"Are the guests here to listen to the book?"

Compared to the others, the old storyteller continued to clean up the storybooks on the table as if he didn't notice the impact at all. It's just that at this moment, everyone can see that this old man is not an ordinary person, and there is only another grandmaster who can move freely under the pressure of the grandmaster.

"After so many years, are you still studying these legends and stories of coaxing children? The sword saint who used to dominate the world with a sword back then can't hold a sword anymore!" The person who spoke finally walked in, this person's hair was scattered, his eyes were cold, and his eyebrows were like swords, giving people the feeling of a supreme hegemon, as if he alone had the final say in everything in the world.

Martial Arts Alliance Master Xue is invincible!

Bai Fei and He Wusheng, who were still fighting, instantly recognized the identity of the person who came, and it can be said that there is basically no one today who does not know the person in front of him, because he represents the ceiling of martial arts, and he is also the strongest grandmaster known today, some people speculate that he has broken through the boundaries of grandmasters and become the first great grandmaster in ancient times, and good people call him the first person in the world. However, such a big man actually appeared in this unprecedentedly old restaurant, and called an old storyteller who was about to die as a senior brother, if the news spread, the whole river and lake would be a sensation.

"The guest recognized the wrong person, and the little old man was just a storyteller. ”

The old storyteller put the last book in the box and prepared to leave.

"Senior brother, why should I leave in a hurry, you and I haven't seen each other for many years, it's better to sit down and have a good chat, so that I can see if the master of the Sword Gate who was chosen by the old man back then can really inherit his mantle. ”

After speaking, Xue Wushu raised his hand and pressed it down, and the air pressure in the center seemed to be pressed into solid, forming a huge translucent palm print, and the surrounding air flow was compressed and exploded with a 'boom', and the tables and chairs were shattered into pieces. Bai Fei, who was already seriously injured, spurted out a mouthful of blood on the spot and rolled out, Crane Wusheng was no better, and the treasure knife in his hand didn't know where it flew, and the whole person was slammed into the wall behind him by the carrier, making a muffled sound.

Xue Wushu didn't take a second look at what happened to the two of them, and at this moment there was only the old storyteller in his eyes.

"It's all guests, and it's not good to hurt anyone. ”

The storyteller sighed, and a momentum that was on par with Xue Wuvin or even slightly stronger escaped from him, saving the seriously injured Bai Fei and He Wusheng, and the rest of his strength carried the two away from the restaurant.

"I thought you had forgotten the sword in your hand after all these years of chasing myths, and now it seems that I underestimated you. ”

Xue Wushu struck again, and three air currents swirled from all sides and converged into his palm, forming a sphere compressed by internal force, and the terrifying energy was solidified in it, as long as it exploded, it would definitely be a shocking momentum.

"It's time to go. ”

The storyteller looked out the window and said something inexplicable. Then he grabbed his bags, turned around and walked out of the restaurant. He walked very slowly, but his body was inexplicably weird, like a ghost, and he left the restaurant in only one step, appeared on the street outside, and when he stepped again, he had already reached the end of the street.

"It took me so much effort to find you, how could I have allowed you to escape so easily. ”

Xue Wushu flew out of the window, the whole person was suspended in the air, his right palm was raised, and his five fingers were opened. The endless air flow was compressed into a droplet-shaped fluid that converged towards the palm of the hand, and the strong internal force formed a translucent air cover around the body, and the small ball in the hand almost became substance.

Airplanes!!

"Please also take my palm. ”

After speaking, Xue Wushu slashed the air and walked towards the storyteller at the end of the street, and the violent power alarmed everyone around.

"It's the Xue Alliance Master!"

"Who is that old man, who actually attracted the Xue Alliance Master to take action personally. ”

Xue Wudi's palm caused a sensation, and the crowd outside all exclaimed after seeing him, just like ordinary people seeing the emperor on the street, the name of the leader of the martial arts alliance and the first person in the world is the emperor for ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, and it is a big man they need to look up to.

The old storyteller, who had already walked to the gate of the city, stepped down, turned around and stretched out a finger towards Xue Wuyi's palm.

A sword roared through the heavens and the earth.

An illusory sword shadow formed between his fingers, and behind him was a huge sword blade, and where his fingers were was the tip of this illusory greatsword. The illusory sword tip was accurately pointed at the center of Xue Wuyi's palm, and the terrifying internal force ball was directly split in half by the sword qi, and the chaotic internal force exploded on the spot, and the surrounding onlookers were blinded by the strong wind rolled up by this force, and when they opened their eyes again, they had lost the traces of the two of them.

Outside the city.

Xishen Mountain.

The mountain is the origin of countless myths, and most of the myths mastered by the storyteller were passed down from here. It is said that before the saint became enlightened in the past, he met the Taoist ancestor here, and after worshipping the Taoist ancestor and getting the on-demand broadcast, he had an epiphany, and gave up his own small righteousness to make up for the heavens, and achieved the supreme holy position.

The old storyteller has been here for more than 20 years, just to wait for the birth of the mythical and legendary Xishen Palace.

The old storyteller who came out of the same door as Xue Wushu was already invincible in the world more than 20 years ago, both talent and cultivation have reached the level of unprecedented people, with the aging of the years, he is unwilling to sit still, he wants to break the shackles of life, chasing immortality! For this reason, he flipped through countless ancient books, and finally found some clues in a broken ancient book, the only one that caught his attention was the Xi God Palace!

That ancient book told him that the saint was not a rumor, but a real existence, and the saint's dojo Xishen Palace was on Xishen Mountain, but ordinary people couldn't see it. However, the saint is a part of the Tao, and will not seal the road, and ancient books record that the Xishen Palace appears every two hundred years, and now it has been one hundred and ninety-nine years since the last appearance, and this year is exactly the two hundred years.

The storyteller got rid of Xue Wuving's chase and appeared on Xishen Mountain.

At the top of the mountain, there was nothing but a pile of rubble.

"Half an hour to go. ”

The storyteller took off the bag and took out the contents one by one, in addition to the books that were loaded before, there were some materials, these materials were all sacrifices recorded in ancient books, used to sacrifice to the saints.

After arranging the altar according to his memory, the storyteller found a quick stone and sat down, waiting for the Xishen Palace to come to the world.

"It's been twenty years, and it's still a ghost shadow step, so there's nothing new?"

Xue Wuxian's voice sounded, and after he fell, he looked at the altar on the ground and couldn't help frowning.

"I thought you were pretending, but I didn't expect you to really believe the nonsense in that book. He had also read the ancient book that the storyteller had found, and unlike the extreme storyteller, Xue Wudi had never believed it from beginning to end, he felt that the things written in the book were all myths and stories that deceived the world, and they were not credible at all.

"The so-called saints are just rumors of fools in the world, how can anyone live for a thousand years in this world?!"

"This is the sword book you want, count me as losing. ”

The storyteller frowned slightly when he saw Xue Wudi chasing after him, this plan was prepared by him for twenty years, and it was impossible to give it up no matter what. Previously, he wanted to use his body technique to get rid of this junior brother, but now that he can't do it, he can only throw the sword code that Xue Wushu wants to him, and he doesn't care about it anyway.

Xue Wushu took the sword codex and looked through it and found that it was genuine.

The old storyteller has gone mad in pursuit of immortality, and even gave up the sword book exclusive to the head of the family, just for the ethereal legend. Thinking about his plans over the years, Xue Wudi couldn't help but want to laugh, just as he was about to speak, a great change suddenly appeared, the sky that was still clear before suddenly darkened, and I don't know when a palace appeared in the depths of the clouds, with three big characters on it.

"Xi Shen Palace!"