While Wang Ye was confused, the huge hall instantly returned to silence.
Everyone already understands the power of the Demonic Saint King.
Now what everyone wants to know more is how this former holy king, who was so powerful in martial arts and conquered the world, disappeared because of the death of a woman.
Seeing that everyone became quiet, Mr. Guo continued: "It is said that this holy king's strength greatly increased after he obtained the Blood Evil Sword, and then he went rampant in the world, and no one could stop him."
"Even Bai Mingyu, the leader of the righteous path, can't stop him and doesn't dare to show his face..."
"Nonsense!"
Before Mr. Guo could finish his words, Bai Luhan said: "Bai Mingyu's martial arts is the unity of nature and man, and he rarely encounters opponents..."
"Especially his Qiankun Sword Qi is even more powerful in the world..."
"How could he not be the opponent of this holy king?"
At this time, Bai Luhan opened his mouth and questioned directly.
"Good question..."
Hearing Bai Luhan's words, Mr. Guo on the stage smiled slightly and said: "This girl knows the anecdotes of the world at a glance!"
"Yes, Bai Mingyu is the leader of the righteous path, and martial arts is no longer a mortal realm."
"It's a pity that the girl only knows that Bai Mingyu's Qiankun Sword Qi is powerful and powerful, but she doesn't know that the Holy Lord also has the miraculous power of clearing wind and turning evil spirits?"
"The breeze transforms evil spirits?"
Hearing Mr. Guo's words, Bai Luhan was slightly startled: "What kind of martial arts is that?"
"This technique is a unique and unique skill of the Holy Lord. Once this move is performed, it is like the breeze blowing on the face, but it can transform all the martial arts in the world!"
"That day, the Holy Lord fought with Bai Mingyu for three days and three nights. Bai Mingyu's Qiankun Sword Qi came out with eight swords, which had the power to split mountains, cut seas, and divide rivers."
"But even such a domineering and outstanding martial artist was completely transformed by the Holy Lord's gentle breeze!"
During his speech, Mr. Guo was eloquent and eloquent, which made people fascinated.
Aji on the side was even more amazed: "This little girl has a lot of clever ideas in the movie. As soon as this provocative trick came out, Mr. Guo actually said another paragraph..."
Behind the words, Aji looked secretly happy.
"No one knows the outcome of that battle. Everyone only knows that when Bai Mingyu returned, his clothes were completely ruined, his chest was stained with blood, and he was seriously injured."
! ! !
Mr. Guo actually knows about this?
As soon as these words came out, Wang Ye couldn't help but be stunned, and couldn't help but look at Mr. Guo with admiration.
Just when Wang Ye was stunned, Mr. Guo's voice came through again: "After that, the demon sect that I just mentioned will be rampant, and no one can stop it."
"If it were the original way, I would have to pay extra for talking about this part more, but I am happy tonight, so I will give this part to you!"
In his words, Mr. Guo seemed quite grand.
"Mr. Guo is awesome!"
After hearing Mr. Guo's words, the other spectators started to boo.
"Since this holy king is so powerful, why did he die again?"
Bai Luhan didn't seem to give up and asked.
"Isn't this back to my previous topic?"
At this time, Mr. Guo smiled, picked up the wake wood, threw it on the table, and said, "Please listen carefully to these matters!"
As soon as these words came out, the night bird in the huge Songfeng Tower became silent.
After making seven turns and eight turns, he can still come back again. This shows Mr. Guo's ability to control the field.
At this time, Wang Ye seemed particularly serious.
At this time, even he wanted to know how Mr. Guo could continue to compile this story.
"Although this holy king is strong in martial arts, his life is unruly!"
At this time, Mr. Guo put away the folding fan in his hand, and his words were a little more playful: "When the devil's sect was rampant in the world, he recruited beautiful women from all over the world and accepted them as saints."
"There are so many saints, thirty-six of them."
Speaking of this, Mr. Guo raised his tone.
Wow!
Following Mr. Guo's words, everyone present was in an uproar.
All the guests were extremely shocked by the number.
? ? ?
As soon as these words came out, Wang Ye froze on the spot, looking confused.
Damn it, are you talking about yourself?
When he was in charge of the Demon Sect, there were only six saints at its peak, so what the hell were there thirty-six?
Where did the extra thirty come from?
Just when Wang Ye looked confused, Mr. Guo's voice continued: "And in addition to these thirty-six saints, there are dozens of female slaves!"
"This holy king sings and sings every night in the devil's sect every day, and holds open meetings with this holy slave girl. It is really unbearable."
"Everyone also knows that Yuanyang, the martial arts practitioner, is the most important. According to the tossing method like this from the Holy Lord, no matter how high the martial arts is, he can't bear the tossing."
"As things continue like this, the Holy Lord's Yuanyang is exhausted, and his martial arts realm plummets. It just so happens that Zhengdao secretly accumulates strength to jointly attack the Demon Sect. Since then, this generation of Holy Lords has died in the attack!"
Damn it!
Hearing this, Wang Ye was completely helpless.
These gangster storytellers are really damn good, and they are making up nonsense while they are dead.
He tolerated thirty more saints.
But it's a bit too much for these dozens of female slaves to hold naked meetings every day.
The most egregious thing is that he is tired of martial arts battles and has a temperament that makes everyone disappear. This grandson did not write about it at all.
All the rumors went to his private life.
Thinking of this, Wang Ye was about to say something, but at this moment, someone tapped him on the shoulder.
Turning his head, he saw Doctor Zhu looking directly at him with a strange light in his eyes.
"Shopkeeper Wang, listen..."
At this time, looking at Wang Ye in front of him, Doctor Zhu said: "This is a bloody lesson!"
"This generation of holy kings, with their high martial arts, righteousness, and martial arts, are no match for him, but in the end, they died because they exhausted their Yuan Yang."
"It's really sad that a generation of heroes has fallen like this. It shows that men must protect Yuanyang!"
"My deer antler, tiger penis and ginseng are proven to be able to replenish the yang and strengthen the weak body. It's not too late for you to take supplements now!"
Doctor Zhu spoke heartbrokenly and sincerely, as if he was really worried about Wang Ye.
"Mr. Zhu..."
After hearing Dr. Zhu's words, Wang Ye said, "This copy of Mr. Guo's storytelling manuscript was written by someone you paid for, right?"
The first half of this story is really incomparable. There is no fiction at all. It is definitely the most realistic situation at that time.
But in the second half, the style changed strangely, focusing on the chaos of private life and Yuanyang.
If Dr. Zhu had not tampered with this manuscript, Wang Ye would not believe it even to death!
"That's right..."
Hearing this, Dr. Zhu's face turned serious and he said, "Isn't the first half of this book exciting?"
"Wonderful…"
At this time, Wang Ye spoke.
"Still!"
Before Wang Ye could finish what he said, Doctor Zhu said: "On the premise of ensuring that everyone has a wonderful and enjoyable listening experience, I only made some small changes, which are harmless!"
As he spoke, Dr. Zhu also stroked his beard with a proud look on his face.
