Fantasy: Storytelling Covers the Sky, the Saint Falls in Love

Hearing Guan Shanyue's words, the audience's eyes lit up and they all looked at Han Lian, almost eagerly waiting for him.

‘Before Han Lian introduced them to the term"martial arts", only a small number of practitioners had heard of it.

But when Han Lian was talking about the list of geniuses, the Great Master who moved the mountains left a very deep impression on them. They also developed some interest in the practice of martial arts.

When they heard that Guan Shanyue wanted Han Lian to talk about martial arts and set up a martial arts list, they were all looking forward to it.

After all, this is not talking about anything else, but the martial arts of everyone being like a dragon and everyone being like a gentleman.

Doesn't this mean that if martial arts becomes prosperous again, ordinary people like them can also practice it if they are willing?

If this is really the case.......

The enthusiasm for the previous Tianjiao list has not yet faded, and now we are striking while the iron is hot and opening a new list. It is really a pleasure!

「Ding! Congratulations to the host. Your words have aroused strong expectations among the listeners. You will be awarded 3,000 storytelling points!"

Han Lian's heart brightened when he heard the prompt sound of the storytelling system. He knew that he had already found a place for the storytelling points other than the subsequent storytelling.

He looked around and saw the expressions of the listeners. After a moment's silence, he bowed his hands helplessly and said:

"If you want to hear about this list, I am willing to tell you."

Seeing that the audience was getting more and more excited, he poured a bucket of cold water on them:

"However, we cannot be too hasty in opening a new list.

After all, such things cannot be taken lightly.

After three days, I will open another martial arts list to rank the martial artists in the world today.

I am really sorry for letting you all be happy for nothing today, and I hope you will forgive me."

Hearing this, the audience was slightly stunned, and then a little disappointed flashed through their hearts.

Yes, in their opinion, this was no different from a cooked duck flying away, and then the duck flew back to give them a big pen.

But Han Lian did not say that the martial arts list would not be opened, but only said that it would be postponed for three days, which still gave them some hope.

After all, Mr. Han's list is fair and honest, with absolute standards, which has been confirmed on the Tianjiao list.

It's like the duck that flew away flew back and let them take a bite. They tasted it and could only say that it was delicious.

Even if they complained in their hearts, Mr. Han still couldn't force them, so they could only give up and wait.

Seeing that no one asked any more questions, Han Lian also saluted the audience with a fan.

Under their gaze, he drank the tea and turned to leave the stand......

Now, all the listeners are in a state of anxiety, and the same is true for the listeners in the guest rooms.

In a guest room, the situation is tense.

Youhuang and Princess Yunxiu are sitting opposite each other at the tea table, while Youli and Yun Feiyang are standing behind them, without even a seat.

The two lovers are making fun of each other, and Youhuang's eyelids are twitching, and he keeps clenching the Three Thousand Buddhas and then slowly letting go.

After all, his sister is attracted to someone else, what else can he do?

"Two royal descendants, have you ever heard Mr. Han talking to Guan Shanyue?

Now the Xunfeng Dynasty has been around for 1,700 years. Who would have thought that the demons and barbarians are still so arrogant and domineering?

I really never thought that after the death of Taizu, the kings of the Xunfeng Dynasty have been worse than the previous generation?

Back then, I just stood on the wall of Yanbei City, and those demons retreated hundreds of miles. Now, what is going on?"

"I know a little about this matter."

When Princess Yunxiu heard this, her expression was calm, not even a bit angry.

It was really a joke. If it was someone else, it would be fine, but this person's status, whether in his past life or this life, was not low. When the other party said this, she naturally had to respond.

At this time, she didn't have that kind of jumping words at all, and her expression was dignified and generous:

"Our Yun family was founded on strength, and the fate of the country is linked to the bloodline of the clan.

A strong bloodline means a strong country, this is an iron rule.

No matter what happened before, you have also heard Mr. Han talk about Feiyang's bloodline. When he becomes the head of the country in the future, it will naturally change."

"Is there any change? With such bloodline, you want to be a ruler who maintains the status quo?"

Youhuang's tone could not be heard, but his words were full of dissatisfaction:

"If it weren't for his bloodline, do you really think that he could still be standing here after hooking up with my girl?"

"The difference between Shura King's words..."

"It's better to call me White-robed Shura. King Shura cleaned up the mess for the Xunfeng Dynasty 1,700 years ago and died cleanly.

Yun Feiyang, I have a hunch that Mr. Han wants to open a martial arts list again, and the meaning is not simple.

Martial arts may be an opportunity for the Xunfeng Dynasty to prosper again. It depends on whether you can grasp it."

"I..."

"Don't say anything. I didn't attack you, which means I was very restrained. I have a hunch that if my younger sister follows you, I, Youhuang, will become the Shura King again!"

"..."....

Unlike the tense and murderous atmosphere in this room, there was a different scene in another guest room.

Leng Hanchan had been standing in front of the window, looking at Han Lian's figure, wondering what she was thinking.

As a woman, or perhaps for other reasons, Wu Miaomiao had been staying by Leng Hanchan's side.

In this guest room, there was also an extra bed for her.

At this moment, she sat at the table with her hands on her cheeks, looking at Leng Hanchan, wondering what she was thinking.

Zen Master Wu Ding was sitting at another coffee table, twirling the Zen beads in his hand, his eyes drooping, as if he was about to fall asleep.

When Han Lian's figure disappeared from the stands, Leng Hanchan withdrew his gaze.

She came to sit next to Wu Miaomiao, frowning slightly, as if thinking about something.

The next moment, she vaguely guessed something and suddenly spoke

"Elder Wu Ding, do you feel that the thing that Mr. Han woke me up and gave me to take before is somewhat like the"holy spring water" wrapped in"source"?

Why do I feel that it is similar to the holy spring water on the holy mountain in Mr. Han's book"The Legend of the Heavenly God"?"

This!

After hearing this, Master Wu Ding paused slightly in the movement of twisting the Zen beads in his hand, and a little light flashed in his eyes.

In his heart, Leng Hanchan rarely made any guesses.

Once she said something with such a speculative tone, it was very likely that she already had the answer in her heart.

But if it was true...

When Master Wu Ding thought of this, he naturally thought of the key.

A terrifying light flashed in his eyes, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.

Could it be that the"Legend of the Heaven-Crushing God" that Mr. Han mentioned was not a fabricated story, but a real biography?

In any case, why did Mr. Han tell this story?

If Mr. Han's incredible methods may have appeared in the book, this...But it is really hard to imagine.

After all, in this world, even if one cultivates to the extreme, it is at most equivalent to the fourth extreme realm.

If Mr. Han has the means of that world, what kind of existence is he?

When he thought of this, his thoughts began to be confused. Speaking of Tianjiao, opening a martial arts list....

His mind was in a mess, and he could not think of any connection between them.

He had no choice but to give up. He could not practice Zen to calm his mind. If he wanted to, his mind would calm down very quickly.

As calm as before, he continued to twist the Zen beads in his hand, calm and composed.

"Neither you nor I have ever seen the divine source, let alone the divine spring water.

I don't know how to respond to your speculation."

"But since you have already thought of this, why don't you go and thank Mr. Han yourself?

After all, Mr. Han saved you, which is a great favor."

"this...Not good."

Leng Hanchan hesitated and said, her cheeks slightly red, but she still walked quickly out of the guest room, and finally she was able to bring a breeze

"But Elder Wu Ding, you are right!"