"Have you heard? There are many people who were promoted to masters after listening to a storytelling session in Jiangefang City!"
"Your news is so out of date! I already knew it!"
"The immortal who was listening to the storytelling was Zuili. He was very particular about his seats. Those who were close to him were all promoted to Grand Masters. He punched down to open up the monument and cut off the road!"
"Real or false, can we go and listen?"
"It's late!"
"There are only one hundred and eighty-four positions in Immortal Zui, and they are all won by strength. If you listened last time, you still have a chance to squeeze in this time, but can you beat the Grandmaster now?"
Jiange is the center of the world's arena.
It didn't take half a day for what happened in Jiangefang City to spread a lot, and the story of being promoted to grand master after listening to storytelling spread throughout the major forces in the world in the blink of an eye.
All of a sudden, many experts rushed towards Jiangefang City.
Everyone who received the news last time but did not come to listen to the storytelling was filled with regret, including some elders of Jiange.
Jiangefang City was at their feet, and they were the first to learn about the storytelling, but at that time they did not believe that listening to a storytelling would be of much help to their strength.
I believe it now, but it's too late.
Most of them have not yet reached the threshold of the master realm, and the qualifications for listening to storytelling are linked to their strength, so they are destined to miss storytelling.
After all, the 184 people who listened to storytelling in the last wave were all promoted to masters.
"This is so unfair!"
Some people are outraged.
"Those like us who got the news late, or accidentally missed the first time, wouldn't we have no chance at all?"
Wang Ran originally planned that each person could only listen to storytelling once.
But when he thought about it carefully, the converts of the evil god should not be underestimated. People in this world would not improve much if they listened to the storytelling once. In the end, they might still give food to the converts of the evil god to kill.
So he canceled the limit on the number of times he could listen to books.
But he also knew that the level of power in this world was too low. After the first batch of people who listened to storytelling got the benefits, they almost blocked the way for those who followed.
this is not good.
He is the savior, and He is here to do only three things.
fair!
fair!
It's his fault.
"The first batch of people who listened to the book were mixed, and there were even professional gangsters among them. Making bad guys stronger will not do any good to the world."
"You have to carefully select candidates for the next lecture."
The day passed in a flash.
In a blink of an eye, it was time for the second lecture. The outside of Xianren Zui was crowded with people. No one who was not a master was qualified to stand on the street in front of Xianren Zui.
"Head of the Kongshan Sect, please give me a thin face and let me and my disciples stand in front."
"Where did this little sect come from? Get out of here!"
"If you haven't reached the master level, stand outside consciously. You are too weak. Even if the door opens, you won't be able to grab a position."
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The immortal is drunk and the heads are shaking.
There were too many powerful masters present, and ordinary experts could only wait on the wall.
In other words, the leaders and supreme elders of each sect are not only highly cultivated but also have a lot of helpers. Only then can they stand in the front row of the crowd, waiting for the immortal to open the door.
When the time came, a huge pressure fell from the sky, suppressing everyone until they could move.
Squeak——
The door to Immortal Zui opened automatically, and a few words floated out.
"The rules have changed starting today."
"Only people with good nature can enter, and some seats will be reserved for newcomers who have never heard of storytelling."
As he spoke, the intensity of the pressure dropped rapidly.
The leaders standing in the first row gradually had room to breathe. They took a big breath of air and moved forward with difficulty against the pressure. Big beads of sweat continued to appear on their foreheads.
After half a stick of incense, a little-known head of a small sect walked into Xianrenzui first.
His face was full of surprise.
The reason why he was the first to walk into Immortal Drunkenness was not because he was the strongest, but because he was squeezed against the wall and could hold on to the wall when he walked into Immortal Druid.
He came to Wang Ran tremblingly, bowed to Wang Ran, and then sat down at one of the four tables closest to Wang Ran.
He took a deep breath and smelled the aroma in the teapot.
"This is."
With a bright look on his face, he picked up the teapot and poured it into his mouth.
tons tons tons tons tons
Drink it all in one gulp!
He opened his arms, his sleeves were bulging as if they were blowing, and there was a strong edge between his brows and eyes.
"Grandmaster! Hahahahaha!"
When the leaders outside Xianren Zui heard the commotion, their eyes were split open. No longer caring about their image, they crawled into Xianren Zui and rushed to the position close to Wang Ran.
"Step aside!"
"You're the one who should get out of the way!"
"Heavenly Sword!"
"The Great Jade God-Sealing Palm!"
"Everyone, get out of here!"
"This position is mine!"
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The heads, who were usually extremely solemn, fought violently in Xianren Zuili, but taking into account Wang Ran's existence, they did not dare to damage the tables and chairs in Xianren Zuili. They were so timid that they looked a bit ridiculous.
Immortal drunkenness is an eye-opener for outsiders.
Wang Ran glanced at these heads while petting the cat.
