for the Godly Treasure, so he pretended to join the Shenxiao Palace. Finally, he made great contributions, but he was wronged. This matter was testified by the legacy of the prehistoric seeds in the Demon Abyss, and was recognized by the nine saints. What else do you mean by saying it? Furthermore, the matter of the Six Demon Heavens is also clearly recorded in Dian Jie. He gave it back to the Immortal Crossing Pen and suppressed the two emperors. But you are talking nonsense here and slandering the seniors. Is this a bit too much?"

"Hmph, the dictionary only records what the big guys want you to know, what do you know in the details?"

The young man in brocade sneered, "My second uncle once told me personally that Fang Xing was simply a big devil. It was not an exaggeration to wipe out the evil things he had done for ten thousand times. In the end, he died for thirty-three days. That was his fate..."

"Who is your second uncle?"

Someone sneered: "Dianzhi clearly records you don't believe, but you believe other people's nonsense?"

In the lobby, there was a moment of discussion, which seemed chaotic. Most people looked at the young man in brocade. Rumors were always the most annoying. The devil in the square was originally from Nanzhan, and the people in Nanzhan naturally had a little more protection for him. In addition, since the nine saints cleared the name of the senior three hundred years ago, he had received the respect of countless young monks. Although the legends about him were indeed good and bad, the more they were, the more they believed that he was real. The things recorded in the dictionary have already taken root in everyone's hearts. At this time, they were naturally unhappy when they heard someone sang the opposite!

"nonsense?"

The man in brocade suddenly changed his face, swept coldly to everyone, and shouted in a deep voice: "My second uncle is Xiao Jianzhi who entered the Taoist temple of the sects a hundred years ago. You fools have the courage to say that his words are nonsense? Are you afraid of your life?"

As soon as this sentence was said, the scene was silent, and I wonder how many awe-inspiring eyes looked over.

"Haha, Xiao Zhiyuan, you're talking nonsense here again..."

But at this moment, a faint voice sounded at the door. Everyone turned their heads and looked in. A tall and slender man walked in. Beside him, he was following a lazy lion, very majestic. Everyone he met was hiding far away. The young man walked in, but glanced at the Xiao family's child from afar and sneered: "I heard that someone talked about my heroic deeds of Master Fang's family here, and came here to listen, but unexpectedly, as soon as I got here, I heard you, talking nonsense here. Humph, Master Fang's affairs were recognized by the nine saints and the immortals in the Taoist temple. I remember clearly above Dianzhi, if you talk up and down here, can you throw dirty water on his body?"

In this restaurant, the atmosphere immediately became much more depressed, and everyone looked at the young man.

"Who is this person? How dare you talk to the Xiao family's children like this?"

"From his identity and the lion around him, he must be a child of the Yu family..."

Some people discussed it quietly and quickly guessed the identity of the young man. If someone dared to speak to the Xiao family in this southern Chu area, then there would undoubtedly be only the Yu family in Bohai Kingdom. It is also a big family that has been passed down for more than 400 years. Its qualifications and background are much stronger than the Xiao family. With the ancestors of the Yu family, even the Xiao family dare not force them too much. There are even rumors that the senior Fang has been offering sacrifices in the ancestral hall of the Yu family and is regarded as the "ancestor" by the Yu family!

"Yu Huairou, how dare you talk to me like this?"

Xiao Zhiyuan saw the children of the Yu family, his eyes turned cold and he said coldly.

"You are disrespectful to your seniors who have made great contributions and spread rumors and cause trouble, can I still say?"

Yu Huairou was not afraid of him at all. She slowly picked a chair and sat down, and answered in a tough tone.

"Hmph, what I said was what my second grandfather said, it's absolutely true!"

Xiao Zhiyuan shouted coldly: "My second ancestor said that he had never seen the statue of the devil in the temple of the Taoist temple. Logically speaking, even if he had not entered the Taoist temple, as long as he made great contributions and the prodigal son turned around, the Taoist temple would have his statue, just like the Xia Hou Xingjun back then. Although he did not have the chance to enter the Taoist temple, after he died with the God of Nine Netherworld, the Taoist temple still included him in the list, and the devil, hum, if he is..."

"Hmph, your uncle..."

Yu Huairou sneered and interrupted him directly: "How do you know if the Taoist temple of the monks did not accept Grandpa Fang, or Grandpa Fang, didn't plan to go in? The most annoying thing is people like you. I heard some rumors from somewhere, so I used them to talk nonsense. One was guessed by your second grandpa, and the other was actually written on the dictionary. Which one do you say is trustworthy? I really think that if you sing the opposite tune with others here, you will be drunk alone? You will seem holy and flawless white lotus? Stop making trouble for Brother Xiao Shi, maybe it's not that everyone in the world is drunk, but you are just as arrogant as a clown. It's right to respect your senior..."

Xiao Zhiyuan's face was extremely gloomy after saying these sarcastic and ridiculous words.

Yu Huairou was relaxed and threw it in front of Mr. Storyteller, but there were 10 taels of gold ingots. He crossed his legs and said with a smile: "The old man continued to say it, take out twelve points of strength. I will never get tired of listening to that story of Master Fang!"

"this……"

The storyteller was a little embarrassed. The golden ingot moved him, but the Xiao family was not easy to offend!

"Yu Huairou, what I hate the most is your broken mouth..."

At this time, Xiao Zhiyuan's face changed drastically, and he shouted to Yu Huairou.

