Royal Power!

Long Floating Realm!

Feeling the vast nostalgia and information in his heart, An Qisheng felt a hint of emotion in his heart.

The past flashed like water in my heart.

Zhang Haohao, Zhang Tingting, Tieshan, Yan Kaiyu, Liuming, Bai Xian'er, Li Ling, Huang Fu, Sun En, Pang Wanyang, Yan Kuangtu, Mu Qingfeng, Yixiu, Wheel-turning King, Han Changgong, Yun Haitian, Yun Dongliu, Fan Zimin...

Everything and everything flashes by in his heart.

Ever since he knew about the replacement of the universe, he had thoughts in his mind.

If it is as he expected, the Xuanxing Universe is approaching other universes, and one day it will collide and compatible with the Emperor's Heaven and the Human Realm, what should he do?

But there is only one result. If that day comes sooner or later, then he will choose who will come and what world will come!

If you cannot change this result, change this process!

This is his attempt...

Buzz ~

The talismans like stars in the starry sky bloomed in the light, An Qisheng's divine intention suddenly sank into the light ball branded with world information.

Or, in the anchor point.

And from beginning to end, the Taoist map in the depths of his soul remained motionless.

......

All countries in the world are crowned with abundant resources.

The state of Feng Kingdom is headed by Feng, and even Fengzhou, where the ancient capital of three thousand years has been located, is incomparable to it.

Because the land of Fengzhou is the Taoist temple of the king of the world, the leader of the world, and the place of the ancestral court.

In Fengzhou for three thousand years, there is only one city. Its name is Nanliang and is also the world's number one city, covering an area of ​​3,000 miles and a population of more than 40 million.

Just the place where the city was opened, the front seat of the mountain had been moved, and even unparalleled swordsmen crossed the air and cut out 12 gutters, attracting nine rivers and three rivers.

Therefore, it is also known as the twelve dragons surrounding the Southern Liang.

There are many products from the Jinlang Kingdom, the Dayan Kingdom, the Chiyun Kingdom, the Hailou Kingdom, the Ding Kingdom and other countries here, and the things in the world gather the prosperity of this city.

This city is the ultimate realm of the world!

In Nanliang City, thousands of buildings, headed by Yangxiao Hall, and the hundred-foot Yangxiao Hall has become a place that countless people yearn for over the past thousands of years.

I wonder how many martial arts heroes and literati and heroes have left behind a story that will sing the world.

Bang!

The awakening wood was shot hard, and the whole hall was shocked.

In the roaring hall, an old man in green shirt stood at the table, chanting: "The book follows the previous text, and the words are the past! This last time I was talking about the heroes gathered in front of the chivalrous gate, and the white-clothed red horses came!"

The old man had long beard and red face, his eyes were shining, and his voice was neither high nor low, but it was just heard from the ears of the thousands of guests in the Yangxiao Hall, which showed that his internal strength was quite strong.

But many high-ranking customers in the hall didn't buy it, and many people even started shouting.

"Brother Han, you have said it this time but it has been eight thousand times, so why don't we change it?"

Someone even threw out a golden cloud treasure, which flew by like lightning, but fell down lightly, landing on the table in front of the old man, showing the profound control of internal strength, making many people secretly beautiful.

"If it were someone else, the old man would definitely ignore it. Since he was Brother Wang, there would be no problem."

The old storyteller lit up his eyes, skillfully put away the gold ingot, bowed his hand, and said, "I wonder what Brother Wang wants to listen to? Lao Han, I have been telling for thirty years, and I have been the best interview with you. How many more chapters can you choose."

It's easy to talk to after getting the money.

"Listen to you, Brother Wang!"

The old man woke up and slapped the table, and spoke loudly: "'Ten thousand horses in the snow field are silenced, the ancestor tried to suppress thousands of troops'' "The wind and sand in the vast sea are strong, and the king's power hunts down all the heroes'

‘In Fengdu City, the ancestor subdued the dragon’

‘The soldiers gathered together, the Divine Sword Twenty-three’

‘The gods are fierce in the Bagua furnace, and the gods of heaven and man transform into royal power’

'The ancestors talk about the law of the world, and the kingly power can be the master of the world''' All countries have laws and herdsmen, but I am the only one who uses sword to shepherd the country'......"

The old man's voice was extremely low and rhythmic. Speaking of this, it was vivid.

But many people in the hall still shook their heads and complained in their hearts.

They have heard of the legend of the ancestor of the royal family for not 100,000 times, and have 80,000 times. It can even be said that no one in the world is familiar with, from emperors, generals, and peddlers and pawns.

If you just pull someone on the street, you can talk about many legends about the ancestors of the royal family. Although the old man spoke vividly and with a very high level, the crowd heard too much.

"Brother Han, there are too many things passed down by your ancestor in the world. I yearn for the legend of the ancestor Wang Quan, but I have heard too much, right? Brother might as well talk about it today?"

