Fantasy: Storytelling Covers the Sky, the Saint Falls in Love

"Big brother, this is your wonton soup."

Just as the man at the wonton stand was talking to himself, a clear voice came from behind him, interrupting his thoughts.

He came back to his senses and looked at the little girl who was only as tall as the edge of the table. A little tenderness flashed in his eyes.

""Little one, where is the boss of your stall?""

What?"

The little girl was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then said:"Grandpa said that today is the day when Brother Han tells stories, so he went to deliver wontons to Brother Han and listen to the story on the way."

Brother Han...Could it be Mr. Han who talked about"The Legend of the Heavenly Lord"?

Although I can deduce countless possibilities of heaven and earth with the sword of Yi, I still can't see this person's whereabouts. I think he must be a powerful person playing with the world....This thought flashed through his mind, and in the blink of an eye his eyes became blank again.

Looking at the bowl of wontons in front of him, he scratched his head in surprise.

"Did you order the wrong dish? I just want some soup, but there are big wontons in it."

"You got it right, this is what Jiuliang is giving you."

The little girl looked at the ragged, dishevelled beggar in front of her, afraid that he would not want it, so she ran away and said loudly:"You are worse off now than before Jiuliang. Jiuliang will give you a big bowl of wontons. Eat enough and you won't feel uncomfortable."

"..."

He looked at the bowl of wontons in front of him, feeling a lot of emotion. His confused eyes became clear again. He did not look at the battlefield above the clouds, but looked at Jiuliang.

"Both parents died young, died in 17 years due to human calamity...Huh?!"

He looked at it again, then looked away, closed his eyes, and a drop of blood fell from the corner of his eye into the bowl.

"No, her fate has been changed. If nothing unexpected happens, she will live a dull life and die at the age of seventy.

Is this what Mr. Han did?...."

As soon as he thought of this, some thoughts flashed through his mind. After taking a sip of wonton soup, he stood up and casually broke off a branch in front of the wonton stall.

"The soup is delicious. Keep the nine ounces for me. I'll be back soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and the whole person began to rise. The sword spirit on his body gathered little by little.

He gently waved the branch in his hand, and the sword energy immediately split into several parts, separating the geniuses who were fighting fiercely.

In just a moment, he had already soared up to the clouds.

After looking around at the geniuses, he lowered his eyebrows and said to himself:

"The top ten of the Tianjiao list, now there are nine of them.

Now that I am here, the remaining one should have shown up, right?"

The Tianjiao were interrupted by a blow, and they were all a little unhappy, but when they went to investigate, they found that they could not sense the breath of this person, and their expressions changed slightly. This person's strength is probably above them.

"The one who is not restricted by his appearance and holding a branch is the second on the Tianjiao list, Yi Jianke Duxing?"

In the guest room, Leng Hanchan was watching the projection on the teahouse with great interest.

But after she found that the second on the Tianjiao list had taken action to stop the war, she knew in her heart that she should go out. With this thought flashing through her mind, she naturally did not hesitate at all, and the escape light stream turned into a rainbow light, soaring into the sky.

She did not conceal her aura, and once she appeared, the icy aura that kept people away from her emerged from her body.

And beside her, a moon wheel appeared, and its aura of freezing everything made all the Tianjiao look serious.

"Since Mr. Han has said that my strength is the best on the Tianjiao list, I will accept it.

If any of you disagree with Mr. Han's Tianjiao list, then we can see the truth with our hands."......In the Tongtian Pavilion Teahouse, Leng Hanchan's appearance made many listeners exclaim.

And her temperament that kept people at a distance made them give up any thoughts.

"The top ten of the Tianjiao list are all here!"

Someone looked at this scene with excitement in his eyes and couldn't help shouting:

"I seem to have seen Leng Hanchan, who is number one on the Tianjiao list. He is right over there in the guest room!"

Someone suddenly thought of something and exclaimed.

"I just don't know if there is any genius who can rival Yue Lian the Exiled Immortal."

"..."

At this point, the conversation in the teahouse was ignited, and all kinds of discussions were heard.

Han Lian saw this, but he ignored it. He looked up at the projection of the Taiyin and Taiyang formation, his heart full of expectations.

Before he appeared in the book, Leng Hanchan's strength was the best among the geniuses, but he could not resist the destiny.

Now that he has appeared as a variable, everything has begun to shift. He absolutely cannot sit idly by and watch this happen.

Although it is a bit of a stretch to fight one against nine, his foundation and accumulation are really enough....As soon as Leng Hanchan appeared above the clouds, he attracted the attention of all the geniuses.

They looked at Leng Hanchan, and their eyes were more or less solemn. The geniuses confronted each other.

"Now that you are here, don't waste any more time. If you don't want to fight, let me try this number one prodigy first!"

Feng Xiu's alcohol had already worn off, but his blood was boiling.

As soon as he finished speaking, flesh and blood began to emerge from his white bone image, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a giant.

There were dragon snakes entwined around the image, and his hands appeared beside his head, like a statue.

When he raised his hand, a heavy aura emerged above his head, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into the shadow of a mountain and smashed towards Leng Hanchan.

""Move the mountain!"

He roared, and the shadow of the mountain became several times larger. A mountain of a hundred feet high smashed down on him.

Leng Hanchan saw this, and her expression did not change at all. She just stretched out her finger and gently tapped the mountain.

Ding!----An extremely crisp sound was heard, and the mountain, in just an instant, turned as transparent as ice. When it was lightly touched, it immediately turned into a moon shadow and disappeared without a trace.

"Nie Tong, the idea is difficult, and he picked her up side by side!"

After he finished speaking, he did not hesitate at all, and directly controlled the celestial phenomena and rushed towards Leng Hanchan.

Nie Tong couldn't help but twitched his mouth when he heard this, but he still used his means and rushed forward.

"Blood God Heavenly Phenomenon, rise up!"

He shouted angrily, and the blood pool behind him began to boil. A scarlet arm stretched out from the blood pool and struggled to climb out of it. Above the Heavenly Phenomenon, there was resentment and blood flowing.

‘Sacrifice the soul with blood, three lives and three deaths, curse with blood, go! 'As soon as the thought fell, one of the arms of the sky exploded and turned into a huge word"resentment", attacking Leng Hanchan.

Seeing Feng Xiu and Nie Tong's attack, Leng Hanchan's expression did not change at all. The cold moon wheel beside her turned, forming a layer of light shield, blocking all the attacks of the two.

Seeing that other Tianjiao were watching, Leng Hanchan took a deep breath, and a sky image as bright as moonlight suddenly appeared, but it was flowing with ten layers of halo.

Leng Hanchan's cold moon wheel returned to its position behind the head of the sky image, and her voice came from the sky image.

"Please help me!"