"Hehe, you hate it for nothing. My ancestor just likes it, saying that I have the style of Fang Zu..."

Yu Huairou said with a smug smile.

"You...hum!"

Xiao Zhiyuan stood up and sneered coldly: "You Yu family wants to offer to that devil. I won't say anything. That's your own business. But you are disrespectful to my second grandfather, but I can't tolerate you anymore. Speaking of which, we haven't had a long time to compete!"

When this was said, there was a faint murderous aura.

When Yu Huairou heard this, his eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "I want to do it? I, Mr. Yu, are you afraid that you won't succeed?"

The murderous aura was about to break out. In the lobby, everyone was already scared and wanted to sneak out quietly, for fear of being affected by the fish. However, the man in black smiled at the young master of the Yu family, nodded with satisfaction, then leaned against the window, crossed his legs, held the wine jar in his arms, and looked like he was ready to wait for a show...

"Xiao Family Iron Eagle Sword..."

Xiao Zhiyuan looked at Yu Huairou from afar, and did not speak for a long time. After enduring for a while, he suddenly shouted loudly. The sword light slashed out like a horse. The sword light actually transformed into a fierce giant eagle, sweeping over, tearing the tables and chairs in the lobby to pieces. A fierce cry sounded, and the giant eagle had arrived in front of Yu Huairou in the blink of an eye!

"The appearance of a harsh mane!"

Yu Huairou was silent until the giant eagle rushed in front of him. Suddenly, with a deep shout, behind him, magic power surged, and it turned into a ferocious wild boar, which was not similar to Yu Huairou's pretty appearance, but it was taking a path of unparalleled strength. With a rumbling sound, it collided with the iron eagle transformed into the sword light...

Crazy...

The annihilated ray of light rolled up directly around, which scared the diners in the hall crying for their father and mother!

But at least, the two young masters were quite sensible in their attacks. They did not affect everyone. The momentum was fierce, but there was no real murderous intent. After the huge light lit up, Yu Huairou, the young master of the Yu family, suddenly rushed out. The wild boar spirit behind him showed fierce light and collided in front of Xiao Zhiyuan, the young master of the Xiao family. The young master of the Xiao family was shocked and the sword suddenly changed. He was about to draw the sword, but for some reason, the power in his hand was relaxed and he couldn't respond. He was hit by Yu Sui's chest with a palm!

“Kala…”

Xiao Zhiyuan flew backwards all of a sudden, smashed a wall, and coughed up blood from a mouthful of mouth.

"Haha, Brother Xiao Shi, your cultivation has not improved much..."

Yu Huairou laughed, looking very proud. She slowly dusted her clothes, and the lion beside her also roared.

"Yu...Huairou, you...you remember it for me!"

Xiao Zhiyuan fell to the ground and wanted to get up, but his strength was not enough. He fell down again. Next to him, the servants who served came to support him quickly, but were slapped to the ground by him. Then he suppressed the blood and energy that was running around in his heart and slowly became slow. He saw that there were countless gloating eyes around him looking at him, with no light on his face, so he naturally couldn't stay here, so he said harsh words to Yu Huairou, then covered his chest and walked slowly to the distance, unable to even use the qi lifting skills!

"It's boring to say this every time..."

Yu Huairou sneered proudly and ignored him. Seeing that the restaurant was almost rotten, the book could not be heard any more. So he threw a ingot of gold to the shopkeeper who was hiding behind the counter. Then he reached out and grabbed the storyteller who wanted to sneak out against the wall, and said with a smile: "Don't leave, you have already collected my gold, so you have to talk about it carefully. Let's take a walk, change the restaurant, and find more people to talk to. If you sell your strength, say it's more exciting. I'll reward you with the gold again..."

After saying that, I turned around inadvertently, but was slightly stunned.

He only remembered that there was a man in black sitting by the window. When he and Xiao Zhiyuan fought, the man was very calm. This made him a little impressed. He wanted to make friends with him, but he didn't expect that the window was empty and there was no one.

"Is it because I was confused?"

He thought about it, but couldn't figure it out, so he shook his head and simply didn't think about it.

"Yu Huairou, I...I will kill you sooner or later..."

"I... my second grandfather is coming back soon. I will definitely ask him to help me exhale this anger!"

Xiao Zhiyuan was seriously injured and could not hold on and was unwilling to fall in front of others, so he forced himself into a narrow alley, wanting to adjust his breath for a while, and then hire a carriage to take him home. He just hated the arrogant Yu Huairou and cursed constantly, but as soon as he entered the narrow alley, he felt a darkness in front of him, and subconsciously raised his head and saw a man in black standing in front of him!

The man stood with his hands behind his back, standing in front of him, as if obscuring the light between heaven and earth.

"You...who are you?"

Xiao Zhiyuan was slightly shocked, subconsciously felt a little scared, and asked in a low voice.

"who I am?"

The man sneered and slowly turned around. He just made a gentle move. He looked at Xiao Zhiyuan's eyes, but it seemed as if the world was spinning, which made him feel a little dizzy. When he woke up, the man's palm in black had already pinched his neck. Then he could only hear a voice ringing in his ears, and his heart was frightened!

"You scolded me for a long time and asked who I am?"

With a "click", Xiao Zhiyuan's eyes became straighter...

When the servants of the Xiao family came into this alley and saw Xiao Zhiyuan's body, they saw that his face was full of uneven fear, and his eyes had dried up, but deep in the pupils, they could still see endless regret...
Chapter completed!