Yuanshen: Liyue Storyteller, Zhongli Gives Me God's Heart

How did he know that Lin Zhibei didn't use the power of God's Eye at all.

This string of rain into swords is the fusion product of Lao Huang's sword, dragon snake, and sword intent and sword spirit!

Although the water god's eye may be able to achieve a similar effect.

But the degree of fierceness is simply impossible to compare with his own hand.

After hearing Xiao Longtao's words, Lin Zhibei understood the meaning very well.

How did he know he was wrong?

He was obviously scared!

Afraid of being retaliated by myself!

Aren't you the proud son of heaven, the owner of the Eye of God?

How do you know it's wrong now?

Lin Zhibei would not give this kind of bastard a chance.

A ray of sword intent swayed in the teahouse.

Everyone just felt a chill down their spine.

"Hiss—do you feel the feeling of hairs standing on end?"

"When you say that, it seems a bit true."

"what happened?"

After the sword intent filled the entire teahouse, Lin Zhibei spoke:

"You can forgive me."

"But, I'm afraid I'm asking you to get out of Liyue."

Lin Zhibei changed from his usual laughing and joking, and said in a serious and cold voice.

Just like how he treated tea doctor Liu Su before.

His idea is also very simple.

Anyone who provokes himself will have to pay the corresponding price!

Otherwise, wouldn't it be possible for random people to ride on their own heads and shit?

I have been playing with this Xiao Longtao for so long.

Just wait for Liwei this time!

Everyone in the audience knew that Lin Zhibei was really angry.

Everyone worked hard and finally made way for Xiao Longtao so that he could leave.

How dare Xiao Longtao say anything?

With his head down, he walked out of the teahouse disheartened.

The few people who had made sarcastic remarks in the audience before were like plague chickens, not daring to speak out.

Without looking at those people any more, Lin Zhibei sat behind the desk and resumed his smiling expression, as if he had never been angry.

Wake up and take a shot.

"Snapped!"

Open the book!

[Difficult, difficult, Daodexuan. 】

[Don't talk to a bosom friend if you're not right, talk to a bosom friend if you're right, it's useless if you're not right... the tip of your tongue! 】

PS: The new book is about to start, and the seedlings need everyone to take care of them. I sincerely ask everyone for a wave of data, a flower, and an evaluation ticket are the endless motivation for the author's code words!

No.16 Chapter Yijian Immortal Kneeling, Liyue Immortals

Underneath, Lin Zhibei was repeating the previous article.

Upstairs, Hu Tao saw Lin Zhibei's hand, which was made of rain into swords.

Immediately became more excited, unprecedented excitement erupted in Plum Blossom pupils.

"Wow, can someone really use the Eye of God like this!"

"so amazing!"

"It's a pity, I'm not the eye of the water god, otherwise I really want to try!"

But Zhongli, who was sitting drinking tea over there, frowned a little at Lin Zhibei's move.

When this person uses the so-called "Sword from Rain".

:Can you say that again? ? (seeking flower evaluation tickets)

There is no flow of elemental force at all...

how did you do that?

Is it possible to use strength to defeat cleverness...

Although Zhongli himself has done the thing of pulling up mountains, balling them up and throwing them out.

But I am a god.

Still the strongest of the Seven Gods.

The storyteller Lin Zhibei was just an ordinary person.

For a human being.

Such a delicate use of force to overcome ingenuity.

Is it really possible?

He thought so in his heart, but didn't say it.

On the other hand, Dadalia on the second floor has a completely different focus from Zhongli.

His focus is all on the destructive power of this blow.

Until I saw that porcelain bottle was smashed.

Just breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay, just a genius like me.

But more or less, he also became interested in Lin Zhibei.

"I really want to fight him!"

But soon, this thought was forcibly suppressed by him again.

"Well, forget it."

"Before completing Her Lady Queen's mission, it's better not to cause more trouble."

In this regard, the son is quite clear.

Compared with my own happiness, the task assigned by Her Majesty the Empress is more important.

Lin Zhibei on the first floor didn't know what the people above thought of him, and he just focused on telling the story with high spirits. 】

[The water sword lightly pierced through the indestructible water armor man, and the sword energy burst and exploded! 】

[He actually killed that water armor man with one blow! 】

【"One Sword Immortal Kneel!"】

Someone in the audience whispered: "Look at what I said, this old man is definitely not simple!"

"One Sword Immortal Kneeling, what an overbearing name."

"Don't let the immortals of Liyue hear these words."

"Yes, yes, it would be fine if Liyue's fairy family heard about it."

[The head teacher who gave the persimmon to the big yellow court passed away... the one who rode a bull and fortune-telling entered the first-grade astronomical phenomena in one step

【The one-armed old man muttered to himself, feeling lost. 】

【I recount all kinds of stories since I started holding the sword, including the grievances and hatreds with the woman in green. 】

O1

Lin Zhibei recounted the sad confession in a tactful and desolate way.

And the people in the audience listened to Lin Zhibei's self-narration by the one-armed old man, and they all burst into tears.

"It's like love!"

A middle-aged man sighed in dialect from the audience.

However, as soon as the words came out, he was slapped on the head by his wife next to him.

"Love a twist, you miss your ex again, don't you?!"

It caused a burst of laughter from others.

After the grief was over, Lin Zhibei changed the subject again, talking about the three people on the boat in a relaxed tone.

Especially when the old sword god teased Persimmon, the painting style that was originally sad immediately became humorous.

The people who were still in tears just now were all amused to laugh again.

"This one-armed old sword god really doesn't give Persimmon any face, hahahahaha.

"That's right, there's no one who demolishes the Ren family platform in person."

"Killing me."

Seeing the joy of the audience, Lin Zhibei couldn't help but smile himself.

Then go on.

[On the big river, the old man in sheep fur stands on the bow of the boat, his chest bursting with enthusiasm. 】

[Sword intent, that's what it is. 】

Just when the one-armed old man slashed out with a sword!

Lin Zhibei is broken.

soft hey.

"Snapped!"

With a striking shot, everyone wakes up from their dreams.

"Mr. Lin, the book you mentioned is very good."

Among the crowd in the audience, one stood up and said with emotion from the bottom of his heart.

"There are tears in laughter, and laughter in tears."

"Climaxes, ups and downs."

Lin Zhibei, who drank tea to soothe his throat, felt a little embarrassed after being praised so seriously

Putting down the tea bowl, he hurriedly said a few words:

"Where is it? It's all due to everyone's wrong love."

Instead of saying that Lin Zhibei is a good storyteller, it would be better to praise the book itself for its good writing.

In addition to Lin Zhibei's boasting fan group, there are more people who are interested in the one-armed old man

This is also normal, it is human nature to love the strong.

"This sheep fur old man is fierce just by hearing his name!"

"Immortal Yijian kneels, but don't let the immortals of Liyue hear this."

"But it's so domineering, I like it so much!"

"Who said that first-rank warriors are not as good as God's Chosen?"

"Whoever says that the eyes of gods are better than first-rank masters in the future, I will keep them and give them a good mouth first.