What is a first-class savior?

The spiritual power of the god level spread with Wang Ran's voice, and people fell into a trance at the entrance of the tavern, staring blankly at Wang Ran, motionless.

The abnormality of these people quickly attracted the attention of others.

"Look, why are they standing at the door and not going in?"

"Zhao Laoliu! Are you stupid?"

"Immortal drunk?"

"Isn't this tavern broken down, why did it open in another place today?"

"Hey! Someone is talking about Pingshu!"

"Let's take a look too!"

More and more people gathered at the entrance of Immortal Drunken.

As soon as they stepped into the sphere of influence of Wang Ran's mental power, they fell into a trance, stuck in place, and did not respond no matter how the outside world shouted.

In an instant, the crowd gathered at the gate of Xianrenzui blocked the road completely.

"What are you doing stuck here?"

"Step aside!"

"Don't hinder me from walking!"

Someone tried to push away these trance-looking people, but they either entered Wang Ran's mental range and fell into a trance, or they were pushed away by an invisible force.

Passers-by quickly realized something was wrong.

They either stood on tiptoe, or jumped onto the nearby courtyard wall, each of them stretched their necks and looked inside.

But the threshold of Immortal Drunk was full of people.

The sight of the outside world couldn't get in at all, only the sound of leisurely storytelling floated out.

"The chaos is undivided, the sky and the earth are chaotic, and there is no one to see."

"Since Pangu broke the majesty, he opened up the distinction between clear and turbid."

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Half an hour passed in a flash.

Snapped!

The crisp sound of waking wood woke up all the people in a trance. They looked ahead in a daze, not knowing what happened for a while.

"How about predicting the future?" Wang Ran said leisurely, "Let's listen to the next chapter to break it down!"

The door of Immortal Drunk closed automatically.

An invisible force pushed everyone in front of the door away.

"Hahahahaha!"

Suddenly someone raised his head and laughed wildly.

This person was the former Jiange handyman. He was listening to Wang Ran's storytelling for the second time. Because of his experience, he hurriedly checked his body as soon as he woke up.

He found that all the hidden diseases in his body disappeared, and even the stasis of the meridians caused by taking the elixir was dredged!

In this way, he can easily break into the next realm.

The road to martial arts is unimpeded!

Other people who benefited also noticed the changes in their bodies one after another. Their physique was enhanced, their old injuries were healed, or their insight was improved.

"This! What's going on here?"

"I can see clearly!"

"I feel my body is full of energy!"

"My dark wound is healed!"

"What happened?"

"It's Pingshu! It must be because of Pingshu!"

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Wang Ran ignored the commotion outside the door, because he was thinking about how to make things more perfect.

"My energy is limited, and it is impossible to give everyone the same treatment." Wang Ran pondered, "Therefore, there must be distinctions, and it is necessary to ensure that the person who benefits from each storytelling is the most suitable people."

Wang Ran remembered the Hong Huang novels he had read before.

With a wave of his hand, all the tables and chairs in the tavern flew up.

After the mental power reaches the level of the gods, it has the effect close to the power of mind, and it is no burden to use it to move small objects such as tables and chairs.

A few seconds later, the tables and chairs fell to the ground again.

With Wang Ran as the center, the tables and chairs are divided into three rings.

There are only four tables and eight chairs in the innermost ring. People sitting in this position are closest to Wang Ran. They will receive targeted care and get the most benefits from storytelling.

There are twelve tables and forty-eight chairs in the outer ring. Sitting in this position can receive equal care and benefit from storytelling.

There are thirty-two tables and one hundred and twenty-eight chairs in the outermost ring. This is the worst position. Sitting here can only get a little benefit, which is better than nothing.

Wang Ran nodded in satisfaction.

In this way, he can concentrate on cultivating the eight strong men.

In the future, let these eight strong men destroy the evil god convert, so as to save him from doing it himself.

After all, he has stepped into the level of gods, and his target is the evil god, and he is not on the same level as the converts of the evil gods. His action against the converts of the evil gods is to lower his status.

It just happens to help the world cultivate a group of strong people.

After thinking for a few seconds, he said loudly: "I am an exiled immortal who came to the world and wandered here. I can't bear to see the demons of heaven do harm to the world!"

"Open the forum for storytelling today!"

"Within seven days, tell a book in the morning and evening, and everyone who listens to the wonderful sound will gain something!"

His voice drifted out of the tavern, causing a commotion.

At this moment, the people outside the tavern have already realized the changes in themselves. After hearing Wang Ran's words, why don't they understand where these changes come from?

“Seats are limited! First come, first served!”

Wang Ran said slowly.

Seats must be won by strength, and only those who are strong enough are eligible to sit in the place closest to him and get the most benefits.

Cultivating the strong requires cultivating materials that can be made.

The upper limit of strength in this world is very low, aptitude has little effect on strength, weak strength is often due to laziness, and mud can't support the wall.

"Limited seats?"

As soon as these words came out, someone outside immediately sat down at the entrance of the tavern.

don't go!

The benefits they gained from listening to the book just now are worth decades or even hundreds of years of hard work. Now even if someone forces them to leave with a knife, they will not obey.

Night fell quietly.

Jiangefang City is an important place in the rivers and lakes, gathering the eyes and ears of many forces.

Strange stories about the drunken immortal spread quickly.

"There is such a thing! Can it be verified?"

"Verified!"