He said calmly: "It is a good thing to be aggressive, but you must also be measured. If you break anything in Xianren Zui, the two people fighting will get out together!"
As he spoke, he threw away the two guys who had beaten the wood chips everywhere with their sword energy.
The movement in the immortal's drunkenness suddenly became much quieter.
“Sit down and settle down!”
he said again.
This time, the leaders stopped fighting and all rushed towards Wang Ran with their swords. The four tables closest to Wang Ran were all occupied at once.
Just sit down and feel at ease.
The heads who didn't get a seat didn't dare to take action, so they could only sit down at the second table with an annoyed look on their faces.
More and more people are entering Xianrenzui.
At the same time, there were many people standing at the door of Xianrenzui, with their arms stretched into Xianrenzui, but their feet could not step in.
They cried and howled loudly.
"Immortal! Please let me in!"
"Although I kill people and set fires, I am a good person. My brothers can prove it!"
"Immortal! Look at me!"
"I have been obedient since I was a child! As long as you let me in, Immortal, I can do whatever you want me to do!"
Wang Ran ignored them.
He has an orange cat that can read minds. He knows who is a good person and who is not. He can tell when the orange cat wags its tail.
But he was more interested in the "immortals" these people called.
This world has its own language system. The so-called immortals and immortals are his own translations. In the context of this world, they correspond to strong men who can break the void.
Equivalent to gods.
Only gods can break through space and enter the world sea.
Wang Ran was actually a little curious.
There is a legend about Shattered Void in this world, which shows that gods were born a long time ago, but I don’t know why they are so stretched now. The so-called Grand Master’s single attribute is less than one thousand.
A little nutrient solution can make the eyes of people in this world glow green.
After eliminating the convert of the evil god, if there is still extra time, he can explore this matter and see what happened to the world to become the barren state it is today.
In fact, he discovered that Anna's world was the same.
That world has the footprints of angels. It should have been a rich and powerful world in the past, but I don't know what happened. In the end, I could only spend a few hundred dollars to ask someone to save me.
It stands to reason that the world can absorb energy and matter from the World Sea and continuously strengthen itself. As time goes by, it will only become stronger and stronger.
But Wang Ran has already encountered two declining worlds.
He was curious about what this declining world had experienced. If he could discover the cause, he might be able to prevent the same thing from happening on Earth.
After a while, the seats in Immortal Zuili were full.
All those who had not yet grabbed a seat were pushed out by an invisible force, and then the door to Immortal Zui was closed.
Snapped!
Wang Ran took a photo of Su Su indifferently.
"Book next time!"
"Sun Houhou was deceived into being a bute horse. He was originally very happy. But when he first heard that he was just a horse breeder, he suddenly felt a gap in his heart. And when there is a gap, there will be trouble."
Everyone in the hall fell into a trance amidst the sound of storytelling, and a continuous celestial palace and a vivid and unruly monkey appeared in front of their eyes.
Time passed quietly until Wang Ran slapped the wake-up wood again.
Snapped!
Everyone woke up from their trance.
Wang Ran said calmly: "That's the end of storytelling this time. Please come back."
The door to Immortal Zui opens automatically.
The door was crowded with people.
Although people outside the door can't get any benefit from the storytelling, they can hear Wang Ran's voice and share the story of "Journey to the West" with the people in Xianren Zuili.
Everyone in Xianren Zui was in a trance under the sound of storytelling, so they knew better what Wang Ran said.
The people in Immortal Zui walked out one after another.
"Immortal."
Not everyone walked out, but a small group of people gathered around Wang Ran.
"May I ask where you are from?"
"Have you ever heard of my ancestor, Master Jian Chi?"
The head of the sword pavilion with white hair and white beard asked.
Wang Ran looked at him sideways: "Your ancestor shattered the void? When?"
The head of the Jiange Pavilion said cautiously: "Not only my ancestor, but also my ancestor's wife and children have all been shattered into pieces. It's just that the time cannot be determined, and we, the younger generation, don't know exactly when it is."
Wang Ran said in surprise: "What do you mean you can't take the test?"
Sects with a long history usually record major events in their sect. There will never be a major event in history that they don't know when and what happened.
Unless there has been turmoil and the relevant records have been lost.
The head of Jiange hesitated and said: "I don't know why, but the records of past events in the sect are very confusing. Many events have been recorded more than ten times, and the time is different each time."
Wang Ran was slightly startled.
"So are we."
"Is this also the case in Jiange?"
"Ours is messed up too."
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The heads talked in various directions.
Wang Ran raised his eyebrows.
If it was just the Jiange family whose records were confused, it might be that someone had maliciously tampered with the records, but since so many sects said they had encountered this situation, there must be something hidden behind it.
Wang Ran fell into deep thought.
The same thing was recorded more than ten times at different times. Either there was something wrong with the thing itself, or there was something wrong with the person who recorded the thing.
If both of these are fine.
That is.
Something wrong with time?
(End of chapter)
