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

Although the martial arts withered, but the martial arts lovers and martial arts experts far exceeded everyone's expectations.

Most of the martial arts cultivators are single-handed, some people guard one place to protect one side, and naturally there are some idle clouds and wild cranes.

In a barren mountain in Nanman, a man and a bear were sitting there facing each other, looking straight at the chessboard in front of him.

The man was sloppy, and his stature was less than ten feet tall.

He just covered his body with a pair of sturdy python skin, and he was distracted for a long time between words. The chess pieces were in his hands, and he didn't know how much they were crushed.

"Come on, it's my turn to go, by the way, Xiong Da, how many do you plan to let me play in this game?"

He realized that he seemed to have lost the game, and he was only two steps away from being slaughtered by the dragon, and he asked the bear on the opposite side.

The bear was black and white, and his mind was not on the chessboard at all. At this time, he was holding a bamboo shoot and nibbling happily.

Hearing these words, a palm in the depths gestured casually, then lowered his head and continued to eat bamboo shoots.

'The six eldest sons are a bit far behind. After all, there are 30 eldest sons in the loss. Even if the bears use both hands and feet, they will only be less than 20 sons...' He was a little reluctant. Scratched his head, he has been hesitating whether to put down the chess piece in his hand.

If you let it go, you will lose, but if you don't let it go, you will always feel that you can't afford to lose.

At this moment, a resounding eagle cry came from above the sky, and he looked up, his eyes lit up.

But I saw a white-billed eagle hovering in the air.

With another cry, his figure gradually slowed down, and in the blink of an eye, he landed on the shoulder of that brain.

He combed his feathers, then pecked one of them, handed it to the man, and said, "Master, the news you asked for has come to an end, and it's all in it."

'So fast? ! ' Hearing this, he couldn't help but smile a little, threw the chess piece in his hand and took the feather.

However, he saw that the feather was placed between his eyebrows, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a golden light and disappeared.

After a few breaths, he slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he said "OK".

Immediately after that, he stood up and said with a low smile: "This Mr. Han, who is a storyteller, really has some skills, not only is he good at speaking, but he is also very capable.

He had just finished ranking the Tianjiao list before, but now he has to rank the martial arts list again.

It’s fine if it’s on the side, but if it’s about the martial arts list, I really want to see how many experts in martial arts still exist in the world today.

This is lively, I made up for it! "

Wu Bang?

The panda who was nibbling on the bamboo shoots stopped immediately after hearing this. He raised his palm and pointed at the chessboard, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"Master, this chess game will be over soon."

"Oh, that's right, I almost forgot."

He patted his head, picked up a chess piece, and placed it lightly on the chessboard.

But when he let go, he saw cracks appear on the chessboard. Before they could be touched, they shattered into pieces and turned into a pool of stone powder.

"Oh, I accidentally got too strong, um... I won't take advantage of you, even if it's a draw."

The man's face was not red and his heart was not beating, he said carelessly.

Seeing this, the panda tilted its head slightly, and its palms and claws gradually became sharper.

But after thinking about it, he finally retracted his claws and gnawed at the bamboo.

"Don't be angry, next time I ask Hu Er to play chess with you, you will definitely win."

He smiled, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "Hu Da, Leopard Si, let's go out!"

The voice fell, and in the forest, a burst of birds and beasts flew, and a white tiger walked out slowly.

He looked around, then looked at the man, and said, "Master, we have been in this forest for so long, who will we kill this time when we go out?

Could it be that Nanman is calling? "

"Just because they still want to fight, I can't kill them with a hammer. Let's not everyone this time, let's go and listen to the book!"

He smiled broadly and waved his hand indifferently.

At this moment, a golden light flashed across the sky, but when he saw that he made a big catch, he stopped him.

When the golden light dissipated, it was a golden leopard.

He pinched the opponent's neck and placed it on his shoulder, and the latter also jumped back and forth on both sides of his shoulder.

If it wasn't for this man's sturdy figure, this scene would look really discordant.

"Hey, let's go out of the mountain this time, not to fight, just to listen to the book, it's still the same as before, you can guess who will win or lose, and see who will do the hard work."

After hearing this, the tiger, bear, and leopard didn't take it seriously, only the white-billed eagle on the side looked a little reluctant.

