Fantasy: Storytelling about the crying saint, the beginning of the Barren Heavenly Emperor

Great Yan calendar, 2173 AD, the seventh day of the first month of March.

It was still dark.

In Lin’an City, it has long been crowded and crowded.

The cultivators from the north of the Tiannanhai Sea had already harnessed the light and came to this Lin’an City.

And in the Seven Blessings Inn, it was even more crowded around the high platform.

Nan Xiyue, Jianzuka Jianzi, Yan Qingfei, Red Umbrella Maiden, Tieshan, Princess Huaizhu and others sat in their previous positions.

At this moment, Ning Chuan had not yet come down from the room.

The following is already full of discussions.

“That’s the South China Sea Tianjiao Seal Heavenly Seal! This ancient qi practitioner actually came from the South China Sea?! ”

“Wait! That Tianjiao who seems to be the previous generation of Tianjiao Chen Xiuhai, the Tianjiao who killed the King Realm ferocious beast Du Poison Pool Evil Jiao fifty years ago! Now fifty years later, I can’t imagine that this Chen Xiuhai was born again! ”

“Hiss… That young owner of the Hundred Swords Villa, I recognized, I heard that this person has always wanted to fight with the sword cairn, and this time he came to the sword, I am afraid that he came for the sword! ”

“It is rumored that the old owner of the Hundred Swords Villa fought a hundred battles in his life, and only lost twice.”

“One defeat of the Heavenly Saint Palace Flying Dragon Real Man, two defeat of the Sword Tsuka Sword Master!”

In the end, the old owner sat down with regret. Now that the Flying Dragon Real Person has not yet been handed down from Kendo, but Kenzuka has given birth to a newborn sword son, this young owner, I heard that he has been practicing swords painstakingly, I am afraid that he wants to fulfill his father’s last wish. ”

“Huh? The city lord of Lin’an City actually came? ”

“This is Leng Wushuang, the sword master of Baizhou City, I heard that this person is the most proud, thinking that he is a sword master, and he is the leader among the younger generation! This time I came… I’m afraid I don’t accept Mr. Ning’s ranking! ”

A famous Tianjiao powerhouse constantly stepped into the Seven Blessings Inn.

Everyone who steps in is enough to cause everyone to exclaim.

I don’t blame them for behaving like that.

But the people who stepped into the inn now, almost every single one of them were famous and surnamed big people in the Nine Xuan Realm!

And after the arrival of these Tianjiao.

Some were silent without saying a word, some looked around, their faces heavy, and some behaved frivolously and acted frivolously.

“A mortal storyteller dares to rank the world’s Tianjiao? What a joke. ”

A Tianjiao from a distant Yuanzhou, after taking his seat, disdained to speak.

As soon as these words fell, some people frowned, some were displeased, and others showed a look of approval.

“Tie Mou said, if there is a person who is not satisfied with Mr. Ning’s ranking, he can fight with Tie Mo.”

“If Sheng can defeat Tie, I am willing to give up the tenth position in the Tianjiao list.”

Iron Mountain slowly stood up, and his burly body like a tower formed a huge sense of oppression.

On his left chest, a hideous ancient fierce beast totem could be faintly seen.

“Tianjiao tenth… Mixed Yuan King Blood Iron Mountain? ”

Yuanzhou Tianjiao, who had spoken before, shrank his pupils slightly.

He was stared at by Iron Mountain, and he only felt as if he was being stared at by a barbaric and ferocious beast, and he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Finally, he avoided Tieshan’s gaze and snorted coldly and stopped talking.

And at this time.

An angry voice suddenly sounded outside the inn.

“Heaven-killing Ning Chuan! I was almost hacked to death by Nie Zhenxiong! ”

The next moment.

I saw a figure that quickly swept from the end of the sky.

This person’s speed is callable, just like a ghost, directly breaking the sound barrier, leaving arc-shaped afterimages in the air.

It wasn’t until this figure stepped into the inn that the afterimages in the air dissipated and shattered.

