After a while, the people on the ground had already been beaten unconscious, and Yan Ling stopped, and the subordinates who were standing and following him on both sides dared to go over and reach out to help him, and no one dared to say a word, and ran away with the people non-stop.

After beating the person out of the depression in his heart, Yan Ling's mood was much more comfortable, and he casually entered a restaurant to drink some wine. As soon as I entered the restaurant, I saw that it was bustling inside, the lobby was already full, and in the center of the lobby was a large table that was different from other places. At this moment, behind the big table stood a gray-haired storyteller holding a paper fan, shaking a folding fan in one hand, while talking to the people in the lobby, when he was thirsty, he grabbed the teapot on the table and poured it violently.

Yan Lingzhi has only heard of such an interesting story as listening to a story, but he has never experienced it himself, and now he just happened to bump into it, so he naturally asked for a box and listened to the storyteller while drinking upstairs. As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the hall applauded, and some people got up and threw a few silver ingots on his table as a reward. The storyteller hurriedly grabbed the middle of the receipt sleeve and thanked him with a happy face: "Thank you for the reward!"

After drinking the tea, Mr. Storyteller cleared his throat, his expression suddenly became very mysterious, his eyes swept over every table of guests in the lobby, and said softly in a voice similar to a whisper: "Old Man Jinri just got a big news, I wonder if you are interested in hearing it?"

Ordinary people like to hear about these gods and ghosts that they can't touch, and the storyteller knows what attracts them the most. Sure enough, as soon as I heard Mr. 's words, the enthusiasm of the guests was instantly ignited.

A man who looked just big and bold took a sip of wine and stood up and urged: "What a secret, you should tell me about it!"

Yan Ling naturally pricked up her ears upstairs, but the things in the immortal cultivation world would basically not spread to the world, and she was also very curious about what secrets this storyteller could know about them.

Looking at the eager eyes of the guests, his expression was smug and refreshing, but he didn't say it immediately, but sold it: "Well, it's all said to be a secret, since you want to hear it, why don't you show some sincerity?" This naturally means that the guests want to continue to pay for it, what is the difference between buying news.

Suddenly, someone was dissatisfied, "The hateful little old man, he was just rewarded, and he came to ask for silver again in a blink of his face, he was too greedy for money!"

"yes, you're too dark!" someone chimed in.

The storyteller waved his hand and smiled pleasantly, "Guest officer, you can't say that, the old man dares to guarantee that this news will be worthy of the money you paid." ”

Some people still didn't want to, put down the teacup and left, but most of the people stayed, although they were still dissatisfied, they also resigned themselves to their fate and began to pay for the silver. Mr. Storyteller was also happy to watch this scene.

There was also a knock on the door of Yan Ling's room, and Xiao Er walked in with a plate, and several large ingots of silver had been placed on the plate. She didn't say anything, but took out a silver ingot about the size of her bosom and put it down.

When Xiao Er left, Mr. Storyteller knocked the folding fan in his hand on the table with a smile on his face, gathering the attention of the guests.

"Do you know what news the old man got today?" his expression remained mysterious.

Someone in the audience coaxed: "Don't sell it, hurry up." ”

"Okay!

If we want to talk about this matter, we have to start from 2,000 years ago, when the war between the two worlds of gods and demons was raging, and the battle was dark. As the saying goes, the fire at the city gate affected the fish in the pond, and the two worlds above have been fighting for many years, but it is us ordinary mortals who suffer. At that time, the demons were in turmoil, and many demon rebels stole into the world, did a lot of evil in the world, and committed a lot of crimes.

You must not have heard of this demon race, ugly in appearance, eating people everywhere with a bloody mouth all day long, and the people who are plagued by them in this world are not living. ”

At this time, someone interjected: "Isn't there an immortal gate for cultivating immortals?

The storyteller tapped the table with his folding fan again, and he pointed to the person who was speaking, "That's a good question! The immortal cultivators of the Immortal Gate family, such a powerful existence, why didn't they come out to stop it in the first place?

Actually, it's not that they didn't come out, but that it was useless for them to come out. It is said that this demon is full of demonic energy, and this demonic energy is domineering, not only is it not afraid of spiritual power, but it can also devour it in turn. The immortals of this immortal gate are all based on spiritual power, and what they cultivate is spiritual power, but when this spiritual power reaches the demon clan, not only can it not hurt it in the slightest, but it will also be devoured by it, and more seriously, it will be followed by the demonic qi into their bodies and wantonly destroy their meridians and bodies. Such an existence, you say, how can this immortal be their opponent?"

Yan Ling heard him talk about the problem of the demon race, and he sighed in his heart, could it be that this matter was leaked by them? But there is no evidence, how dare they, or do they just want to use this method to mess up our position? Here Yan Ling fell into thought.

Someone in the lobby spoke again: "Then why haven't we heard the legend about the demon race? And now these immortal sects still exist in a good little old man, don't you fool us!"

The storyteller was not happy, "What are you talking about? This immortal gate still exists, and the demons have no trace because they were finally wiped out.

Although spiritual power can't hurt him, but all things must be born together, and the immortals later found a way to restrain the demonic energy, the undead fruit, the thing of the ghost realm, is the most hated thing of the demon race, there is no one. Legend has it that the Undead Fruit can force out the demonic energy on the demon race, and make the demonic energy lose its lethality in a short period of time, as long as it is killed during this time, it will be safe and sound. ”

"Undead fruit, it doesn't sound like a good thing!" these people always like to interject when they listen to books.

"Naturally, it can't be a good thing, but if it can restrain the demonic energy, then it is a treasure! The demon race has been rampant for nearly a thousand years, and it has finally been wiped out and disappeared from the world. Everybody thought it was over, but was that really the case? According to the latest news, the demons are back in the world. Not only that, but he has also been protected by human monks, and has been hiding in the human world as a human being, and in time, he will definitely reappear in the rivers and lakes to harm the human world!"

"This, this is true? Who is that demon? Who is that monk, can the news explain it?"

The storyteller smiled, pointed at the man and praised: "This guest officer is really powerful, he can ask every question to the point! Yes, the news does say it, but well, this news is another one, this cost is ......" He did not explain, but anyone can understand the meaning of this statement.

"It's too dark, little old man, you want to do a one-time business, who wants to listen to you in the future?"

The storyteller stroked his beard and smiled: "You can't say that! Spend money to buy peace, the little old man has little money to do, and everyone's lives are big, I don't know who these two people are now, if you accidentally meet them on which street in the future but don't recognize them, they will be caught and eaten by them." You say don't you?"