Fantasy: Storytelling Covers the Sky, the Saint Falls in Love

"Sister Yunxiu, look at him!"

In the guest room, You Li heard Yun Feiyang's words clearly. Although she knew that she would probably be coaxed away with a few words, she still couldn't help but complain to Princess Yunxiu.

"Feiyang, this brat, really deserves a beating!"

Princess Yunxiu knew that Youli just wanted her words of comfort, so she walked up to her, took her hand, and said,"Don't worry, no matter how strong Feiyang is, he is only ranked fourth on the Tianjiao list. A battle between their Tianjiao is inevitable, and someone will naturally deal with him when the time comes."

Hearing this, Youli's heart tightened again, and she couldn't help but worry about Yun Feiyang.....Above the clouds, the mist was hazy.

After hearing this, Wu Miaomiao naturally understood the meaning of his words, but she just turned her head away and stopped looking at him.

Seeing Yun Feiyang's appearance, Nie Tong and Feng Xiu both felt a little pressure.

The two looked at each other, as if they had a tacit understanding and wanted to attack together, but they both noticed something and looked in one direction.

Over there, a figure rode a donkey upside down and ran up.

With a smile on his face, he hugged the donkey's head and said,"How are you going to play? Take us with you!"

"I won't get involved in the affairs of the Tianjiao List. You better be careful. If you get beaten, call me and I will take you away."

Seeing Su Yixiao turn over and get off the donkey, the donkey said this in his ear, and in the blink of an eye, it ran away.

Yun Feiyang looked at this person. At this time, the smile on his face was gone, and his expression was a little solemn.

He felt a little dangerous from this seemingly sunny boy.

The other party is very strong!

This is not someone else, but Su Yixiao, who is ranked sixth on the Tianjiao List and has a pure heart!

Looking around, he finally set his sights on Yun Feiyang, and his eyes lit up:"You are so beautiful, better looking than the big sister over there"

"It's so beautiful, it would be interesting if I could beat him until he cries."

After he finished speaking, he raised his fist and punched.

This punch seemed ordinary, but in the blink of an eye, there was a roar, and the surrounding clouds were stirred up.

Boom!

Yun Feiyang's eyelids twitched slightly when he saw such a momentum. He ignored the other party's words and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

‘Wind and clouds gather! 'Instantly, the clouds in the sky began to surge, turning into a tornado, blowing towards Su Yixiao.

The entire battlefield above the clouds was instantly divided by this airflow.

Su Yixiao looked at the cloud tornado, with a little curiosity in his eyes. He stood there and resisted the attack.

When he walked out of the cloud, there was no scar on his body, but his two sleeves were scraped off, revealing his skinny arms underneath.

"A bit comfortable..."

He moved his body slightly and looked at Yun Feiyang, his eyes full of expectation.

Yun Feiyang's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw this, and the cloud tornado surged up. As his handprints changed, a tiger roar sounded.

The cloud had condensed into a white tiger head.

‘Tiger bite! ' He shouted, and the tiger head rushed out, its momentum was frightening and ferocious.

Seeing this, Su Yixiao smiled, clenched his five fingers, arched his back, and punched out.

The two collided, and the clouds dispersed. When the clouds dispersed, Su Yixiao stood still.

"This attack method is not as good as Xiaobai's. When it roars, it is more powerful than yours...."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yixiao jumped high and punched.

Seeing this, Yun Feiyang did not retreat a step. The wind whistled between heaven and earth, and the clouds followed. A cloud dragon that stretched for dozens of feet gathered in the blink of an eye.

His eyes were full of spirituality, but more of it was anger.

‘Dragon's anger! 'With a wave of his sleeve, the cloud dragon suddenly rose up and directly dissolved Su Yixiao's attack.

After Su Yixiao took two steps back, he suddenly stopped his feet on the cloud and fixed his body. A giant celestial being with three heads and eight arms rushed up.

Above this celestial being, seven-colored streams of light could be vaguely seen rotating, revealing that it was at least at the seventh level of the butterfly transformation realm.

The eight arms pressed against the cloud dragon, and just as they were about to tear it apart, a sound of a knife suddenly rang out between heaven and earth.

The knife light was azure blue, and the waves were bright. From a distance, it was at least ten feet long.

The cloud dragon trembled slightly under such a blow, and then turned into clouds and dissipated.

Behind the clouds, there were two figures of a Zen master and a swordsman.

The swordsman was dishevelled and had a face full of vicissitudes. After the successful strike, he sheathed the broken sword again, then looked at the Zen master beside him and laughed loudly:"Master Kong Huan, it seems that you and I have finally caught up."

I don't know if the person next to him heard these words, but he didn't move at all, as quiet as a tree stump.

The audience in the stands watched the two people entering the arena, and there was a little commotion.

Seventh on the Tianjiao List: Hanhai Tiandao Song Zhiwen!

Fifth on the Tianjiao List: Xueyi Zen Master Kong Huan!

Looking at the fight just now, a listener smacked his lips and whispered to the person next to him:"Look at that sword, wow, it's more than ten feet long. If I met him, and he let me run for a while, I'm afraid I can't run away."

"You think too much. By the time you have the strength to be a rival to Hanhai Tiandao, the opponent's long sword may be forty feet long."......Song Zhiwen and Kong Huan traveled all the way through mountains and rivers, but they still didn't catch up to hear Han Lian talk about the Tianjiao Ranking.

Song Zhiwen heard that the top three of the Tianjiao Ranking had been announced, and he couldn't help but look regretful.

However, looking at the many Tianjiao in the battle group, all the thoughts in his mind were swept away.

He pulled out the broken knife and flicked it, then rushed into the battle group, and the sound of the knife ringing resounded

"Come, let’s fight to our heart’s content!"

Unlike him, the Blood-robed Zen Master Kong Huan was sitting on the clouds, watching everyone fighting. Whenever an attack was uncontrollably sent out in all directions and was about to fall downwards, it was blocked by the bowl in his hand.

This fight was like the whistling of wind, the chanting of swords, and the sound of vast pianos. Each side attacked each other, but they were very tacit and never attacked one person at the same time.

And at this moment, a figure in white finally arrived.

He had a stern face and held Fu Chen in his arms. In his hand, he held a copy of"The Legend of the Great Ruler" with ink marks not yet dried, which he got from someone unknown.

He stood quietly by the side without making any movement. After finishing reading"The Legend of the Great Ruler", he put it in his arms. After discovering Yun Feiyang's figure, he suddenly exuded a murderous intent.

"cloud...fly..."Yang!"

He called out Yun Feiyang's name word by word, with a gleam of fierceness in his eyes.

In an instant, the three thousand pagodas in his hand were swung out instantly, like steel needles, condensed into a net, and hit Yun Feiyang.

All the means he used to gather wind and clouds were pierced through in just a moment, and turned into wind and cloud again and dissipated.

Seeing Youhuang's appearance, Yun Feiyang's expression changed drastically. With his sleeves waving, the whole person flew in the wind and kept dodging.

In the city of Donglingfu, under a wonton stall, a beggar-like man was watching from afar.

He was sometimes sober and sometimes confused.

"I wonder how many of these people are worthy of my sword...."