"What will be broken down next time? I can't wait now, so tell me quickly. You've been telling this little story for half a month. I can't eat well or sleep well now. I'm so thin that I only have two It’s a hundred pounds!” A fat man said loudly, banging the table and shouting.
"That's right, can't you talk more every day? If you don't finish telling this story today, I will smash your book stall!"
"Say it, say it! If you don't tell us, we're going to smash your stall!" All the onlookers were so anxious that they immediately started to quarrel, and even if you didn't tell them, they would really hit you.
"Since all the spectators are so complimentary, I will tell you the rest of the story today!" The storyteller originally just wanted to whet everyone's appetite, but he didn't expect that these people were so hot-tempered that they even wanted to hit people and smash the stalls. I was sweating profusely, so I had to pretend to be calm and said with a smile.
"That's right. It should have been like this a long time ago. You talk like that every day and it makes everyone feel itchy. Everyone has been in a trance these days!"
"Come on, come on, come on, what will happen if they are surrounded?" When everyone heard that the storyteller was willing to continue talking, everyone quickly found a stool to sit down, urging them.
"Just now we said that these five thousand elite monks were deceived by these ghost cultivators and were surrounded by them. Everyone was shocked. There were actually a hundred thousand of these ghost cultivators." The storyteller was about to stop. Yu slapped the table, and everyone suddenly became quiet, and then heard the storyteller continue.
"One hundred thousand people? Then these five thousand elites were wiped out by the entire army killed by these ghost cultivators in no time?" someone questioned.
"What's next? Isn't it that Cheng Yu is here? Where are the others? Why haven't they shown up yet?" Some people came just for Cheng Yu, but after talking for a long time, they didn't see Cheng Yu appear, and the spectators suddenly became anxious.
"It would be fine if they were just one hundred thousand ordinary ghost cultivators, but what shocked these five thousand elites even more was that there was one second-order ghost king and ten first-order ghost kings among the one hundred thousand replacement cultivators.
The appearance of the Ghost King obviously surprised all the human monks, but fortunately this time Wuji Palace had already had foresight. Elder Chang Huan and Elder Chang Yun were both peerless masters in the middle stage of Mahayana. How could ordinary people do anything about them.
However, everyone never expected that the strength of this second-level ghost king was earth-shattering, comparable to that of the late Mahayana. With the abilities of Elder Chang Huan and Elder Chang Yun, they were unable to defeat this second-level ghost king.
Not only that, the two of them were actually at a disadvantage when they combined their efforts. This time they really met a strong opponent. And the five thousand elites were led by the remaining ghost kings to kill them to the point where the ghosts and gods were shocked and weeping.
These five thousand elites suffered a huge loss in terms of numbers. After this battle, it was really tragic and blood flowed like a river. Although these five thousand elites are getting fewer and fewer, they have never given up.
The two sides fought for ten days and ten nights, which was unprecedentedly brutal. Of the one hundred thousand ghost cultivators, as many as fifty thousand were killed by these five thousand elites, and only half of the five thousand elites were left.
Facing the remaining 50,000 ghost cultivators, with only more than 2,000 people, it is obvious that there is no way to get rid of all the ghost cultivators. Facing 50,000 ghost cultivators, they could no longer hold on any longer, and the only outcome waiting for them was death.
Soon enough, just when everyone felt hopeless, a man fell from the sky!
Everyone saw that he had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a face like a crown jewel. He looked like a handsome young man. However, the most unforgettable thing is not his handsome face, but the fact that there is a fire dragon wrapped around his body.
ha! The jade-faced young man spread his hands, and the fire dragon on his body suddenly turned into a sea of fire, wiping out the fifty thousand ghost cultivators in an instant.
Everyone was immediately shocked. This was like a god coming down to earth. They all knelt on the ground to worship!
This person is none other than the number one member of the younger generation in Wuji Palace, Cheng Yu! "The storyteller was spitting, what he said was thrilling, especially when Cheng Yu appeared on the stage, he was described as a peerless figure like a god.
"Wow! Isn't this too ridiculous? It took 5,000 elites ten days and ten nights to kill 50,000 ghost cultivators. He killed five ghost cultivators in one fell swoop. Do you think he is really a god? ?”
"That's right, you are just talking nonsense. Cheng Yu is just a distracting monk. And this time, the elites of the ghost-suppressing cultivators are at worst in the middle and late stages of integration. Where is his turn to get a distracting monk? Se? He killed 50,000 ghost cultivators by himself. If you ask me, he might not be able to kill even one ghost cultivator!"
"Haha! That's right, you're such a good storyteller. You couldn't have taken advantage of Cheng Yu and came here to brag for him, right?"
"The news for you people is too lagging behind. Cheng Yu is already a peerless master in the integration stage. Do you think he is the same as you?"
"Drink! Even if he is already in the combined stage, so what? Which of those elite monks who went to eliminate ghost cultivators is not in the combined stage? It took ten days and ten nights to kill 50,000 ghost cultivators, and he has What is your ability to kill 50,000 ghost cultivators at once? If this is not bragging, what is it? I would be a fool if I believed it!"
"Tch, I'm not forcing you to believe it. The elite masters who participated in this campaign to suppress the ghost cultivators all said it themselves that they were able to wipe out these ghost cultivators this time. Cheng Yu's first achievement is that this is not the case. Fake? I don’t have this ability, but I can’t see others having this ability. It’s really ridiculous!”
"Seeing how you defend Cheng Yu, could it be that you also benefit from accepting him? Otherwise, why would you speak for him like this?"
"I'm just speaking for justice. Cheng Yu's strength has been rumored for a long time. This person can easily fight across levels. Although he is only a combined monk, he can easily kill Mahayana masters. Even the second-level ghost king was killed by Cheng Yu in the end. Yu Sha, this is my idol!" The man said with envy.
It turns out that this person regards Cheng Yu as his idol, no wonder he defends Cheng Yu so much.
It's not just him, now Cheng Yu's fans can be said to have spread throughout the entire world of cultivation. Even in this teahouse, he is not the only one who regards Cheng Yu as his idol.
In an instant, these fans of Cheng Yu were quarreling with those who questioned Cheng Yu. However, those good people were happy to see such a scene. After Mr. Storyteller’s story was finished, it was extremely exciting to watch them all argue with red faces. They would never enter Mr. Storyteller’s story.
In short, this time Cheng Yu made a huge contribution to the cultivation of ghost suppression. Some people said it was good and some said it was bad. Just like a huge stone dropped into the water, it caused thousands of waves for a while. The entire cultivation world was full of people talking about Cheng Yu. The legend lasts forever!
