The female channel who wears books, is killed by the heroine on her wedding day

"Tingxuelou has not found the whereabouts of the two longevity seals for the time being. Maybe we can ask someone from Luowang."

Ye Lingtian said to himself.

He stood up slowly, holding on to the soft mink fur. His previous mink fur had been punctured, but this one was very warm and of better quality.

Without being polite, Ye Lingtian put on his mink fur and took another look at the scroll on the bow.

Just wave.

The scroll flew into his hand.

Click!

With a gentle squeeze, the scroll shattered into pieces.

"Feng Huojun is a unique opponent, and the Phoenix Nirvana Sutra should also be unique."

Ye Lingtian said softly.

call out!

He turned into an afterimage and flew away.

......

Suburbs.

A wooden house is shrouded in the moonlight, a bonfire is lit, and the smell of barbecue fills the air.

An elegant and handsome man in a white robe was carefully grilling meat, waving a folding fan gently in his hand and letting out bursts of smoke.

Next to him, a woman in a wheelchair looked at him seriously, with a sweet smile on her face.

Oh oh oh!

Suddenly, a gust of wind came, and the flames continued to tremble.

The handsome man instantly raised his head and looked forward, with a dignified look in his eyes.

"Azhen, what's wrong?"

The woman in the wheelchair looked at the man in confusion.

The storyteller said softly: "It's okay! You go to the house and wait for a while. I will call you after the meat is roasted."

After saying that, he pushed the woman into the house.

Then he closed the door.

Walked outside the courtyard alone.

outside the hospital.

Dozens of martial arts figures holding weapons appeared. They stared at the storyteller with murderous intent in their eyes.

"Snarling thief and storyteller, tonight is the day you die."

A middle-aged man came out, pointing a spear in his hand at the storyteller. His strength was not weak, he was at the peak of his master!

"Shengun Sect, Wang Chong!"

The storyteller slowly revealed the identity of this person.

Wang Chong said coldly: "Storyteller, you killed my brother Wang Yin three months ago. This blood debt must be settled."

The storyteller smiled lightly and said: "Your brother is not a good guy. He targeted a certain family's magic gun and killed everyone in the family. As a result, a descendant of that family escaped, and then he paid a high price to find the trap... ..”

"Shut up! That's nonsense. How could my brother do such a dirty thing? You, a thief, only want to kill people, but you dare to slander his innocence. You are really looking for death."

Wang Chong roared angrily and immediately attacked the storyteller. The spear in his hand swept out with terrifying pressure.

"Are you angry? Your brother is not a good person, and neither are you."

The storyteller sneered while waving his folding fan, and a coercion erupted.

boom!

After one move.

Wang Chong was knocked back more than ten meters, his face extremely gloomy.

The storyteller remained motionless. He waved his folding fan gently and said with a faint smile: "Compared with your brother, you are quite inferior."

Wang Chong clenched his spear, looked at the martial arts people around him and said, "Fellow Taoists, please help me hunt down this evil thief."

"Go!"

These martial arts people didn't talk nonsense and took action immediately, and there were even a few masters among them.

The storyteller's eyes exploded with murderous intent, and he immediately rushed forward.

"what......"

A burst of screams rang out.

After a cup of tea.

There were all corpses on the ground. Only the Storyteller and Wang Chong were still standing. Wang Chong had a few scars on his body.

The storyteller held a blood-stained folding fan and stared at Wang Chong with a playful expression. Are these people trying to kill him? Ridiculous.

"Damn!"

When Wang Chong saw something was wrong, he gritted his teeth and ran for his life decisively.

"Have you left?"

The storyteller smiled coldly, stepped forward, and immediately came behind Wang Chong, just when he was about to strike with a move.

call out!

A long sword flew towards him.

The storyteller's face changed slightly and he immediately escaped.

Not far away, a Taoist priest appeared.

"Daoist Qingsong!"

When Wang Chong saw the visitor, he couldn't help but look happy, because the visitor was none other than Zhao Qingsong from Longhu Mountain.

"Old Taoist Qingsong!"

The storyteller stared at Zhao Qingsong solemnly, then glanced at the wooden house behind him, knowing that things were in trouble.

Zhao Qingsong glanced at the storyteller and sneered: "I didn't expect that there was an unexpected surprise. Before, you followed the coir raincoat guest to my Longhu Mountain, which was quite majestic. Now the poor Taoist is just in time to eliminate demons and defend the road, and kill you, a thief who traps people."

The storyteller said solemnly: "Since the Taoist Master wants to kill me, why not go to the front and ask me for advice on the Taoist Master's clever tricks."

Zhao Qingsong looked sarcastic and unmoved. His real goal here was not for the storyteller.

Seeing that Zhao Qingsong was indifferent, the storyteller condensed his heart, stopped talking nonsense, gritted his teeth, and immediately killed Zhao Qingsong.

"The mantis arm is a car, and it is beyond its own power."

Zhao Qingsong smiled coldly and waved the sword in his hand.

boom!

The storyteller was directly blasted away, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face turned extremely pale.

He is only at the peak of a grandmaster, so how can he be the opponent of a mid-stage grandmaster?

When Wang Chong saw this, a happy look appeared on his face.

"Let's go!"

Zhao Qingsong's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he walked towards the storyteller with a long sword.

Stab it!

Just when he was about to continue taking action, a silver needle flew out of the wooden house.

Ding!

Zhao Qingsong casually waved his sword and shattered the silver needle.

Squeak!

The door of the wooden house opens automatically.

The woman who was sitting in the wheelchair came out with a calm expression, and she was holding a strange long sword in her hand.

"A Nian..."

The storyteller looked at the woman blankly. Can the woman stand up?

What about her memory? Has it been restored as well?

"Steal the door, Shen Nian!"

Zhao Qingsong looked at the woman coldly. This woman was not a simple woman. She came from the Thief Sect and had also stolen Longhu Mountain's Evil-Slaying Sword.

The person who steals the door is good at stealing. He can penetrate everywhere in the world and has extremely special methods.

Shen Nian sighed softly and said: "Taoist Master Qingsong, it is indeed wrong for the little girl to steal Zhanxie from Longhu Mountain. Now I will return Zhanxie to the Taoist, and I ask the Taoist to give us a way out."

"Haha! What qualifications does a snare thief and a robber have to survive? Death is your destination."

Zhao Qingsong sneered again and again. Previously at Longhu Mountain, he had been beaten to the point of losing his temper by Night Owl, Coiled Clothes Guest, and others. Now he just happened to kill two people to vent his inner anger.

The storyteller held the folding fan tightly, stood in front of Shen Nian, and said in a deep voice: "A-Nian, you go first, I will stop him."

Shen Nian's Qinggong was extraordinary. If she wanted to leave, even the Grand Master-level Taoist Master Qingsong wouldn't be able to catch her.

"Block me? What a joke!"

Zhao Qingsong swung his sword casually, and sword energy exploded.

The storyteller immediately resisted.

Shen Nian's eyes narrowed and instead of running away, he waved his sword to resist.

boom!

The next moment, the two of them were knocked away, their bodies covered with sword wounds, and the wooden house behind them collapsed in an instant.

Stab it!

The evil-killing sword penetrated the ground.

"Die!"

A chill appeared on Zhao Qingsong's face, and he was about to draw his sword again.

"and many more!"

A lazy voice suddenly sounded.

"Ok?"

Zhao Qingsong turned around.

I happened to see a young man wearing a mink fur robe, with his hands in his sleeves and a lazy look walking over.