"Okay! My seat will go and have a look tomorrow!"

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"A banished immortal descended into the world?"

"What a breath!"

"Go and see how capable he is!"

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"Elder, something big happened in our city!"

"It's true!"

"Please make sure to go!"

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In a blink of an eye, the next morning came.

The streets outside Xianrenzui are already overcrowded, some people come to listen to books, some come to join in the fun, they surrounded Xianrenzui with three floors outside.

Squeak——

Under the gaze of all the people, the door of Immortal Drunk slowly opened.

But people didn't rush in.

Because a terrible coercion descended from the sky and fell heavily on their shoulders, they were so shocked that they couldn't take a step forward.

Everyone was terrified.

After a night of spreading, Xianrenzui has attracted many long-established masters.

For example, the second head of the Red Swordsman in Hanlin Village, although he is a bandit, his strength is only slightly inferior to the chief disciples of various sects, and he has a lot of notoriety in the world.

Another example is Zheng Fei, the inner sect leader of Jiange. Although he is still some distance away from the chief disciple of Jiange, he has no problem killing seven in and seven out among ordinary martial arts people.

But at this moment, they were all trembling under this coercion.

They feel as small as ants.

They would be shattered to powder if the man sitting in the fairy drink looked at them.

"Only one hundred and eighty-four seats."

A word came out of the door.

The coercion eased little by little, and after about half a stick of incense, the first active person appeared.

"Everyone, let's go ahead!"

He raised his foot with difficulty and stepped into the threshold of immortal drunkenness.

Everyone looked sideways.

Because this person is called Wu Yuan, who sells noodles in Fangshi, and he doesn't show much on weekdays, but he didn't expect to be stronger than Zheng Fei, the second head of the Hanlin village, the red swordsman and the leader of Jiange.

"Wu Yuan!" Zheng Fei gritted his teeth, "You have such ability, what are you doing lurking in Jiangefang City?"

Wu Yuan didn't answer.

As soon as he stepped into Xianrenzui, he felt the invisible pressure on his body disappear. He easily walked in front of Wang Ran, gave Wang Ran a deep bow, and then sat down at the table in the inner ring.

There is a pot of hot tea on the table.

He only took a sip of the tea fragrance and felt comfortable all over.

He picked up the teapot, it wasn't too hot, and he drank wildly at the spout, with surprise in his eyes.

The effect of the tea is stronger than any elixir he has ever swallowed, and it easily opened up several blocked meridians for him, and his strength skyrocketed by several tenths!

"Immortal! Please accept my worship again!"

After half a stick of incense, Red Swordsman and Zheng Fei broke free from the shackles of spiritual coercion one after the other, and crossed the threshold of immortal intoxication.

"Immortal!"

They bowed to Wang Ran respectfully.

Wang Ran stroked the cat silently, and waved his hands without raising his head.

Red Swordsman and Zheng Fei each occupied a table in the inner ring, and soon discovered the mystery of the tea on the table, drinking a pot of tea alone like Wu Yuan.

"Wu Yuan, you are by no means an unknown person!"

"who are you?"

Zheng Fei asked with a look of fear.

Wu Yuan remained silent, as if he didn't hear it.

The Red Swordsman said with a smile: "Zheng Fei, what is your strength, what is this senior's strength? I advise you not to make fun of yourself!"

Wu Yuan is at least at the level of the chief disciples of each faction, and may even be slightly better.

Zheng Fei said angrily: "Red Swordsman, there are quite a few people who want to destroy your Hanlin Village recently, you'd better be careful."

The Red Swordsman poked his neck and said: "There are many people who want to destroy our Hanlin village, but unfortunately they dare not do it, because my elder brother is invincible!"

Zheng Fei sneered: "Call yourself invincible! If you are shameless and can kill people, your elder brother is indeed invincible!"

The two quarreled in the tavern.

"Meow--"

The orange cat raised its eyelids and glared at them dissatisfied.

What's the noise?

If you make any more noise, I will give you a little cat shock.

A ferocious aura rushed over.

Red Swordsman and Zheng Fei were so frightened that their hairs stood on end, they were sweating coldly, and they couldn't speak a word for a while.

This cat! too horrible!

Immortal drunk suddenly became quiet, only the slight sound of Wang Ran's fingers stroking the cat's fur remained.

With the passage of time, the spiritual coercion outside the Immortal Drunk became weaker and weaker, and people walked into the Immortal Drunk one after another.

There are fewer and fewer empty seats in the hall until finally all seats are filled.

Wang Ran said softly: "It's full! Close the door!"

When the voice fell to the ground, the door of Immortal Drunk closed automatically, and all the people in front of the door were pushed away.

"The book is next!"

"It is a true secret of secrets, perfectness, and prudence. There is no other way to cherish one's life."

"Everyone is always full of vigor and vitality, and be careful not to let it leak."

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Two hours later, the door to Immortal Drunk opened again.

One hundred and eighty-four people came out, and they exuded a breath-taking aura, and each of them was like a living master.

"Listen to a storytelling and you've stepped into the realm of a master. The old man's practice over the years has really reached the level of a dog!"

"It's so easy to become a master!"

"Hahaha! Let's see who dares to shit and pee on my head!"

One hundred and eighty-four people listening to storytelling have all stepped into the realm of grand masters, and their strength is equivalent to that of the elders of various factions. As soon as the news came out, the world immediately boiled.