Bishop's Retirement

"Jingxuan wants to choose a master for this sword in the righteous way of the martial arts, but looking at the righteous way of the martial arts, although there are so many masters, there is no one who can control this sword, and what's more, they are infected by the fierce spirit of this sword. Lost and turned into a lunatic!"

"A group of masters deeply felt that this sword was extremely fierce and evil, and that it was the most evil sword in the world, so they held a sword burial meeting in Yanliu Valley, intending to throw this sword into lava in front of righteous martial arts, and completely destroy it."

"And just as everyone was about to throw the sword into the lava, they saw a black shadow descending from the sky..."

At this point, Mr. Guo's voice paused slightly, and the story came to an abrupt end.

"no……"

Seeing that Mr. Guo paused, Aji said, "Why don't you say half of it, and then?"

"What happened to this evil sword? Has it been destroyed?"

During the words, Aji seemed extremely impatient, eager to know what happened next.

"Okay, Aji, don't be ashamed..."

Hearing Aji's words, Bai Luhan patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "This is Mr. Storyteller who is stuck at a critical moment and wants to give a reward. He should be able to say it later..."

"It's too bad, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Aji said, "I'm just stuck asking for money at a critical moment, at least I'll ask for it after I finish talking?"

Between the words, Aji complained full of complaints.

"I don't know what you are anxious about, little brat?"

At this time, Wang Ye on the side said: "This paragraph is about the fact that the Holy King is outnumbered..."

"The next step must be that the sword was not destroyed and was taken away by the Holy King!?"

Inside and outside the words, Wang Ye's expression was calm.

"How do you know?"

Regarding Wang Ye's words, Aji said: "You old money fan knows better than Mr."

"Were you there?"

As soon as this remark came out, Wang Ye rolled his eyes.

At this point he was just about to say something.

However, the guy who put up the sign came to the stage and said, "Mr. Guo, tonight's reward will be paid by the master of Tianshun pawn shop, you forgot?!"

As soon as this remark came out, Mr. Guo slapped his forehead: "Hey, look at my memory."

As he said that, he bowed his hands to everyone: "Everyone, I'm sorry, let's continue!"

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Guo shook his folding fan, and continued: "This black shadow descended from the sky, and Wulin Zhengdao immediately recognized that this black shadow is the Holy Monarch of the Demon Cult!"

"At that time, the masters of all factions did not hesitate, and they all attacked Shengjun!"

"The Holy Monarch is also tyrannical, and he is undefeated against the masters of various factions by himself. What's more, his martial arts are fierce and domineering, and he actually attracted the resonance of the bloody sword, and he flew into his hand to recognize the master!"

Talking about the fierce point, Mr. Guo simply used a folding fan instead of a sword to make repeated gestures: "The Holy Monarch is like a tiger with wings added after holding the Blood Fiend Sword, and his skill is even better than before. After a burst of sword energy kills, all the masters will be knocked back!"

"Especially the heads of the Taiyi Sword Sect, Donghai Shenshui Palace, and Xueshan Sect died on the spot!"

"The rest of the heads are also seriously injured!"

"That day, the Holy Monarch was holding the Blood Fiend Sword, brushed his fingers over the spine of the sword, and said softly: Who is the opponent in Jianghu? Look at the martial arts..."

Speaking of this point, Mr. Guo was eye-catching when he fell, and said in a deep voice: "I am respected!"

it is good!

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in Dengshi Teahouse applauded and won applause.

Seeing this scene, the smile on Wang Ye's face became brighter and brighter.

He didn't expect that the storyteller didn't make up anything.

He never thought that his story back then would be so popular.

At this time, Wang Ye listened to the applause from all the halls, but he was very happy in his heart.

Snapped!

But at this moment, Mr. Guo was stunned and continued to say: "Although this sage is an outstanding martial artist, he is a generation of heroes, but in the end he also ended up dead..."

"But who would have thought that the reason for this is actually because of women!"

woman?

Hearing Mr. Guo's words, Wang Ye secretly felt that something was wrong.

Chapter 223 Is This About Me?

When Wang Ye was in doubt, the huge hall instantly became quiet again.

Everyone already understands the majesty of the devil's sage.

What everyone wants to know now is how this former sage king who was so powerful in martial arts and intimidated all directions disappeared because of the death of a woman.

Seeing that everyone was quiet, Mr. Guo continued: "It is said that after winning the blood evil sword, the Holy Monarch's strength has greatly increased, and then he is rampant in the world, and no one can stop him."

"Even Bai Mingyu, the leader of the Righteous Path, can't stand against him and dare not show his face..."

"Nonsense!"

Before Mr. Guo could finish speaking, Bai Luhan said, "Bai Mingyu's martial arts is also the unity of heaven and man, and it is rare to meet an opponent..."

"Especially his Qiankun Sword Qi is even more powerful..."

"How could he not be the opponent of this sage?"

At this time, Bai Luhan asked directly.

"Good question..."

Hearing Bai Luhan's words, Mr. Guo on the stage smiled slightly and said, "This girl knows the anecdote of the world at first sight!"

"That's right, Bai Mingyu is the leader of the righteous way, and her martial arts are no longer in the realm of ordinary people."

"It's a pity that the girl only knows that Bai Mingyu's Qiankun sword is powerful and powerful, but she doesn't know that the sage also has the miraculous skill of clearing away evil spirits?"