“What about Ning Chuan?”

The man stepped into the inn, looked up and asked angrily.

“Thousand-faced thief Saint Bai Xiaohang?”

Yan Qingfei shook the fan and stood up from her seat.

“At the beginning, the Tianjiao list was arranged by me to ask Mr. Ning, and if there is any trouble, I Yan Qingfei will bear it all.”

Bai Xiaohang looked sideways at Yan Qingfei, narrowed his eyes and said

“Yan Qingfei, the seventh on the Tianjiao list?”

For this Tianjiao, who pressed him on the ranking and could drink a king realm by drinking flower wine, Bai Xiaohang still deliberately went to understand a few points.

Seeing Yan Qingfei come out, a look of hesitation flashed on Bai Xiaohang’s face, and finally he sat down with a muffled snort and stopped talking.

Yan Qingfei shook the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile:

“Brother Bai’s theft of jade and incense has been admired for a long time, how about sitting at the same table?”

Bai Xiaohang’s face slowed down when he heard this, and he nodded and said, “Brother Yan paints with the back of a beautiful person, drinking wine and drinking a king realm, Bai Mou is also greatly amazed.” ”

Then Bai Xiaohang pulled away and sat down at Yan Qingfei’s table.

He looked at the sword gate on the side, closed his eyes and breathed, and did not say a word, and asked Yan Qingfei

“Brother Yan, who is this?”

Yan Qingfei glanced at the sword, waved his hand and smiled: “This is a piece of wood, don’t pay attention to him, come and come, let’s drink ours.” ”

“Uh….. All right. ”

Bai Xiaohang was stunned, and then picked up the wine glass and touched it towards Yan Qingfei.

The two were talking.

A fragrant breeze blows.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw a red-clothed silhouette, holding the guqin in his arms, and stepped into the inn.

Countless people looked up and were stunned.

Peerless, dumping all sentient beings.

The beauty of this woman in front of her is almost impossible to describe in any words.

A smile is all hooking.

Especially the pair of treasures on the chest, I am afraid that if I look down from the head, I can’t see the toes.

Tianjiao present asked himself that he was not a person who had never seen the world.

But seeing this woman, it was also a brief loss of concentration.

“Six-fingered piano demon warm song?”

Someone exclaimed and lost their voice.

Immediately, there was a commotion in the crowd.

“When Mr. Ning commented on the Tianjiao list, he said that this warm song has the best appearance in the world, I still felt that it was exaggerated, but now I look at it, it is really worthy of the name!”

“What a beautiful female devil!”

Everyone whispered.

“This is … Oh my God! ”

A look of amazement surged in Yan Qingfei’s eyes.

In his short thirty years, he has lingered in the wind and moon hook, and he has seen more stunning beauties, but he also has to say.

This gentle song is the most beautiful he has ever seen in his life!

“It’s so big…”

Princess Huaizhu stared at Wen Yuge’s figure with a shocked face, as if she couldn’t believe that there was such a murderous weapon in the world.

Then, she looked down at herself and couldn’t help but sigh.

In this comparison, she feels like a toddler who is not fully developed.

And that warm song seems to have long been accustomed to this kind of gaze and discussion.

She raised her head, looked around, and finally saw a girl with a red umbrella, there was still an empty seat, and she couldn’t help but shake it lightly, walked over and asked

“Little sister, is it convenient for my sister to sit in this position?”

When the red umbrella girl heard this, she slowly turned her head to look at Wen Yuge.

Wen Yuge was watched by the red umbrella woman, and for some reason, her heart was a little hairy, and she was about to speak.

The red umbrella girl smiled sideways: “Okay, sister, you can sit.” ”

Wen Yuge nodded and sat down.

In the corner of the inn.

There was an old man and a young man sitting here.

Among them, the old man’s gaze swept over the entire inn, shook his head and spoke:

“This small Qifu Inn, I can’t imagine that Tianjiao gathers, and the stars are shining.”