Inn Storyteller: A 500-year-old female senior in love

Chapter 128

On the second floor, the Tianzi box.

“Four Elders!”

Dugu Rebellion, Overlord Sword Emperor, and Ling Jianhou all shrank their pupils.

They didn’t expect that.

The Great Yan Dynasty actually had such four top true saints as hole cards.

“Sword Master senior, Senior Ling, do we need to change our plan?”

The Overlord Sword Emperor said with burning eyes.

There is no doubt that the four elders are strong.

Back then, Chen Dufu, the Great Yan Sword God of the True Saint Six Heavens, was suppressed.

From this peeping leopard, you can know how strong the strength of these four elders is,

The sword master was silent.

It wasn’t until after a long time that he slowly spoke: “The Great Yan Dynasty, this seat will definitely go, when Xiaozhu was killed by the people of the Great Yan Dynasty, if it were not for the Immortal Phoenix True Blood Nirvana, he could be reborn from the ashes, I am afraid that it would have turned into a pile of dry bones now.” ”

“This seat has long sworn that if he can know the real murderer behind that year in this life, whether it is the upper poor blue falling to the Yellow Spring, this seat will go to take revenge and die at all costs.”

“And…”

Dugu Bei paused and continued: “This matter has long been a demon in my heart, if I escape one day, I will not be allowed to enter the saint for one day, and if I do not enter the saint, at most for more than a hundred years, I will also die because the limit is approaching and the five decay of heaven and man.” ”

“Instead of that, Honza might as well give it a go.”

When Ling Jianhou on the side heard this, his eyes flickered slightly: “Dugu Daoyou, Ling Mou thinks that this is a good opportunity.” ”

“Oh? What is the explanation for this? Dugu raised his eyebrows.

Ling Jianhou smiled slightly: “Since Mr. Ning said, those four elders are sleeping in the Great Yan Ancestral Land, and the Great Yan Ancestral Land is at least a million miles away from Zhongzhou, even if he is a true saint in the world, if he wants to wake up from the deepest slumber and come back again, it will take at least an hour.” ”

“An hour is enough for us to do a lot.”

Dugu Fan pondered for a moment when he heard this, and then nodded.

Truth, indeed, is such a truth.

One hour is enough for them to destroy the entire palace!

After a pause, Dugu Rebellion and Ling Jianhou looked at the Overlord Sword Emperor at the same time and smiled:

“Yue Daoyou, you have only been practicing for five hundred years so far, you are the junior of my wait, and you are also the one who shoulders the hope of the future of Kendo.”

“You should not be involved in this matter.”

Overlord Sword Emperor Yue Qiu Shan was about to speak.

Dugu Fu had already stretched out his hand and pressed down, and said with a smile: “Yue Xiaozi listened to me, you and the Great Yan Dynasty, in fact, there is no blood sea deep feud, there is no need to fight with the Great Yan Dynasty so much now.” ”

“But I’m different from Ling Daoyou, and the two of us and the Great Yan Dynasty have long been in an unending situation.”

“If this feud cannot be resolved, Ling Daoyou and I will not be able to close our eyes even if we die.”

The Overlord Sword Emperor opened his mouth, and finally let out a long sigh and remained silent.

Dugu Fu and Ling Jianhou had already looked at each other, and they both laughed heroically.

“Ling Daoyou, you may never go back here, are you afraid?” Dugu asked with a smile.

“Then it’s gone! As early as the moment when his relatives died, Ling was a lone ghost in the Yang world, what was he afraid of? Ling Jianhou replied with a laugh.

“Good!”

Dugu Yi laughed loudly and said, “After three days, then you and I will go on the road at the same time!” ”

After speaking, the corners of Dugu Fu and Ling Jianhou’s mouths hooked, and they hummed the little song of the year at the same time.

“Babbling, I was the most arrogant when I was young…”

“Babbling, I was the most spirited back then…”

“…….”

Seeing this, the Overlord Sword Emperor on the side drank a bowl of spirits, his thoughts were complicated,

……

On the high platform.

Ning Chuan took a deep breath and said:

“Now, declare the number one in kendo in the world!”

As soon as these words fell, the countless listeners present were shocked, and their eyes looked at Ning Chuan.

One of the four elders of the same age as the country, the Bliss Sword Venerable, is not the first in the world’s kendo list, who is the first when he can do it?

Countless people’s eyes flickered,

Ning Chuan, on the other hand, showed a look of reminiscence in his eyes, and slowly spoke:

“When the world was number one in the kendo list… Sword Ancestor! ”

“About the Sword Ancestor, I won’t say too much, and the rest of you will comprehend it on your own.”

“Sword Ancestor, one sword buries a person of an era!” ’

……

That said.

Located in the East End, back position.

The old man in the ancient Taoist robe really changed color for the first time!

“Sword Ancestor? He’s alive? How can it be!!! ”

The old man in the Daoist robe showed disbelief in his eyes, and he roared low.

Panicked.

At this moment, the Daoist robe old man’s face showed panic for the first time.

“Grandpa, who is the Sword Ancestor?” The little girl with a pigtail on the side spoke in confusion.

The words Sword Ancestor, she had never heard of it.

The Daoist old man’s face was difficult to see, “Sword Ancestor… This person is the first great cultivator of kendo in ancient times, and he is also known as the originator of kendo! ”

The little girl with pigtails suddenly opened her mouth in shock, “Sword Ancestor… The Ancients? Still alive? ”

The old man in the Daoist robe did not speak, but suddenly raised his head, his gaze looked through the Tianji Tower, looking beyond the Nine Sky Tower.

“Sword Ancestor… How could it be possible to survive that catastrophe? ”

……

Tianji Building.

As Ning Chuan spit out the words ‘Sword Ancestor’, everyone’s faces were filled with dazedness.

Sword Ancestor…

It’s a completely unfamiliar name.

And bury an era with a sword?

Aren’t they alive and well now? What era was buried?

Everyone was confused.

Without waiting for everyone to ask, Ning Chuan had already closed the folding fan with a ‘bang’, and said with a slight smile:

“Gentlemen, today’s main text and miscellaneous content have come to an end.”

“After three days, we’ll be gone.”

The words fell.

As soon as Ning Chuan stepped on his feet, he immediately cast a unicorn step, landed at the door of the box on the third floor, and stepped into the box.

“Mr. Ning!”

Someone was about to shout.

“The light is everlasting.”

The cloud machine located in the organ room had already pulled down the wooden bolt that activated the Holy Light Array.

Burst!

A blue light, centered on the Tianji Tower, extended in an arc to all around.

Suddenly.

All the monks in the Tianji Tower and within a thousand meters were like being in a warm ocean.

Endless soft holy light, like a warm ocean of aura, enveloped them.

Tens of thousands of cultivators hurriedly did not dare to delay, and sat cross-kneeled one after another, calming their minds and began to absorb the spiritual energy in this holy light.

As for Bai Xiaohang and Yan Qingfei, they quickly began to act.

Except for those ordinary old listeners in Lin’an City, the rest collected money one by one.

Ten spirit stones per person is not expensive,

……

Third floor, inside the wings.

“System.”

Ning Chuan said silently in his heart.

[Storytelling remaining: 120,000]

[Draw card remaining: 3 intermediate lottery cards]

Ning Chuan looked at the system panel that appeared in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

This time the harvest is indeed more than the last time!

“It seems that today, I can take a good time.” Ning Chuan smiled slightly.