Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

Hearing Guan Shanyue's words, the eyes of the audience lit up and looked at Han Lian in unison, almost eager to see through.

Before coming into contact with Han Lian, the word 'Martial Dao' was only heard by a small number of practitioners.

But when Han Lian was talking about the Tianjiao list, the great master of moving mountains left a deep impression on them.

In the bottom of my heart, I also have a little interest in the cultivation method of martial arts.

And when they heard that Guan Shanyue wanted to let Han Lian talk about martial arts and set up the martial arts list, they were all looking forward to it.

After all, this is nothing else, but the martial arts that everyone is like a dragon and everyone is like a gentleman.

Doesn't this mean that if martial arts flourished again, they would be able to practice if they wanted to?

If so....

The craze of the Tianjiao list has not yet dissipated, and now it is really fun to start a new list while the iron is hot!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host, your words aroused strong anticipation among the listeners, and you will be rewarded with 3,000 storytelling points!"

When Han Lian heard the notification sound from the storytelling system, his heart lit up, knowing that his storytelling points other than his follow-up storytelling had already been settled.

He looked around and looked at the expressions of the audience. After pondering for a while, he bowed his hands helplessly:

"This list, if you want to hear it, I'm naturally willing to say it."

He saw the audience's expressions getting more and more excited, but he poured a bucket of cold water all at once:

"However, the matter of opening the new list should not be too hasty.

After all, things like this can't be sloppy.

And after waiting for three days, I would like to open the martial arts list again and rank the martial artists in the world today.

I made you all happy today, I am truly sorry, and please forgive me. "

After hearing this, the listeners were slightly taken aback, and then a little loss flashed in their hearts.

Yes, it seemed to them no different from a boiled duck that flew and then the duck flew over and gave them a big pen.

But Han Lian didn't say that the martial arts list would not open, but that the three-day delay still gave them some hope.

After all, Mr. Han's list is innocent and the absolute standard has been confirmed on the Tianjiao list.

It was like the duck that flew away came back and let them take a bite. They tasted it and could only say it was delicious.

Even if they complained in the bottom of their hearts, Mr. Han still couldn't force them. They could only give up and had to wait.

Seeing that no one asked any more questions, Han Lian also held a fan and saluted to the audience.

Under their eyes, he drank his tea and turned to leave the stands.

.....

Nowadays, the listeners are in a difficult mood, and the same is true for the listeners who are listening to books in the guest room.

In a guest room, the situation is now tense.

You Huang and Yunxiu County Master were sitting opposite each other at the tea table, while You Li and Yun Feiyang were standing behind them, not even getting a seat.

The two of them had a lover who made fun of them, and looked at You Huang's eyelids twitching.

After all, her sister is an outsider, what else can I do?

"The two royal direct descendants, have you ever heard Mr. Han and that Guanshanyue speak?

Now that the Xunfeng Dynasty has been around for 1,700 years, who would have thought that the two demons and barbarians were still so arrogant and domineering.

I really never thought, could it be that after the death of Taizu, the kings of this Sunda Dynasty are not as good as one generation?

In the past, when this seat was only standing on the Yanbei city wall, those monsters retreated hundreds of miles. Now, what happened. "

"The little girl knows a little about this."

Yunxiu County Master heard these words, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't show the slightest bit of anger.

It's really a joke, if it's someone else, it's fine. This person's identity is not low in past life and this life. If the other party talks like this, he will naturally follow.

At this time, she completely lost her escaping words, and her demeanor was dignified and generous:

"My Yun family itself built the country with strength, and its national destiny is linked to the blood of the clan.

If the blood is strong, the country will be strong. This is the iron law.

No matter what happened before, you have also heard Mr. Han about Feiyang's bloodline. It will naturally be easier for him to become the king in the future. "

"It's easier? With such a bloodline, to be a guardian of the country?"

You Huang couldn't hear the tone of his words, but he was a little unhappy inside and outside the words:

"If it weren't for his bloodline, do you really think that he could still stand here well if he hooked up with my sister?"

"The difference between King Shura's words..."

"It's better to call me Shura in white, King Shura, as early as 1,700 years ago, he cleaned up the mess for this Sunda Dynasty and died.

Yun Feiyang, I have a hunch, now that Mr. Han wants to open the martial arts list again, the implication is not simple.

Martial arts may be an opportunity for the Sunda Dynasty to flourish again, depending on whether you can grasp it or not. "

"I..."

"You don't want to say anything. I didn't do anything to you, I was very restrained. I have a hunch that if my little sister follows you, I'm You Huang, I think it's the Shura King again!"

"..."

....

Different from the arrogance and murderous intent in this room, in the other room, there is a different scene.

Leng Hanchan had been standing in front of the window, looking at Han Lian's figure, wondering what she was thinking.

She is also a woman, or there may be other reasons, so Wu Miaomiao stayed by Leng Hanchan's side.

In this room, there is also an extra bed for her.

At this moment, she sat at the table with her hands on her cheeks and looked at Leng Hanchan, wondering what she was thinking.

The Zen Master Wuding was sitting next to another coffee table, twisting the Zen beads in his hands, his eyes lowered, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep.

When Han Lian disappeared from the stands, Leng Hanchan withdrew his gaze.

She came to Wu Miaomiao and sat down, frowning slightly, as if thinking about something.

The next moment, she vaguely guessed something, and suddenly opened her mouth.

"Elder Wuding, do you feel that the thing that Mr. Han woke me up and gave me before was like a 'sacred spring water' wrapped in a 'source'?

How do I feel that it is similar to the divine spring water on the holy mountain in Mr. Han's "Zhitianzhuan"? "

This!

After hearing this, Zen Master Wuding paused slightly as he twisted the Zen beads in his hand, and a little light flashed in his eyes.

In the bottom of his heart, Leng Hanchan rarely speculates.

Once she said something with such a speculative tone from her mouth, it was very likely that she already had the answer in her heart.

But if it's true...

When Zen Master Wuding thought of this, he naturally thought of the key point.

A terrifying divine light flashed in his eyes, and his palms could not help but tremble.

Could it be that the "Zhitian Biography" that Mr. Han said was not a fabricated story, but a real biography?

In any case, why did Mr. Han tell this story?

If it is said that Mr. Han's incredible methods may have appeared in the book, this is really unimaginable.

After all, in this realm, even if you practice to the extreme, it is at most equivalent to the quadruple realm.

If Mr. Han has the means of that world, what kind of existence is he?

When he thinks of this, his thoughts have begun to mess up, saying Tianjiao, open the martial arts list...

His thoughts were chaotic, and he couldn't think of any connection between them. In desperation, he could only give up.

He is not able to practice meditation, if he is willing, his state of mind will be able to settle down very quickly.

As calm as before, he continued to twist the Zen beads in his hands, and the old god was there.

"You and I have never seen that divine source, let alone any divine spring water.

If you guess like this, the old man doesn't know how to respond to you. "

"But Hanchan, since you've already thought of this, why don't you go and thank Mr. Han yourself?

After all, Mr. Han's rescuing you is a big favor. "

"It's... not good."

Leng Hanchan said hesitantly, and his cheeks were slightly red, but he still walked out of the guest room quickly, and finally he was able to bring a breeze.

"But Elder Wuding, you are right!"