"Clear wind and evil?"

Hearing Mr. Guo's words, Bai Luhan was slightly taken aback: "What kind of martial art is that?"

"This technique is the unique skill of the holy monarch. Once this move is used, it is like a breeze blowing on the face, but it can melt all martial arts in the world!"

"That day, the Holy Monarch fought with Bai Mingyu for three days and three nights, and Bai Mingyu's Qiankun sword energy and eight swords came out together, with the power to split mountains and seas, and divide rivers and rivers."

"However, even such an overbearing and outstanding martial art has been completely transformed by the Holy Monarch!"

Between words, Mr. Guo cadenced and faltered, and his eloquence was eloquent, which made people fascinated.

Aji on the side was even more amazed: "This little girl still has a lot of tricks in her movies. Once this provocative method came out, Mr. Guo actually said something more..."

Inside and outside the words, Aji was secretly delighted.

"No one knows the outcome of that battle. Everyone only knows that when Bai Mingyu returned, her clothes were completely ruined, her chest was stained with blood, and she was seriously injured."

!!!

This Mr. Guo even knows about this?

As soon as this remark came out, Wang Ye couldn't help being taken aback, and couldn't help but look at Mr. Guo with admiration.

Just when Wang Ye was in a daze, Mr. Guo's voice came through again: "After that, there will be the rampant demon sect I just mentioned, and no one can stop it."

"If it's according to the original, I'd say that more money will be added for this part, but I'm happy tonight, and I'll give it to you just now for this part!"

Between the words, Mr. Guo seemed quite generous.

"Mr. Guo is magnificent!"

Hearing Mr. Guo's words, the rest of the spectators booed.

"Since this sage is so powerful, why did he die again?"

Bai Luhan didn't seem to give up yet, so she opened her mouth to ask.

"Isn't this going back to the topic I just talked about?"

At this time, Mr. Guo smiled, picked up the Xingmu and threw it on the table, and said: "Please listen to these things!"

As soon as this remark came out, there was no sound in the huge Songfeng Tower.

After seven turns and eight turns, he can come back again, which shows Mr. Guo's ability to control the field.

At this time, Wang Ye looked very serious.

At this moment, even he wanted to know how this Mr. Guo could go on.

"It is said that although the martial arts of this holy monarch is strong, but this life is unrestrained!"

At this time, Mr. Guo closed the folding fan in his hand, and his words became a little more playful: "When the devil's religion was rampant in the world, he snatched all the beautiful women from all over the world and took them into saintesses."

"There are as many saintesses as there are 36 of them."

Speaking of this, Mr. Guo raised his tone.

Whoa!

Following Mr. Guo's words, the people present were in an uproar.

All the guests were extremely shocked by such a number.

???

As soon as this remark came out, Wang Ye froze in place with a dazed look on his face.

Damn, is this talking about yourself?

When he was in charge of the Devil's Cult, there were only six saintesses in its heyday, so there were 36 goddamn?

Where did the extra thirty come from?

Just when Wang Ye was stunned, Mr. Guo's voice continued: "In addition to these 36 saints, there are dozens of female slaves!"

"It's really unbearable for this sage to sing and sing every night in the Devil's Cult every day, and hold an open meeting with this saint and slave."

"Everyone also knows that Yuan Yang, the martial arts practitioner, is the most important thing. According to Shengjun's method, no matter how high the martial arts are, they will not be able to withstand tossing."

"In the long run, the sage's Yuanyang is exhausted, and the realm of martial arts has plummeted. Just as the righteous way secretly accumulated strength to jointly attack the demon sect, since then this generation of sages has died in the attack!"

I am special!

Hearing this, Wang Ye was completely helpless.

These gang of storytellers are really good at fucking, and they can make up nonsense while they are dead.

He endured thirty more saintesses.

But it's a bit too much for these dozens of female slaves to hold a naked meeting every day.

The most exaggerated thing is that I am tired of the temperament of martial arts battles that make everyone disappear. This grandson didn't write at all.

All the rumors went about their private lives.

Thinking of this, Wang Ye was just about to say something, but at this moment, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Turning his head, he saw Doctor Zhu on the side looking straight at him, with a strange gleam in his eyes.

"Treasurer Wang, listen to..."

At this time, looking at Wang Ye in front of him, Dr. Zhu said, "This is a bloody lesson!"

"This generation of sages, the high martial arts and the righteous martial arts are not his opponents, but in the end they died because they exhausted Yuanyang."

"It's really sad and deplorable for a generation of heroes to fall like this. From this, it can be seen that men must protect Yuanyang well!"

"My deer antler, tiger whip and ginseng wine can really nourish Yuanyang's strength and fatigue, so it's still too late for you to replenish it!"

Inside and outside the words, Dr. Zhu was heartbroken and spoke earnestly, as if he was really worried about Wang Ye.

"Mr. Zhu..."

Hearing Dr. Zhu's words, Wang Ye said, "You paid someone to write the manuscript of Mr. Guo's storytelling, right?"

This passage of storytelling is extremely real, thrilling and exciting, without the slightest fabrication. It was definitely the most realistic situation at that time.

But the style in the second half of this period has changed strangely, and he went to the chaos of private life and Yuan Yang.