Super Bloodline: The Devouring System

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"That's what you deserve. Leave."

Qin fan nodded and threw a dozen pieces of spirit stones into the youth school. He didn't want to take another look.

There is a touch of complexity in his eyes. He has already done what he should do. As for whether the young man in front of him can protect the spirit stone in his hand is his own business.

Eyes inadvertently scan around, at least more than ten people are staring.

It is impossible for any place to put an end to bullying the weak. It is a normal thing.

"Thank you very much."

As soon as the boy's eyes brightened, he quickly took it into his hand and stuffed it into his waist storage bag. He didn't speak any more. Like a nimble civet cat, he left here quickly.

After living here for so many years, he naturally has his own set of survival rules. If he doesn't have this ability, he can't live here all the time.

Young left, around a special breath gradually disappeared, do not know what the next situation.

"Storytellers? I don't know what secrets exist. Is orthodoxy still handed down over the years?"

Qin fan looks at the woman on the platform. In his hand, there is a simple book carved with dragons and phoenixes. One complicated text after another is completely unknown.

It is said that only a few people can understand it.

"Ancient Chinese characters are not simple characters. Every character inherits a great secret."

She whispered in her heart and looked carefully at the woman in front of her. Her skin was white and beautiful, her long hair was curled up, her fingers were like white jade, and her figure was slender.

Any part taken out alone can definitely be called a city of love, so that people can't control their desire to commit crimes.

It's not known how many years canglongmen has been handed down. Naturally, there are any books in the Sutra Pavilion, which have a certain degree of records of ancient Chinese characters. Although it is incomplete, it also gives Qin fan a general outline in his mind.

This is why the Sutra Pavilion is the top priority for a school.

In recent years, even if there are some people, most of them are playing tricks to get money.

Looking around, there are countless people, at least thousands of people gathered around, carrying futons, sitting on the ground with folded knees, with meditation in their eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today's storytelling is about to begin. Please keep quiet. It's also the last day. It's up to you to see each other next."

An old woman next to him, leaning on a walking stick, walked slowly to the stage. The sound was like a bell and spread all over the audience.

They are wandering monks, and they will stay for a period of time to tell stories everywhere. It happens that Qin fan catches up with the last day.

For ordinary friars, they can hear storytellers tell stories about their blessings, and storytellers also need to tell stories to others. This is the process of their cultivation.

"It is said that the real storyteller has mysterious blood in his body. I don't know what kind of secret it is."

Qin fan is just like a mobile encyclopedia. He knows too much.

Although only know the surface, deep secret is difficult to understand, but at least not like illiteracy.

Sure enough, after a while, the girl in front of her spoke like a oriole, and everyone around her fell into obsession.

It is the power of storytellers, similar to sonic attack, which directly attacks people's mind and brings the deepest feeling.

For those who cultivate immortals, once they have the opportunity to enter the realm of Epiphany, their strength will advance by leaps and bounds. A real storyteller can artificially make people enter the realm of Epiphany, which is enough to see how powerful they are.

"Listen to the story?"

The indifferent voice transmission, with a kind smile on his face, makes people feel the breeze, and the tyranny in his heart seems to dissipate.

Even Qin fan is no exception, gradually fell into the obsession, the woman's voice has a special magic, people do not want to wake up.

Boom!

Real dragon blood flow, a silent roar suddenly exploded, Qin fan suddenly woke up, forehead has a layer of thin cold sweat.

Shocked, I didn't expect that in a twinkling of an eye, I was on the road.

If someone hit him at that moment, he would never escape.

Meng looked up at the storyteller on the stage. She also looked at Qin fan with an interesting look.

In the heart understand come over, oneself suddenly wake up, let in front of the woman had induction.

A quarter of an hour later, the voice of the woman fell, and everyone woke up. Some of them were for the first time, while some of them had been here before, showing different behaviors.

"In ancient times, there were many opportunities. Gods and Demons started from chaos. The whole land was completely occupied. Countless flames burned the land. People were displaced. Monks fought everywhere. Blood was everywhere. There was no complete land."

"But in this group of people, there is a special occupation. They are detached from the world, and their names are called storytellers. They record what happens in the world with their eyes, and pass it on from generation to generation, preserving the integrity of the story.""Storytellers have no fixed place to live, and they are home wherever they go. It's said that once they listen to storytellers, they will cause and effect secretly, and they will pay back one day."

There they kept whispering and talking about the woman in front of them.

Most of them are just ordinary friars or small sects here, but there must be some people from the gate.

Some Daden sects choose to arrange their disciples to enter the wilderness for training. Only after the baptism of blood and fire can they be qualified to embark on the journey.

A man in white, a white robe, blood red beads rolling on the clothes, is a very powerful secret.

The man opened his mouth, and a faint voice came out, "girl, I'm willing to hire you with a lot of money. Please stay here for another day. I don't know what to do."

For many people, if you can see the storyteller, even if you can repay the cause and effect.

After all, the storytellers in the whole mainland don't know how many people can see it. It's amazing.

"Thank you for your kindness. If there is a reason, there will be a result. If you have a chance to meet later, you might as well continue to discuss it."

Women don't eat people's fireworks. They are like relegated immortals, and their cool breath recovers.

No one knows what kind of background she has, no one knows where she comes from, and she appears out of thin air with the old woman beside her.

Qin fan has a sneer on his lips. This man is so bold that even the storyteller dares to provoke him.