Lanzhou, Fancheng.

Fancheng is located on the shore of the East China Sea, and is Lanzhou Prefecture City.

It is like a fierce beast, lying across the coast of the East China Sea, standing proudly between heaven and earth.

Zuixiao Tower is about a hundred feet high, like a big flag, standing upright in Fancheng in the wind.

The people outside the restaurant were noisy and noisy, and the hawking sounds of small vendors were heard one after another.

On the stage inside the building, the women are gorgeous, and the piano and dance music are very beautiful, attracting many viewers. The restaurant is very lively, with many passers-by and tourists coming and going, and tables and chairs are placed around the stage.

The dancer slowly stepped down, and a weak middle-aged man walked up to the stage from the steps. His pale blue clothes had been washed and turned white, but he was meticulously organized.

He has a high nose bridge and thin lips. He sits upright on the seats placed by the servants on the stage, and there is a table in front of him.

The storyteller gently lifted his black hair, and his ears were exposed, but it showed a rare abnormality, like an iron ring, one by one, one by one, and the ears were wrapped in the ears. The three ears overlapped and were finally covered by the black hair.

A faint fragrance of sandalwood filled my arms, and the hollowed-out carved windows were shining with spots of sunlight.

The folding fan in the storyteller's hand suddenly opened completely, like a peacock spreading his tail, refracting light against the sunlight, like a sacred one.

The awakened wood in his hand slapped heavily at the table.

With a snap.

Attracting the attention of all guests in the lobby, his unique voice resounded throughout the world: "Today I want to talk about a big man who is earth-shaking today."

"A master who has disappeared for many years but has influenced China."

"He has killed the immortal god."

"He overturned a dynasty with his own strength."

"He has many strategies and is known as the wisest man in China."

"Mr. Chen!"

The storyteller looked at the place where the sounds were heard, and around the location not far from the stage, a big man from a table stood up and shouted.

The storyteller slapped the wood and heard a loud voice in all directions: "It is Mr. Chen, who was the first in the list of strange people in the past and now is on the list of immortal gods in the East Sheng Shenzhou."

"Mr. Chen Da is a wise man, and his wisdom is comparable to Wenqu."

"I am very capable, but my ability to teach my disciples is unparalleled in the world."

"North Korea King Zhou was just a wandering cultivator in the world in the past, but he became a disciple of Mr. Chen. The professor had risen at the Six Gates in less than a year, and finally made great contributions and was named king."

"The Nanyue rebelled, and the dead Nanyue prince was originally a slave to God and begged Mr. Chen Da, so he was taught by Mr. Chen for several days. He endured for many years. Once it broke out, he restored Yue and defeated me in a row."

"There is another Dragon King Anjiang, who was originally just an ordinary aquarium. He also worshipped Mr. Chen as his teacher. Once he jumped into the dragon gate, turned into a dragon body, and entered the top of the world, becoming a powerful demon god."

The originally lively and noisy lobby, under the unique voice of the storyteller, couldn't help but calm down slowly. The storyteller's words seemed to have infinite charm, and the content was fascinating.

"Mr. Chen Da has the ability to turn decay into magic. Even if he is a mediocre talent, as long as he joins Mr. Chen Da's disciple, he can become a peerless genius, shine, shine, and shine for an era."

When a congenital warrior heard this, he couldn't help but cheered excitedly. He slapped the table in front of him. The bowls and chopsticks were shaken, and the chopsticks had fallen under the table. The congenital warrior said excitedly: "Hateful."

"Mr. Chen Da has already gone to Huaguo Mountain, otherwise I will go to Shendu and worship Mr. Chen Da's disciple."

"I have already cultivated my soul and become a master. I will never be over fifty years old and I am still wasting my years innately."

The storyteller slapped the wood, suppressed the voices of discussion, and continued to speak: "Mr. Chen's deeds have been spread throughout the world. I have said more than once. Today I will talk about some secrets that the guests do not know."

"Talk about the general trend of China."

"Speak quickly?"

The urging sound was heard, accompanied by the sound of copper coins falling.

"All guests know that it has been ten years since Mr. Chen and his apprentice crossed the sea to Huaguo Mountain."

"How is Mr. Chen in Huaguo Mountain? No one knows it."

"But Mr. Chen went to Huaguo Mountain, but the impact has not stopped. Over the past ten years, related matters have erupted in the land of China."

"Since the Anjiang gambling battle, the heroes of China have returned, and many major events have happened one after another, three of which are the most noteworthy."

"Poisoning the poison king of Baiyue, shocking all the heroes, and making the four great generals of Dazhen protecting the country split, scaring them to death."

"There is also the last thing that the leader of the three major families in the world is the death of the head of the Xiahou family in Zhongtu."

"These three major events happened in the Three Kingdoms and affected the general trend of the Three Kingdoms. In addition to the rebellion of the Dongtuyue people, Mr. Chen Da went to Huaguo Mountain, but the influence of Mr. Chen Da made the country turbulent."

After the storyteller's words fell, a listener in the lobby couldn't help but feel aggrieved and almost burst into tears of grievance.

Too difficult.

Living is really hard.

Chen Qingfeng found out that this was to go to Huaguo Mountain, otherwise he might not have lived in Dongsheng Shenzhou for ten years.

These shit pots started to buckle on their heads, really treating themselves as trash cans.

The storyteller's voice continued to sound, "The Poison King, this is one of the three kings of Baiyue."

"A well-deserved Baiyue figure is enough to determine Baiyue's fate, and the Yue people in our Dongdi are only one of the hundreds of clans of Baiyue, and the Poison King is in charge of more than 30 clans."

The previous one did not understand the meaning, but when the storyteller described it like this, everyone was shocked, and they couldn't believe it in their eyes that the status of the poison king had been revealed.

"The Baiyue has been in turmoil for ten years. Only three months ago, when the chaos alarmed the old ancestor of Baiyue, can the new Poison King succeed him."

"It is said that this new poison king was appointed by the barbarian god. He came from the Baiyue ancestral land and was not the leader of the clan."

"This heir from the ancestral land is a living immortal god."

"Xi Tu Dazhen died of a national protection general. This died at the hands of outsiders in Dongtu, which angered the Xi Tu god general and threatened to ask Mr. Chen for an explanation."

Storytellers have different tones, their voices have emotions and a strong sense of substitution, depicting a master who is no longer a world of martial arts but is a world of chaos.

Finally, the storyteller slapped awakening and said regretfully: "It's a pity that Mr. Chen has never returned to China so far."

"Otherwise, Baiyue Poison King, Dazhen God General, Xiahou Family, etc., will definitely not give up, and there will be a generation of genius Chu Tiange."

"I don't know what kind of grudges and revenge will be performed."

Mamap.

China is too dangerous.

I want to go back to Huaguo Mountain.
Chapter completed!