The boy had black hair and black eyes, looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, and had two shallow dimples on his face.

He was dressed in a robe, and in his hand he grasped an ancient sword that looked like it was made of copper, and it contained a sharp meaning.

The boy sat directly across from Bufan, then took a sip of the wine that Bufan had ordered, and then grabbed the beef with his own hands and chewed it.

"It's delicious, I've never eaten anything so delicious!" the boy narrowed his eyes, savoring the deliciousness of the beef.

Bufan's consciousness was also attracted by the young man in front of him, and he felt that the young man had a simple aura on his body, and he did not blow away this inexplicable young man.

"Let's say that the great catastrophe destroyed the ancient gods, the hundreds of schools of thought withered away, and the rich Great Qin Empire perished because of it! Later generations called it the cycle of extinction, and the ancient era was called the first era of reincarnation!" The fat storyteller continued, which shocked Bufan.

Wei Guo gave Bu Fan a different style, as if the people here all knew about cultivating immortals, cultivating gods, cultivating demons and cultivating Buddhas, and even knew such things as the reincarnation era, but there was no monk here, but they were prevalent here.

"Hey, I see you're very interested in the things of the reincarnation era!" the boy asked Bufan after drinking sake and eating beef, rubbing his stomach and burping.

"Xiao Er, here are two copies as I ordered just now!" Bu Fan didn't choose to communicate more with this young man, he was afraid of revealing his identity as a supernatural monk, after all, these demon gods in the Demon Domain didn't dare to be presumptuous here, who knows what kind of weirdness this country has!

"Hey, hey, hey. I'm full, you don't have to order any more!" said the young man, knocking on the table.

"You haven't eaten it yet!" Bu Fan replied with a frown, and at the same time he saw the bright eyes of the young man, and Bu Fan felt that this young man was not ordinary!

"You're really rude! Sure enough, you're a monk from Shenzhou!" the young man muttered, which surprised Bufan.

Bufan didn't expect this young man to see through his identity at a glance.

"Haha, if only I were a Shenzhou monk!" Bu Fan snorted, he didn't want to reveal his identity.

"Hehe, don't pretend, your business has been rumored in the Demon Domain for a long time, how can we knights not know about you!" the young man picked up a chopstick and knocked on the table. It looks very proud.

Bufan wasn't in the mood to listen to the storyteller either. Instead, he looked at the boy in front of him carefully, and then narrowed his eyes at his dark pupils.

"How do you know that I am a Shenzhou monk?" Bu Fan finally didn't hold back, and asked the young man with his soul thoughts!

"Haha, you're really Bufan!" the boy suddenly stood up and laughed. His laughter directly drowned out the storyteller's voice. At first, the storyteller was upset by the boy's laughter. But when he heard the word Bufan, a hint of shrewdness flashed in his small eyes.

Then, it was the guests in the room who also set their eyes on Bufan, which suddenly made Bufan feel a lot of pressure.

It stands to reason that he once faced the hundred clans of Linzhou. It is impossible to feel this pressure for the sake of a few patriotic knights, but he feels it in these ordinary people.

It stands to reason that Zhan Shen is out of the realm of mortals, and when he reaches the peak, he enters the realm of true gods, and God is the existence of moving mountains and reclaiming seas and controlling all things, but today Bu Fan actually feels the pressure on these mortals, which can only be said that these mortals are not ordinary.

"I'm Bufan!" Although Bufan felt the pressure double, he still sat calmly on the cotton mat.

"Bufan, little brother, are you really from Shenzhou?" The chubby storyteller suddenly walked from the stage to Bufan's table, and then his thick arms were on the table, shaking the plates on the table.

"Go, go, fatty, you go, this Bufan is my friend, if I don't say you'll know he's here?" The young man looked at the storyteller's fat body, stretched out his hand and pushed it, but instead of pushing the storyteller, he was occupied by the position given to him by the storyteller.

"Stinky boy, you come to me every day to eat and drink, it's good that I didn't ask you for money, you still dare to push me, be careful that I smoke you!" said the chubby storyteller fiercely to the young man.

"Dead fat!" the boy underestimated, then grabbed a mat from the side, then sat aside, grabbed a pot of sake and drank it himself.

"Stinky boy, I see that Bufan's little brother's face will spare you today!" the chubby storyteller stared at Bufan, smiling.

"That one who doesn't know his friend's surname?" Bu Fan clenched his fists and displayed the style of an ancient knight, hoping to be useful in the Wei Clan.

"Hehe, the big name of the high surname is not daring, the small single surname is Liu, the name is big and strong, there is nothing you can do but open a restaurant here by the way, tell stories to support the family!" Liu Dazhuang's eyes lit up, and he continued to look at Bufan.

"Liu Dazhuang, don't talk nonsense here, talk about Bu Fan's little brother, what about the corpse demon?" a chivalrous man leaned over, and then asked Bu Fan.

"Why do you have such a clear understanding of this world?" Bu Fan couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.

"Haha, little brother Bufan, let me tell you, our Kingdom of David is prosperous, and we have raised a group of pretentious chivalrous people who eat and wait to die, but these chivalrous people are extremely curious about ghosts and gods, so there are many legends in the country, and we know that there are Demon God Temple, Demon Tower, Ancestral Demon Banner and Demon Lord outside the country in the Demon Domain, as well as the Buddhas of the Buddha Land, this is only part of the situation of my Blood Demon Buddha State, as for other states, we know very little, but in other states, how strong is Shenzhou?" The storyteller approached Bhuvan's side and asked Bfan.

"I don't know how strong Shenzhou is!" Bu Fan thought of everything in Shenzhou, and he was also confused, on the surface, it seemed that Shenzhou was simply the weakest, but if you think about it carefully, there are Shikuilun Mountain Range, there are Misty Forest, Kunlun Mountain Range, there are ancient artifact Jiuding and Fengshen List, and even the Sixin Realm where Bu Fan has been inherited, a fog covers Shenzhou, making Bu Fan unable to see clearly.

"Ahh

"Little Brother Bufan, was that Demon God Temple really half destroyed by you?" a knight looked at Bufan and asked.

Bufan nodded.

Everyone is in an uproar!(To be continued......