Super Bloodline: The Devouring System

There is a school behind the storytelling. Although this powerful school is sparsely populated, it can be respected by one person!

"Girl, I come down from xuejianzong..." The man frowned deeper, and there was a trace of dissatisfaction in his tone.

Who saw him in the past was not servile, let alone dare to resist.

I think I've already looked up to her good words. If it wasn't for her storyteller's sake, I wouldn't have looked at her more.

As the man's voice came out, the people around quickly stepped back and looked in the direction of the man with panic on their faces.

"I didn't expect that the descendants of the Blood Sword sect would appear here. I've been hearing about it in the past, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes this time."

"Blood Sword sect, the most important thing is that everyone's hands are covered with blood. It's a real magic cultivation. Only killing can sacrifice blood to the magic sword."

"It seems that the girl is more or less unlucky. She has been targeted by the people of the Blood Sword sect. It can only be said that she is in bad luck."

There are taboos in their eyes. No one wants to offend xuejianzong.

To put it simply, everyone in the sect is a group of executioners. If you approach them, you may not know when you will be killed.

Qin fan looked on coldly. One second, everyone was still listening to the story of the book girl. The next second, such a thing happened, and everyone was indifferent.

I have to sigh that the world of Xiuzhen is so cold and heartless, no matter how good you are to others, no one will take you to heart.

"Well, in that case, I'll take it as a reward for her kindness."

After thinking for a moment, Qin fan raised his right hand slightly, and a wisp of real Qi came out in his palm, ready to make a move.

He was a man who knew his kindness and wanted to repay his kindness. Although he didn't help him, he was also the first strange person he met after he came out.

The most important thing is that he is not afraid to offend others. In other people's eyes, xuejianzong is extremely powerful, but compared with canglongmen, he is afraid that he doesn't even deserve to lift his shoes.

"Hum!"

Who knows, before he can do it, the old woman next to the girl moves. The leading crutch in her hand is like thunder. Suddenly, a thunder and lightning appears out of thin air.

Boom!

The Blood Sword sect disciples didn't wait to respond. They were directly hit by thunder and lightning, and there was a shrill scream.

All flesh eyes visible, blood dried up, skin cracked, the whole person became a piece of black charcoal, lying on the ground constantly shaking.

"I'm really tired of living. Even the storytellers dare to provoke me. Is it because they haven't been born for a long time that everyone has forgotten?"

The old woman's angry voice came out, and her bent body suddenly straightened up, with the demeanor of a world expert.

Without two brushes, how can we protect the woman as a guardian? Her task is to protect the road.

Inadvertently, she looks in the direction of Qin fan. The old woman nods. She has a good impression of the scene that Qin fan intends to do.

Qin fan raised his hand and hugged his fist. He didn't stay here and left quickly.

In my heart, I was shocked. I didn't expect that the storytelling vein inherited from ancient times was really encountered by myself.

I always thought that the storyteller in front of me was just a wild road. I didn't expect that she came from a orthodox family.

"It's better for this kind of people to have less contact. If they don't pay attention, they may be eaten without bones."

There are many good people in this kind of strange people, most of them are eccentric, and no one dares to have close contact with them.

For them, Qin fan has always been a distant attitude, can not contact or try not to contact the good.

Looking at Qin Fanyuan's figure, the old woman's eyes showed a thoughtful look, "interesting little guy, there is a black dragon on his body. If there is no accident, it should be a person from the black dragon gate."

Storytelling and canglongmen are also inherited from ancient times, and naturally they all know the root and the bottom.

The old woman did not stay here any longer. With a slight shock of her right hand, a lotus leaf appeared at their feet and disappeared.

Then the people gaped at the scene, which was beyond their expectation.

How can ordinary people know the power of storytelling? At most, they have only heard the legend of storytellers.

"Grandma, who was that boy just now? Why did he want to help but leave again?"

The old woman and the girl came to an empty valley. The girl wrinkled her lovely little Qiong's nose and asked suspiciously.

The girl is not very big. She is only 14 or 15 years old, but even so, she is a beauty.

"Naturally, we are afraid that we will plot against him."

The old woman smiles, leans on the dragon's head crutch, takes the young girl to walk toward the distance.

The reason why storytelling pulse was born is to help the girl experience and carry forward the fame of storytelling pulse.

"Ling'er, don't think about anything else. Your task is to improve your strength as soon as possible, so that you can rise completely on the day of blood moon"

looking at the girl's thinking look, the old woman interrupted her thinking and said.For her age, keeping a pure heart is the most important factor of cultivation. Thinking about other things will slow down the process of cultivation.

The girl nodded wisely, but inadvertently remembered Qin fan's appearance in her mind. After all, there were few people in the storytelling circle. After she came out, she had no contact with outsiders under the care of the old woman.

The old woman bowed her head to meditate, thinking about things, and did not find the change of the girl.

"At this time, the disciples of Canglong sect come out to experience. Do they want to be a leader or have other purposes?"

She didn't know what the state of canglongmen was and didn't dare to decide.

After all, in terms of overall strength, canglongmen is not weak. It has been thousands of years, but now there are still some old people who have survived.

Shaking her head and burying these things in the bottom of her heart, she is just a servant of storytelling, and there are elders on it, so she doesn't need to worry about it.

When I think of the things that will happen in the near future, I feel a touch of melancholy in my heart. I can't tell the reason clearly.

……

Qin fan had already gone away to avoid getting into unnecessary trouble.

Canglong sect and many sects are feuds. He knows that Canglong's ancestors were not kind people at the beginning. Burning, killing and looting were all evil.

"Well, if one day we meet the mortal enemy of canglongmen, it will be over."

Before leaving, he asked and repeatedly told him that once you meet an irresistible enemy, you must not be tough.

Although some old guys will not put down their position to make trouble with him, in case of an accident, no one can make it clear.

I found a tavern at random and lived in it. I turned my head and looked at the sky in the distance. It was a misty scene, with raindrops falling on the earth.

"Xiao Er, a pot of turbid wine, a dish of beef and a dish of peanuts."

I don't know how long I haven't experienced this kind of day. I can't help recalling what happened at the beginning.

"Well?"

At this time, I noticed that there was a man on the opposite table who was very special and looked at him subconsciously.

The man carried a huge brush and put a map of mountains and seas in front of him. He didn't know what was painted on it.