"That neon coat is here!" the storyteller smiled, smiling in a creepy way!

Right here?

Everyone couldn't help but shake their heads and look around, until everyone's faces showed a look of expectation, and they felt deceived. I couldn't help but feel that I was ridiculous again, not only did I listen to the nonsense of this old storyteller, but I also looked around stupidly, for fear of missing a corner.

So, everyone laughed awkwardly.

"You old man, you really insult people!" Sheng Menkong glared angrily, jumped up suddenly, and was already on the storytelling platform when he landed, "I waited for the wind and snow to come, and I suffered all the hardships of eating and sleeping in the open along the way, and I still have to be bullied by you?"

Kong Youliang's seat was on the left side of the right, at least three zhang away from the storyteller's desk, and looking at his tiger-backed burly, he actually jumped down, and he didn't even make a sound.

Everyone was secretly amazed while waiting for the show.

Everyone actually felt aggrieved in their hearts, feeling as if they had been tricked by the old man as a monkey, who didn't want to be angry, but in such a scene, how many masters of the fighting realm were hidden above the guest hall, maybe there were some famous people among them, who would be willing to be in such a limelight?

"Shandong Holy Gate?" the storyteller still had a pleasant face, and said with a smile, "Su asked the Confucian family of Shandong Holy Gate is the Confucian Sheng, and the ancestors are from the Qi Sect Orthodox, if it is not for the great Confucianism respected by the traveling countries, I am afraid that at least it is also the realm of Zongwu." ”

"Heh!" Kong Youliang raised his head proudly, "The old man really knows a lot. ”

However, the etiquette of Confucianism lies in governing the country and educating the people. ”

The storyteller said, "The ancestors have been burdened by Confucianism all their lives, and they don't care about the fighting spirit, and the old man thinks that this must be the root knot of Confucius's inability to make a name for himself in the fighting spirit world in later generations." ”

Kong You's face turned purple with forgiveness, but he couldn't hold back a word to refute.

For a long time, Shandong Confucius has indeed been respected by all walks of life, but in the world of fighting spirit, those major events that shake the mountains and the earth, as well as the famous masters of the wind and clouds, have never had the figure of the Confucian family of the Holy Gate.

Everyone looked at the purple eggplant face on the stage and couldn't help laughing.

You must know that Sage Confucius traveled to various countries and said the world with his tongue, which Cheng thought of now, but he still can't talk about it.

"I'll let you see how powerful the Kong family is!"

Kong Youfor's luck was in the palm of his hand, and he came out with a cross arm and hit the storyteller's shoulder.

This move is indeed not to disgrace the Kong family, as a fighting qi master, the habit of luck in the acupuncture points all the year round, as soon as he makes a move, he habitually has to impact the opponent's death point, and the luck is in the whole body, only if the death point is hit, the qi and blood in the body will not be able to carry around, and he will lose his fighting strength.

Kong Youliang is a descendant of Kong Men in the end, and he hit him on the shoulder, obviously just to teach the storyteller a lesson.

The palm wind is coming, and the air is away.

The storyteller didn't move, and the wood stood there.

"Huh?" Kong Youliang wondered in his heart, although he only used three points of qi, even if he was a burly man, he should fly out and get out of the way.

"He's also a vindictive!"

Kong Youliang raised his breath again, and added three points of airway.

The storyteller remained motionless.

Everyone was looking at it below, and some people actually sighed.

"Damn, you can't lose all the face of Kongmen. "Kong Youliang feels that life and death are small, and face is big, as a descendant of Kongmen, if even this old man can't be defeated, don't say it's a battle for neon clothes and feathers, how can there be a face in the fighting spirit world in the future?

Kong Youliang withdrew his right palm, and his body was lucky for a week, so he struck with all his strength.

"Bang!"

After a loud bang.

Kong Youliang and the storyteller each took three steps back.

"Thank you for your mercy!" the storyteller bowed in thanks.

Kong Youliang returned the salute with fists with both hands, without glancing his head, and stepped off the stage.

Most of the people praised it, in the end, it was the descendant of Confucius, who was open-minded and reluctant to start with this old man. Look at Kong Youliang's ability to jump on the stage just now, his silent skill is at least the strength of the third stage of the Douqi Martial Arts Realm, if he is ruthless, the old man is afraid that it is that shoulder, and even the flesh and bones should be knocked away.

Only Shen Lang's heart fluctuated, maybe it was because his vindictive spirit cultivation was slightly higher, maybe it was because the wine table was closest to the storyteller's table, in short, he came to a very correct conclusion that this old man's vindictive spirit was at least in the Holy Martial Realm.

Although the Saint Martial Realm is only one order higher than the Martial Artist Third Rank Realm, the difference between the first order of the Fighting Qi is by no means comparable to the difference of one stage, and the breakthrough of the Chaos Realm is a leap in the Fighting Temperament.

"Although the old man is a storyteller, he doesn't like to speak. The storyteller walked back to the center, still smiling, "The neon coat is indeed here, in this wine shop. ”

But this time, no one followed the sound to look around.

The low-level fighters who didn't know how to fight even more laughed.

There are only a few high-level fighters, and the muscles of the whole body are tense at this time, and the fighting qi in the body is running.

"I want to beg for a drink. ”

At this time, a young man walked in at the door, his clothes were exposed, and a bamboo chip was inserted in his waist, like a sword.

His arms were already red from the cold, and he was wearing straw sandals on his feet, presumably from the wine shop, and the snow on his toes had just melted, as if he had just washed his feet.

