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

Although martial arts are declining, the number of people who love martial arts and martial arts masters far exceeds everyone's expectations.

Most martial arts practitioners are single-passenger. Some people guard a place and protect a region, and naturally there are some who live a carefree life.

In a deserted mountain in Nanman, a man and a bear were sitting opposite each other, looking at the chessboard in front of them with great concentration.

The man was unkempt, and his height was at least ten feet.

He only used a thick python skin to cover his body, and he was often distracted while talking. He crushed countless chess pieces in his hands, which turned into powder and piled up into a small mound in front of him.

"Hurry up, it's my turn. By the way, Big Bear, how many pieces do you want me to play this game?"

He realized that he seemed to be losing the game, and he was only two steps away from being killed, so he asked the bear opposite him.

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

Hearing this, he stretched out a palm, gestured casually, and then lowered his head to continue chewing the bamboo shoot.

‘Six big pieces is a far cry from the original. So, at least thirty big pieces were lost. Even if Xiong Da used his hands and feet, he could only place twenty or so pieces....’He scratched his head reluctantly, hesitating whether to put down the chess piece in his hand.

If he put it down, he would lose, but if he didn't put it down, he always felt that he couldn't afford to lose.

At this moment, a loud eagle cry came from the sky. He looked up and his eyes lit up.

He saw a white-billed eagle circling in the air.

It cried again, and its body gradually slowed down. In the blink of an eye, it landed on the shoulder of the man.

It combed its feathers, then pecked off one, handed it to the man, and spoke in human language:"Master, the news you want has a result, it's all in it."

‘So fast?!' Hearing this, a smile appeared on his face. He threw away the chess piece in his hand and took the feather.

He placed the feather across his brow, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a golden light and disappeared.

After a few breaths, he slowly opened his eyes, a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he shouted"good".

Then he stood up and laughed softly,"This storyteller surnamed Han is really talented. Not only is he a good storyteller, but he is also very capable. He just ranked the Tianjiao list, and now he is going to rank the martial arts list.

If it is something else, it's fine, but if it is the martial arts list, I really want to see how many martial arts masters there are in this world.

I'm determined to join in the fun!"

Martial arts list?

The panda that was chewing on the bamboo shoots stopped immediately after hearing this. He raised his hand and pointed at the chessboard with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Master, this game will be over soon."

"Oh, right, right, I almost forgot."

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

When he let go, he saw cracks appear on the chessboard. Before he touched it, it shattered into pieces and turned into a pool of stone powder.

"Oh, I accidentally used too much force, um...I won't take advantage of you, let's call it a draw."

The man said carelessly without blushing or beating his heart.

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

But after thinking about it, it finally retracted its claws and bit the bamboo fiercely.

"Don't be angry, next time I let Tiger Two play chess with you, you will definitely win."

He chuckled, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice:"Tiger Big, Leopard Four, let's go out of the mountain!" As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of birds and beasts flying in the forest, and a white-haired tiger walked out slowly.

He looked around, then looked at the man and said:"Master, we have stayed in this forest for so long, who are we going to kill this time?

Could it be that the southern barbarians are attacking us?"

"They still want to fight me, I can't beat them to death, let's not fight this time, let's go listen to books!"

He laughed carelessly and waved his hand indifferently.

At this moment, a golden light flashed in the sky, but he grabbed it with his big hand and stopped it.

When the golden light faded, it turned out to be a leopard.

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

If it weren't for the strong figure of this man, this scene would look really out of place

"Hehe, this time we, the Four Martial Sect, are not going to fight, but to listen to books. Just like before, you can play rock-paper-scissors to decide who will do the hard work."

After hearing this, the tiger, bear, and leopard did not care. Only the white-billed eagle on the side looked a little reluctant.

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

The white-billed eagle looked at its wings and reluctantly retracted them......Xiaoxiang Road has beautiful scenery, and its mountains and rivers are the best in the world.

Although this road is close to the barbarians, there are few barbarians causing trouble.

If there is a real disturbance, it can be quelled in a very short time.

And the fact that this can be achieved is naturally attributed to the seven sects guarding Xiaoxiang Road.---Wushan Sword Sect.

There are many sword cultivators in Wushan Sword Sect, and its sect is located on Wushan Mountain, which is located to the west of Xiaoxiang Road.

This place is beautiful and has many rivers and streams. It is blessed by nature.

Originally, Wushan Sword Sect was just a hidden sect, and it had been guarding this place silently.

However, after the demise of the ancient Xiaoxiang Dynasty, it was naturally difficult to preserve the words"Xiaoxiang" in Xiaoxiang Sword Dao, so it was simply merged into Wushan Sword Sect, making its foundation more powerful.

In addition, the sword cultivators in the troubled times came down the mountain to help the dragon and succeeded, becoming the top three of the ten sects at that time.

Even after all these years, the strength of Wushan Sword Sect is not afraid of anyone except Wusheng Sect.

The confidence of this sect's long-lasting prosperity is the Wushan Sword Tomb in the sect.

In this sword tomb, it is said that the swords of the sword cultivators of Wushan Sword Sect from all generations are buried, and they have been nurturing the sword spirit.

In addition, the Xiaoxiang Sword Dao Sword Altar moved here and resonated with each other. It also gathered the strengths of several families and was almost complete. It was the most powerful sword sect since the destruction of the Dangtian Sword Sect.

Here, every sword perception is a rare resource.

The importance of the sword tomb is naturally beyond reproach, and there is no need to say more.

As a sect's heritage, it is naturally rarely used.

On this day, the Wushan Sword Tomb, which can only be opened after the sect election, was opened.

Wu Chouyi, the head of the Wushan Sword Sect, looked solemn and stepped into the depths of the sword tomb.

This place is indeed different from what people outside think, and there is a different world.

Eight iron chains shining with brown light hung down, and one end was a huge stone lock.

When the eyes gathered, they saw that at the other end of the iron chain, a figure was locked, hanging on a sword altar, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

Wu Chouyi looked at the locked man with an inexplicable look in his eyes. He did not show any emotions, but slowly walked to an iron chain and flicked his fingers.

Ding!

There was only a crisp sound, and a stream of sword energy shot along the iron chain towards the man in the middle.

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

His eyes were full of confusion and confusion. After a moment, he woke up and recognized the person.

""Sorrow?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and the sound it made was like a broken bellows, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Junior Master, it's me."

Wu Chouyi sighed in his heart, not wanting to think too much, and said bluntly:"Junior Master, Master and several Supreme Elders, and Master Ancestor have decided to release you from the Sword Tomb."

"Let me out? Let me out? That word is really well used."

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

"Have those old guys figured it out?"

"Junior Master Uncle doesn't know that a storyteller has appeared in the outside world.

He once established the Luoyu Realm Tianjiao List, stirring up the world's situation.

During a storytelling event before, he said that he wanted to establish the Luoyu Realm Wushu List.

To be honest, there is no one from my sword school on that list.

Although my sword is considered a martial art, it has long been independent and is not included in it.

If I want to spread the reputation of my Wushan Sword School, I think I need my master uncle to step in."

I saw him raise a small sword the size of a finger with his hand, and his expression became a little serious.

‘Wu Shan Sword Seal, quick! ' Wu Chouyi shouted, and the small sword in his hand flew, trying to cut the chain.

But before the small sword could cut the chain, he saw eight chains suddenly straightened, and then crackled and broke.

He raised his hand and pinched the small sword, feeling the breath in it, and then grinned.

"If I hadn't wanted to stay here, do you really think that the Thousand Forged Black Iron Sword Formation, which was mixed with the imprisonment of spiritual energy and blood, could trap me?"