In the blink of an eye, the palms of the three beasts were slightly bent, and two sharp claws were stretched out.

And the white-billed eagle looked at his wings and reluctantly took them back.

.....Xiaoxiang Road has beautiful scenery and is the best in the world.

Although this way is close to the barbarians, there are few barbarians.

If there is a real mess, it can be pacified in a very short period of time.

And being able to do this is naturally due to the seven sects guarding Xiaoxiang Road—Wushan Sword Sect.

Wushan Sword School is a multi-jianxiu, and its sect is located on Wushan Mountain in the west of Xiaoxiang Road.

This place is beautiful and handsome, and it is the origin of several large rivers. It seems to be uniquely blessed.

Originally, the Wushan Sword Sect was just a hidden world sect, and it has been guarding here, silently guarding one place.

However, since the demise of the ancient Xiaoxiang Dynasty, the word Xiaoxiang, the swordsmanship of Xiaoxiang, was naturally difficult to preserve, so it was simply merged into the Wushan Swordsmanship to make it more powerful.

In addition, in troubled times, Jianxiu went down the mountain to help the dragon and succeeded, and he became the top three of the ten sects of that year.

Even after all these years, the strength of Wushan Sword Sect is not afraid of anyone except no life teaching.

And this sect's enduring strength is Wushan Jianzhong among the sects.

In this sword mound, the swords that are said to be buried with swordsmen of the Wushan Sword Sect in the past dynasties have been nurturing sword intent.

In addition, the Xiaoxiang Kendo sword altar moved here to resonate with both, and it has gathered the leaders of several families to almost complete success. It can be regarded as the most powerful kendo sect on the bright side since the demise of the Dangtian Sword Sect.

Here, every kendo perception is a rare resource.

The importance of the sword mound is naturally understandable, needless to say.

As a faction, it is naturally rare to use it.

On this day, the Wushan Sword Tomb, which could only be opened after the Zongmen election, was actually opened.

Wu Chouyi, the head of the Wushan Sword Sect, with a solemn expression, stepped into the depths of the sword mound.

In this place, it is different from what the outside world thinks, and it is unique.

Eight iron chains shining with brown light hung down, and at one end were huge stone locks.

The eyes gathered, but saw a figure locked on the other end of the chain, hanging on a sword altar, life and death do not know.

Wu Chou looked at the person who was locked with an inexplicable look in his eyes. He didn't show any emotion, but he walked slowly to an iron chain and flicked his fingers.

Ding!

Only a crisp sound was heard, and a sword energy shot down the chain and shot towards the person locked in the middle.

Under the stimulation of this sword energy, the man trembled slightly and slowly raised his head.

His eyes were full of chaotic and dazed expressions. After a while, he woke up and recognized the person.

"Worry one?"

Its voice is a little hoarse, and it sounds like a broken bellows, which makes people uncomfortable.

"Little Master, it's me."

Wu Chouyi sighed in the bottom of his heart, and didn't want to think about it, he said bluntly: "Little Martial Uncle, Shizun, several Supreme Elders, and Shizu have all decided to release you from the sword tomb."

"Let me out? Let go? It's a really good word to use."

The man was a little surprised when he heard this, but he didn't do anything else, just sneered.

"Those old guys, did you figure it out?"

"Little Martial Uncle doesn't know anything, and now there is a storyteller in the outside world.

He had previously set up a list of Tianjiao in the feather world, stirring up the general trend of the world.

Just when he was telling a story before, he said that he wanted to set up a list of martial arts in the feather world.

Ashamed to say, there was no one from my Sword Sect on the arrogant list that day.

And although my kendo is considered a martial art, it has long been independent from it.

If I want to spread the reputation of my Wushan Sword Sect, I still need my uncle to come out. "

However, when he saw him turn his hand to sacrifice a small sword the size of a finger, his expression couldn't help becoming a little solemn.

'Wu Shan Sword Seal, hurry up! ' Wu Chou heard a low snort, and the small sword in his hand flew, trying to break the chain.

But the small sword had not yet reached the chain, but the eight chains were suddenly stretched, and then snapped apart.

He raised his hand to hold the small sword, felt the breath in it, and then grinned.

"If it wasn't for me who was willing to stay here, would I really think that the thousand-forged black iron sword formation with imprisoned spiritual energy and blood would be able to trap me?"