Fang Qiuyao frowned when he heard this. He left home for a few months, practicing divine skills in the barren mountains, and did not know that such a major event had happened in the rivers and lakes, and after listening to Mr. Storyteller's words, he rushed up and asked urgently: "Did anyone from the Hunjiang Gang die in this battle?

How could the storyteller know this, he wanted to perfunctory the past if he didn't know what to say, which made Fang Qiuyao's heart angry, and he almost made him eat his fist. Fortunately, Liu Wanyun grabbed him in time and whispered a few words in his ear to calm him down.

Ye Yingru didn't hear what he wanted to know, and seeing that the storyteller was about to talk about the next paragraph of "The Legend of Dongyuan Wu", he hurriedly stepped forward and stopped him: "Uncle, do you know that there should be a heroic young swordsman on Cen Guanling...... It's not He Lianshan and Zhu Fei, it's another ......"

The storyteller was stunned, listened to her hesitant description, and looked at her exquisite clothes a few times, a pair of triangular eyes narrowed slightly, and nodded again and again: "Yes, there is such a person, but he is not a disciple of a famous school, but a chivalrous man who walks alone in the rivers and lakes, so the old man didn't specifically mention him just now." ”

Ye Yingru looked happy, leaned forward, and said, "Uncle, can you tell his story again, I want to hear it." ”

"I'm willing, it's just that all the guest officers here ......" The storyteller deliberately glanced around, and sure enough, an idler shouted dissatisfiedly: "I just talked about it, and I said a bird thief!" "Ignore him, hurry up and talk about Dongyuan Wu!" "Where did you come from, do you know the rules......

Ye Yingru was calm, took out a silver ticket, and patted it lightly on the table: "Uncle, if you tell the story again, this silver ticket is yours." There are other brothers, I have invited the money for this meal!"

The storyteller saw the denomination of the silver ticket, and the muscles of his cheeks twitched, and he copied it up and put it in his sleeve with lightning speed. But there are also sharp-eyed people who can also understand it, and gasp for air: "Hu Leper has developed this time......"

Liu Wanyun, who was behind Ye Yingru, reached out to cover her forehead and let out a lamented moan.

It seems that last night's conversation not only did not play a persuasive role, but also seemed to have the opposite effect......

"Wanyun, you must tell me, what is Yulang's identity, if you don't say it, I won't let you sleep!"

"Alas, I can't say...... If you know the truth, you will definitely regret it. ”

"How could I regret it! I only fancy a person because of his own character and characteristics, and it has nothing to do with his identity and origin. Whether he is a killer or a swordsman, a penniless beggar or a high-ranking nobleman, it will not affect my impression and feelings ......of him! I'm just curious about his real name!"

"Then I'll tell you, his origin is not as simple as you think. If you really want to know, just go and inquire about the recent battle of Cen Guanling to eliminate demons, that guy-" Speaking of this, she suddenly stopped her mouth, because she thought of the agreement with Qin Yan. If he is revealed, the agreement will inevitably not be completed.

Ye Yingru was not satisfied with her silence, and asked repeatedly: "What's wrong with him?

"Nothing, I can't really say. If you want to know, ask him yourself!"

"Hey ......"

The exclamation in reality woke Liu Wanyun from his memories, and at this time, Mr. Storyteller had already told the battle of Cen Guanling to the most intense juncture with his flowery tongue. This time, he described the battle from the perspective of a new young swordsman, which was even more thrilling and bizarre. Even if the audience knew the result, their hearts could not help but be clenched by him, and they exclaimed in surprise.

Ye Yingru, who is at the forefront, has devoted all his attention to the scene of the shocking war depicted by Mr. Storyteller. Such a picture seemed to emerge in front of her eyes: under the bleak white moonlight, a towering peerless demon was raging in the barren mountains, the demon had three thousand eyes, eight arms on his shoulders, and his head was full of barbs, roaring like thunder, and he carried blazing lava wherever he went, taking the lives of several people with every step. In the darkness, the fire rose to the sky, and the pungent smell of sulfur lingered on the earth, and the young swordsman witnessed the tragic situation of many righteous comrades, and immediately filled with righteous indignation, completely abandoned his own life, and resolutely rushed forward......

"The demon was burning with flames all over his body, holding the eternal demon sword 'Autumn Dew on the Leaves', and his big mouth squirted, and suddenly the fierce flames were monstrous, and the sea of fire several feet high swallowed all the heroes. That fire is not ordinary fire, but the true fire of samadhi. What is the meaning of this? The fire of the king in the top, the fire of the ministers in the middle, and the fire of the people in the bottom. Gather and burn the sky and boil the sea, if the body is touched, the five organs will turn into ashes, the limbs will decay, the flesh and bones will be sparse, and the soul will be scatter......ed" The subdued and frustrated voice tightly grabbed Ye Yingru's heart, making her face red and white, clenching her hands, her eyes without blinking, and her whole mind was up and down with the development of the battle situation.

Seeing that everyone was about to be poisoned by that demon, it was too late, and it was too late, and I saw the nameless young swordsman from the Saibei Desert shouting violently, holding his sword, and using a magical power. Good knight! Straighten your body, twist up the trick, recite the incantation, take a breath to the earth, and when the breath blows, it will be a gust of wind, flying sand and stones, and immediately suppress the fire. There is a poem as evidence, the poem says: The fierce demons start and mix themselves, and the flames burn people's souls. Annoyed the young true righteous man, the sword out of the dragon roar through the wind and dust. Jiang Haibo tossed the world, and Gangfeng Silver Mist suppressed the evil god. The devil is ignorant and asks for his name, and he walks alone in the rivers and lakes. ”

"Okay!" Ye Yingru was greatly excited when she heard this, and she waved her small fist suddenly, and her face was flushed, as bright as a peach. The excited look seemed to be in the middle of it, and he regarded himself as a young hero who showed his talents in the fierce battle. Fang Qiuyao originally wanted to hear about the situation of the Hunjiang Gang, but when he accidentally glanced at her, he seemed to have lost his soul in an instant, and he couldn't take his eyes off it anymore.

Seeing that the owner was satisfied, the storyteller was also encouraged, beat a small drum, and continued: "It's just that the devil number one is the number one demon in the demon gate, and it is not easy to defeat. Although its samadhi true fire is suppressed, it still runs like a fly in the wind and sand, eating people alive, biting off most of its body in one bite, and not spitting out bones at all. Pity the famous 'Three Elders of Huangyan' on the rivers and lakes, two of them have been poisoned by it......"

Ye Yingru gritted her teeth, eager to swallow the demon into her stomach.

"The most terrifying thing is the eyes of the devil, which do not look like all in the world, black and white are confused, bloodshot and hideous, cold and faint, containing the endless resentment of the eighteen layers of hell. As long as ordinary people are glanced at by it, they will be sucked out of their souls and reduced to the walking dead. Even a hero like Haochen Gang didn't dare to look at him, otherwise he would fall into the nightmare of the six realms of reincarnation. But the young swordsman is going to fight the demon head-on, in order to stop the footsteps of the evil spirit, he has no way to avoid it, and he can only go up with a narrow sense of the spirit. Oh, this time it's terrible, after all, that devil is a fierce demon of a hundred generations, and it is not something that a fledgling young man can resist. At that time, I saw black smoke and ghosts wailing, and even the void above people's heads was burned and distorted by the ghost's resentment......"

Ye Yingru let out an "ah", her face was pale, and her heart rose to her throat.

"And the devil has an accomplice, which is also very ......"