"Where is Hanako from?" the shopkeeper greeted him, his face full of displeasure, "Go and go, find an inconspicuous place against the wall to stay." ”

Whether it is a vindictive master or an ordinary person, they don't like to be interrupted when listening to wonderful stories.

Seeing that the storyteller is about to talk about the whereabouts of the neon clothes and feathers, this kid's sudden appearance is indeed a little annoying.

"Please give me some food and drink. The boy's eyes were lifeless, presumably frozen in the cold wind for too long.

"If you want to eat wine and food, you have to take money!" the shopkeeper glanced at him.

"Huh. The big man on one side said with a smile, "Why don't you know how to pass through the door to be a customer, come and come, little brother just come to eat." ”

The young man didn't answer, he lay on the table sideways, tore off a chicken leg and gnawed it, perhaps because he ate it faster, and quickly picked up the wine bowl on the table and drank it all.

Although the young Tang was prominent, it could not affect the situation of the entire guest hall.

For this kind of flower child, which one will rest on his heart?

"After the neon dress and feather coat was made by Xu Fu, he searched for the colorful phoenix for four or five years, but finally returned to no avail. The storyteller continued, "When the Emperor learned of all this, he dispatched many royal fighting masters to arrest Xu Fu, and in order to avoid arrest, Xu Fu had to hide his neon clothes and feathers in the Afang Palace. Later, Emperor Gaozu invaded Xianyang, and in the eyes of the market, he only felt that such clothes were really gorgeous, so he gave them to Empress Lu. ”

Since then, the neon coat has become a treasure in the royal palace. The storyteller continued to sigh with emotion, "Countless masters of Dou Qi are all salivating for this treasure, and even several changes of dynasty are caused by the discovery of this treasure. ”

"According to you, whoever sits on the court will get the neon coat and feather?"

"Huh. The storyteller said, "In fact, as early as after Wang Mang usurped the Han Dynasty, the whereabouts of Ni Yi Yu Yi were unknown. ”

There are many rumors among the people that Wang Mang has already escaped into the Douqi world, and it turned out that he usurped the Han family, just to find the neon clothes and feathers.

"Wang Mang's dynasty, although he failed to find out the whereabouts of Ni Shang Yuyi in the palace, he enlightened the entire Douqi Sect, and expanded the already obscure Douqi skills to all strata for the first time, and even the Xuanmen of the Qi Sect was divided into three and civilized to the people. The storyteller regretted, "Because of this, there are more and more people who salivate for the treasures of the Douqi world." ”

"You old man, why is it more and more outrageous?" On the round table in the middle, a man wearing a black gauze mask stood up, and his voice seemed to be young and powerful, "Didn't you say that this neon dress and feather coat is in the wine shop, just tell me where it is, what nonsense to do!"

"Huh. The storyteller smiled slightly, "Presumably this is Mr. Qiu from the Demon Slaying Gate, right?"

Mr. Qiu?

Demon Slaying Gate?

The diners around the round table unconsciously got up and stepped aside.

The man with the black gauze mask was silent, and after a pause, he raised his hand and tore off the mask on his face, it was really an old dragon clock's face, and it was really Qiu Feiyang, who was over seventy years old!

"I heard that Wang Mang studied under the 34th generation of Xuanmen Shouxuantang Huainan Ke, Huainan Ke has been unable to transform the realm of chaos for decades, so he intends to use the material resources and manpower of the imperial court, so he helped Wang Mang to establish a new dynasty, with the help of the national strength of a dynasty, to seek the treasure of chaos and fighting spirit. At that time, the people in the Xuanmen, in order to find a breakthrough in the realm of chaos, had already had a bad relationship, and Liang Yuxi of the second Xuantang led 300 disciples to leave the Xuanmen, and traveled around to subdue demons and eliminate demons, intending to accumulate good karma to achieve the realm of chaos. ”

Later, Liang Yuxi traveled all over the world, and more and more disciples were accepted, so he founded a new sect - Demon Killing Gate. The storyteller continued, "Zhongcitang Zhuge Ling, on the other hand, felt that it was the best choice to enter the realm of chaos by focusing on refining qi, and he didn't want to be disturbed by mundane things, so he led a group of disciples to return to the mountains and forests, and established another sect of the Daoyu Sect. ”

This is the origin of the division of the Xuanmen main vein into three.

"It's just that even in the Western Jin Dynasty, there were many people in the Demon Killing Sect, and the discipleship training of accumulating good karma and escaping into the realm of chaos gradually deviated more and more on the road of overkill. Regardless of right and wrong, ignoring objective facts, good and evil are all determined by selfishness, just the so-called non-my race, their hearts will be different, not my people, their hearts will be punished, the five nonsense Hua Lao Lao thinks that it must be caused by the chaos caused by your Demon Killing Sect, right?"

"So what?" Qiu Feiyang, his voice was hoarse at this time, "My Demon Slaying Sect should be the orthodoxy of the Xuanmen, if it weren't for Huainanke's rich financial resources, the previous Shouxuantang had been favored by him, how could he pass on the position of the Shouxuantang to him?"

"Oh, it turns out that Xiaoxiangzi's predecessors have received the favor of Huainan Ke?" the storyteller wondered in his heart, "No wonder Liang Yuxi, who has followed him since childhood, has the first choice for the position of the hall." ”

"Hmph!" Qiu Feiyang snorted coldly, "It seems that the old man of Tianji also doesn't know something?"