The middle-aged man who threw gold ingots couldn't help but stand up and bowed and said.

The legend of a gentleman's deceased for five generations should not have been passed down for so long. It is so vast that Wang Quandao had a hard-core follower of Wang Quandao three thousand years ago.

The rainbow fart slapped for 3,300 years, and it is the first person in history.

That person is called Fan Zimin, and he is the founder of the storytellers in the world. For more than three thousand years, anyone in the world who wants to make a fuss about storytellers must first talk about the ten-year dynasty of royal power.

Otherwise, this bowl of rice will not be stable!

"this......."

The storyteller was a little hesitant.

"Brother?"

The middle-aged man threw out another ingot of gold, which made everyone smack their tongues. How amazing is the purchasing power of a ingot of gold?

That is, in this Yangxiao Hall, if it is elsewhere, it will be enough to buy a storyteller to say that it was a year or two.

"Then, just say something else?"

The storyteller collected gold and thought that his storytelling task was almost completed this year, so he no longer hesitated: "In this way, let's talk about it, the Chiyun Kingdom!"

Bang!

Before telling, wake up and slapped the table.

"The king's sword hangs all over the country, and there has been no war for three thousand years! But in the Golden Wolf Kingdom, there is a Wulin Sect that has been passed down for 10,000 years, Zhuanglun Temple!

According to the Wheel-Born Temple, there is an incomparable secret technique, which is comparable to the King Quandao’s “Ferris Wheel-Born Method”. Of course, that secret technique is also said to be passed down by me, ahem, the King Quandao.”

"Oh! Did you miss it?"

Someone called out in the hall.

The storyteller smiled, didn't care, and said loudly: "But he said that a genius appeared in the Zhuanghun Temple three thousand years ago, and his name was the Zhuanghun King. Anyone who has heard of the "Biographies of Kings" should also know that, yes, it's the Zhuanghun King!"

"Although the Wheel King was defeated by the ancestor, the ancestor pityed his talent and let him go, he did not expect that the Wheel King was really a genius. With the opportunity of destroying his foundation, he realized the Wheel King's rebirth method! Reborn in a hundred years!"

“Rebirth?!”

As soon as these two words came out, the whole hall was in an uproar. The middle-aged man also took a breath and felt that his gold flower was worth it.

Life is limited. Even if one has a strong divine vein, it will only last for five hundred years. This is still the current one. According to legend, the powerful divine vein that three thousand years ago was only last for three hundred years!

Even Wang Quandao's amazing ancestor had a ninth level of heaven and man on the divine vein, and it would only last for a thousand years.

People will die in the end.

Rebirth is naturally the most attractive word.

"Yes, the method of rebirth of the wheel, Wang Quandao is now included!"

There was a outer disciple of Wang Quandao's eyes lit up: "It is said that inner disciples can choose to practice all dharmas. I have heard people talk about this technique!"

With the endorsement of the disciples of Wang Quandao, everyone became more enthusiastic. It was not until they woke up and took pictures again that they returned to peace.

"Dear readers, don't make noise, just listen carefully and say it! But the Wheel-Turning King was reborn a hundred years after his defeat. At that time, it was the time when the eight sons of the king's king's king's Taoist scrambled to the king's king's king's Taoist, and the heroes in the world were frightened by it.

The Wheel King met the eight sons of King Quan at the peak. Even though he was a genius, he was invincible and eventually died of the second generation of King Quan Taoist, a disciple of the ancestor, and a subordinate of the ancestor Zhang Ting.

But this has opened up the grudge between the King of Wheels and King Quan for 3,300 years!”

Speaking of this, the storyteller himself was immersed in it. The audience also felt their hearts fluctuated and could not help themselves. Sometimes they were amazed, sometimes they were regretful, sometimes they beat their chests and stamped their feet, and sometimes they shouted loudly.

After only half an hour of talking, the wine had already been reduced by thousands of pounds, so the shopkeeper was so happy that he smiled.

".........The wheel-turning king became stronger and stronger, reborn again and again, cultivated to great success again and again, accumulated from generation to generation, and finally reached an unprecedented peak!

The nine generations of skills actually overlapped, and they cultivated the great martial arts that shocked the world and cried ghosts. At that time, the King Quan Sword had already escaped into the world, looking for a new generation of King Quan Sword Master. The Wheel-Turning King came with the great magical power. For a moment, the King Quan Dao was in an unprecedented crisis......"

The storyteller looked solemn and immersed in it. He only felt that he was the contemporary king and Taoist, facing the Wheel King who had cultivated the supreme martial arts with the cultivation of the nine generations of heavenly beings:

"At this moment, a young man rode a donkey to Fengzhou, inheriting the fortune of the king's power for two thousand years, and emerged from the sky with one sword, and a sword spread to the nineteen states!"

boom!

It was like adding fuel to the fire, like thunder slashing, the huge Yangxiao Hall, with many floors up and down, and hundreds of drinkers were all boiling!

"Li Taibai!"
To be continued...