Eternal Sacred King Chapter 248: The storyteller

In the northwest corner of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was a market called Yongxingfang. There were all kinds of people, including three religions and nine streams, and it was very lively.

In a corner of Yongxingfang, a group of people surrounded.

There was a space in the middle of the crowd, and there was a table. An old man wearing a Confucian crown, a long gown, three strands of long beard, and a ruddy complexion leaned on the back of a chair.

The old man pressed the awake wood on the table with his left hand and shook a paper fan with his right hand.

Looking at this outfit, coupled with the wooden table on the table, and the folding fan in his hand, you know that this person is a storyteller who wanders among the people, and specializes in talking about the legends of gods and monsters.

The stories told by storytellers are mysterious, magnificent, and bizarre. For most mortals, they are very attractive.

"The battle was fought so dimly, the mountains fell and the ground was cracked, the earth was full of corpses, bleeding and drifting, it was extremely tragic!"

Waving a paper fan, the old man said loudly: "This strong human race took a step and made the void tremble; with a loud shout, he can roar down the stars; turning his hands into clouds, covering his hands as rain, although the dragon is powerful , Has the power of overwhelming the sun and the moon, but still lost to this person."

Everyone around listened attentively.

"A battle lasted for two days and two nights, and the dragon was finally slashed by this person! The dragon was splashed with countless blood, and many creatures could not dodge, being splashed by this blood, and the body could not bear the blood of the dragon. Power, explode and die..."

Many people secretly uttered an exclamation.

Seeing everyone's reaction, the old man was very proud, shaking his folding fan lightly, twisting his long beard, and nodding and smiling.

"Hehe..."

At this moment, there was a sneer from outside the crowd.

"These illusory things are just fooling mortals. It's ridiculous. After fighting for two days and two nights, who has such a strong physical strength? Even the Shenlong has been pulled out, as if you have seen it!"

The speaker is a foundation building monk.

This person happened to pass by here, paused and listened for a while, couldn't help but sneer again and again.

Actually, true cultivators don’t bother to listen to these things, they can easily distinguish the true from the false.

When the old man saw that he was pierced by someone, he couldn't help but blush, as if he became irritated, he stalked his neck and asked, "How do you know I haven't seen it?"

"Oh?"

The foundation building monk squinted at the old man and sneered: "You don't have any aura in your body. I am not a practitioner of the Taoist monk. I would like to ask you, where did you see the dragon, eh?"

Using spirit sighting, you can easily detect that this old man is just the most ordinary mortal.

When the old man heard that the other party was a cultivator, he suddenly became weak, his eyes dodged, and he retracted his neck, muttering in a low voice: "I've seen it anyway."

The foundation building monk curled his lips and left with a sneer.

Not far away, there was a man in a gray robe, slightly fat, without a white face, and carrying a folding fan in his hand. He was walking towards this side.

"The storyteller, keep talking!"

Someone couldn't wait and urged.

The old man swept his gaze, and saw the person coming, suddenly the Awakening Wood in his hand fell, and he snapped, crisp and loud.

"If you want to know what is going on, let's listen to the next breakdown!"

The old man put the Xingmu in his arms, gathered the paper fan, and waved his hand: "Let’s break up, talk about it another day."

"Cut!"

There was a boo in the crowd.

Seeing the old man got up and left, everyone stopped staying here and dispersed.

The old man got into the crowd and disappeared in three steps and two steps.

In an empty corner, the old man and a grey-robed monk met.

"Old man, I failed, I didn't succeed."

The grey-robed monk had a bad face, it was Lin Xuanji who had just escaped from the ancient ruins.

The old man twisted three long beards and looked inscrutable. He smiled and said, "I expected it a long time ago."

"I am!"

When Lin Xuanji heard this, he jumped up with anger, and said: "You old man is so cruel. You have already pushed the show and let me go to that ruined place? It almost killed me!"

"What do you know?"

The old man was dark and calm, and said: "The hexagrams I deduced show that your trip is not dangerous. Although you are doomed to fail, it is worthwhile!"

"Really...?" Lin Xuanji asked, grinding his teeth.

"That's natural, and my hexagram can't be wrong." The old man was very confident.

Lin Xuanji couldn't help it anymore, and said loudly: "I didn't even catch the shit, so I ate a little egg juice, and a dog ate the rest!"

"What egg juice, what dog?" The old man was slobbered, a little confused.

Lin Xuanji recounted what happened in the Dragon's Cave, the ancient ruins.

"Have you eaten the dragon egg? Frozen!" The old man shivered in anger, raised his palm, and slammed it toward Lin Xuanji's big face.

"Hey! Don't fight, don't fight...It's not me, it's Su Zimo, and a dog..."

Lin Xuanji kept dodging, but to no avail, he snapped a red five-fingerprint on his left face.

"Old man, I also used the little mover."

"Pop!"

Without a word, the old man slapped again.

A five-finger print quickly appeared on Lin Xuanji's right cheek, but it couldn't fade away.

The old man twisted his beard and frowned, "This is irrational. The hexagram image can't be wrong. You should be worthy of this trip. Isn't it... the hexagram image refers to that Su Zimo? Body?"

"By the way, old man, this man is a bit of a genius, I can't figure out his origin and luck." Lin Xuanji said.

"Is there anything like this?"

The old man's eyebrows exuded a faint fluctuation, which instantly enveloped the entire royal city. Soon, Su Zimo was found in a restaurant.

A little soft flocculation appeared in the old man's eyes, which quickly dispersed and turned into a gray mist.

The old man spread out his palms and deduced.

As time goes by, the old man's brows become deeper and deeper, his expression becomes more solemn, and his face becomes paler.

Using the old man's cultivation as the realm, he shot and deduced a foundation-building monk, which can be completed almost in a blink of an eye.

But now, an hour has passed.

Lin Xuanji held his breath and waited quietly, for fear of disturbing the elderly.

In the past half an hour, the old man trembled all over~IndoMTL.com~ With a snorted sound, the softness in his eyes disappeared, and there were bloodshots, terrifying!

"Old man, how are you?"

Lin Xuanji knew that this situation was the result of forced deduction.

Some people have special fate. If they are forced to deduct, and if they don’t close their hands in time, it is normal to lose their eyes. In severe cases, bad luck may even come!

"It's okay."

The old man waved his hand, let out a long sigh, and meditated: "This son's fate is ordinary, there is nothing surprising in the beginning, but an expert has changed his fate against the sky, making his fate change drastically, I I can't deduct it anymore."

"Huh?" Lin Xuanji widened his eyes and asked in disbelief: "Change your fate against the sky?"

He knows best the weight of these four words, even the old man in front of him can't do it!

"Huh?"

At this moment, the old man's expression changed, and his eyes became brilliant!