Chapter 2621: Storytelling old man

[Hong Meng Secret Realm, set sail. 】

This is a magical universe, there are countless planes, there are ethnic groups, domains, boundaries, and even the earthland, there are also countless ethnic groups.
With the passing of time, countless strong men were born, leaving behind some desolate deeds for world worship and fantasy.
To say that the most known to the world and the most widely praised is the ‘super demon’ Yun Fei 50,000 years ago.
There are too many legends about him.
No matter the earth, the world, the territory, or the ancestral land of all ethnic groups are chanting enduringly.
It can be said.
The three words Yun Feiyang are legends of an era and the most dazzling of legends in each era.
In particular, the battle with the blood ancestor is hailed as the strongest battle in the second universe!
After Yun Feiyang finally defeated his opponent, he sacrificed with his own life in a selfless and fearless spirit, resurrecting hundreds of millions of creatures that were cruelly obliterated.
In that area of ​​engagement, even now that 50,000 years have passed, shallow sword marks can still be clearly seen. It is said that Yun Feiyang left behind when he battled the blood ancestors.
"later……"
In a mortal plane, an old man with a white beard sat in the downtown area and paused: "Yun Feiyang resurrected from death, married Shen Xiaoyu, and brought his wives back to the hidden forest. Since then, there is no trace of him in the rivers and lakes. "
"what?"
"This is gone?"
The children around them, like readers, have unexpected faces on their faces.
"Grandpa."
A seven- or eight-year-old child said: "Why did Yun Feiyang think about seclusion if his son was not found?"
The old storyteller smiled and said: "Yun Feiyang didn't go to find his son, because his son grew up, and he should go ahead in the future."
The children didn't understand.
The old storyteller looked at the sky, then stood up with a walking stick and said, "Let's talk about it today. If you still want to listen, just wait to understand."
"Oh."
The children dispersed.
However, with his fists and feet on the road, he said: "I really want to grow up quickly to practice martial arts, and then become a big figure like Yun Feiyang!"
"Don't dream, my father said that Yun Feiyang is a rare super genius in a million years. It is impossible for us ordinary people to reach his level."
"I also know that I just set myself a goal, such as earning him a thousand spirit stones first."
The old storyteller shook his head and walked out of the bazaar with a cane on his back. Because he was too old, every step of the walk seemed to be very difficult.
"Grandpa, let me take you back." A twelve-three-year-old boy ran over, holding his arm.
The old storyteller smiled and said, "I live on the mountain."
"On the mountain?"
The boy smiled and said, "It seems a little far away, but if the grandfather can walk and give me the story of Yun Feiyang, it should come soon."
The old storyteller smiled and said: "You little guy sent me, it turned out to have a purpose."
The boy scratched his head and smiled.
"It's okay, okay."
The old storyteller said, "I will tell you more about the story of Yun Feiyang's undercover blood palace."
...
There is a mountain outside the city. Because the mountain road is difficult to walk, few people come on weekdays, just like an isolated paradise.
The boy stepped up step by step with the storyteller, and people gradually became fascinated by the sound.
When he learned that the blood ancestor was outside the secret realm, he ingested the blood of the members with the magical power, and said angrily: "It is a cruel big devil!"
"Grandpa!"
The boy asked, "Are all the members of the dead Blood Palace revived later?"
The old storyteller shook his head and said, "Only one person is resurrected, the others are all dead."
"Alone? Who?"
The boy puzzled.
The old storyteller said: "That man is called Blood Eighteen. Because of his fate with Yun Feiyang, he was resurrected under the power of merit."
"Oh, it's him!"
The boy grinned: "Grandpa, did Blood Eighteen know Guan Shanba's identity?"
The old storyteller said: "I don't know, I still searched for a long time in the universe, but finally I didn't find it.
"Like This."
The boy murmured, quite puzzled: "Yun Feiyang is doing undercover things, there is no record in the history book, how do you know, grandpa?"
"Okay, boy."
The old storyteller stopped and said, "My house is in front, you can go home."
The boy looked up and saw a rather simple hut in the bamboo forest in the distance, so he smiled and said, "Grandpa, do you understand that I will pick you up and continue to tell me the story of Yunfeiyang?"
The storyteller touched his head and smiled, "Yes, yes."
The boy acted politely, and then trot all the way down the mountain, but after a short walk, the heart suddenly stopped, and the blood in the body suddenly boiled, as if it burned at once.
This sensation was fleeting and the heart soon recovered.
He stopped and scratched his head. "Strange, what happened just now?"
The boy didn't think much, and continued to go down the mountain. Behind him, the invisible heaven and earth attributes followed him.
If there is a warrior present, spying on the attributes of the world and the shadows, you will be shocked by the terrorist's qualifications!
...
The old storyteller walked slowly to the bamboo huts.
It's strange.
As he stepped out every step, the camel's waist straightened up, and after ten steps, he was straight like a mountain.
The thin palm and the vicissitudes of the face have also changed. It seems that they are dozens of years younger!
The only thing that doesn't change is his white hair, but as he looks younger, he doesn't look old, but he still has a rather fashionable and alternative feeling.
"call out--"
Suddenly, a correctional image emerged from the dark, carrying a wave of energy that was not detectable.
"Snapped!"
The old storyteller raised his hand, grabbed the kicked foot, and smiled: "The shot is not decisive enough and fails."
"brush!"
Another figure emerged from the dark, but was still grabbed by the old man with the other hand, saying: "The timing is wrong, failure."
"call out--"
At this moment, a stream of light flew from the grass directly in front of it, very fast and suddenly.
However, the old storyteller disagreed, and his head lightly passed.
"Boom!"
The flying thing was smashed and the water splashed out and poured the old storyteller directly.
He frowned slightly, and immediately smelled of urine.
"Brush! Brush!"
It was at this time ~EbookFREE.me~ that the two bound little guys broke free and burrowed into the grass like a rabbit.
"Little Bunny!"
The storyteller shouted, "Dare to me!"
"brush!"
"brush!"
The two little guys who fled, as well as the other little guy who just attacked, were directly drawn by some force.
"Dad! Daddy! Oh no! Cloud God of War, Cloud Sect Master, Cloud Allied Master, Cloud Hero, Cloud Hero, Dad Cloud Master...Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo old!"The three little guys are poor Begging for mercy.

PS, the new chapter, also belongs to the Fanwai chapter, you can continue to chase if you like it, and stop at the previous chapter as the ending.
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