I saw Yang Suguan enter the arena.
The enthusiasm of the audience instantly soared.
"Young Master Yang, the story of the old God of Swords has made me unable to eat or sleep well. Can I listen to it all in one go? Please!"
"You're finally here! Do you know how I've been these past three days?! I endured it!"
"I've read the story you told me over and over again!”
"I'm looking forward to it! It felt like three autumns had passed! Young Master Yang, quickly begin!"
The crowd was boiling.
Occasionally, a few women's screams could be heard.
In a corner of the hall.
Chenchen looked at the atmosphere around her and couldn't help but mutter,""I only know that this guy is very popular, but I didn't expect it to be to this extent!”
At this moment.
Yang Suguan opened his folding fan and sat down on the high platform.
The entire place was silent.
She quietly waited for him to start.
"Thank you, everyone, for your love. Let's continue the book!”
He gently fanned himself.
The characteristics of the Mountain River Dream Fan were unleashed.
Everyone immediately got into the zone.
"In the last book, it was said that the Sword God accidentally injured a beautiful woman, and his realm fell a thousand miles.”
"Thus, he was imprisoned for decades.”
"The place he is at is a Fan Wang Manor.”
"He and that vassal king made an agreement that the two of them would not disturb each other.”
"Just like that, he ate and drank for free for twenty years.”
"The Fan King finally has a request.”
"It turns out that this vassal king, because of his high status and power, has high achievements. There were countless people in the royal court eyeing him covetously.”
"If we can't deal with him, we'll deal with his son!”
"And his son had no choice but to travel.”
"Thus, I asked the old God of Swords to protect the son of the vassal king on the way.”
"The Sword God readily agreed, but he made three rules with him. He only guaranteed that if his son didn't die or lose an arm or a leg, he wouldn't care.”
" The current Sword God is no longer as high-spirited as before. He's hunched, wearing a sheepskin coat, has a broken arm, has a goatee, and likes to pick his nose.”
Yang Suguan paused.
This was because the story here was relatively dull.
Even under the influence of the Mountain River Dream Fan.
No one was particularly intoxicated.
When he heard the words freeloading.
Ximen Chuixue raised his eyelids slightly.
He subconsciously thought of his good friend Lu Xiaofeng!
There were also people discussing in low voices.
"What a pity, the old God of Swords. He was once in high spirits, but now he's like this.”
"Sigh, the contrast in their image is really big! No wonder no one could connect the two of them together.”
"After freeloading for twenty years, I suddenly feel that the old God of Swords is a little cute.”
"I only guarantee that I won't die. I don't care about anything else. He was still so unyielding in the face of Ren Tu. As expected of the old God of Swords!”
After the discussion died down, Yang Suguan continued,""You're not the only ones who can't think of it."
"Even the son of that vassal king couldn't believe that this slovenly old man in a sheepskin coat beside him.”
"It's actually the legendary peerless Sword God that's like thunder.”
"Before he left, the vassal king repeatedly warned him not to let the old God of Swords touch the sword. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.”
"Later, it rained heavily and the son of the vassal king was attacked.”
"That is a golden puppet forged from a divine artifact. It is impenetrable and possesses extraordinary battle prowess.”
"All the guards and death warriors of the princes of the vassal states were unable to withstand a single blow in front of him.”
"At this critical moment.”
" Sword God has finally made his move."
"Although he doesn't have a sword in his hand, he can transform rain into a sword.”
"Every drop of water in the world.”
"They can all turn into the supreme blade in his hand!”
"He flicked his finger lightly, and thousands of raindrops condensed into an invisible sword that slashed at the golden puppet.”
"In an instant, the sound of dragons and tigers roaring rose. The sword formed by the rain was like a divine weapon from the nine heavens. It finally unsheathed and directly cut the golden puppet into pieces.”
"It seems that he is not satisfied with the power of this sword.”
"That Sword God held up an oil-paper umbrella and flew into the sky. He stomped it into the ground.”
"Retracting the umbrella into a sword, bringing the might of heaven into the sword intent, the world changed color in an instant. With a slash, that insufferably arrogant golden puppet was instantly shattered!”
"Even the rain in the sky has stopped.”
"The Sword God walked back to the carriage with an umbrella, unable to hide the pride in his eyes.”
"Brat, is it because your father forbids me from touching the sword? But at this old man's realm, do you still need a sword to kill?!”
"This battle is a declaration to the world."
"The Sword God who once dominated the world has finally stepped into the pugilistic world!”
Yang Suguan said.
The sound of rough breathing could be heard from the building.
As Yang Suguan explained.
That scene really appeared in their minds.
In the heavy rain, a sword immortal knelt!
Many people clenched their fists in excitement, but they did not dare to make a sound.
Yang Suguan took a sip of tea.
He continued to explain.
"Other than the Sword God and a few Grandmasters, there was also a young girl with good aptitude who was brought along to travel the martial world.”
"The elderly God of Swords is joking with her every day, and he actually has the intention of taking her in as a disciple.”
"The elderly God of Swords once said that seeing her was like seeing that girl from back then. Loving this young girl meant that his heart ached for her back then.”
"Unfortunately, the falling flowers have feelings, the flowing water has no intention, and the young girl has no intention of practicing her sword. She ignored the old God of Swords 'good intentions.”
"The old God of Swords, who once challenged the martial world, is helpless against this girl. It can be said that one thing surpasses another.”
"Climbing up and down the mountain like this, the group of people arrived at the bank of the Yangtze River in the blink of an eye and looked at the familiar old place.”
"This is the first time that this slovenly old man has shown a sad expression.”
"Looking at the natural chasm in front of me, the memories of that woman from before surged into my heart.”
"It was here that they met for the first time. They crossed the river on flying swords and wrote poems on a boat.”
" Looking at his dejected appearance, the young vassal king smiled, as if he was looking at the sword chief who had once dominated the world.”
"The most bitter is longing, the furthest is Yin and Yang. The God of Swords saw the scene and thought about the people. Many emotions surged in his heart. At this moment, another blind young man blocked the river with his spear and wanted to compete with the old God of Swords who had returned to Jianghu.”
"The young lady who accompanied him smiled sweetly. Old God of Swords, do you dare to accept the challenge?”
" Looking at her sweet smile, the elderly God of Swords was in a trance. It was as if he had returned to the past and met the woman he loved.”
"That year, we met by chance by the river and crossed the river with a flying sword.”
"She was lying on the railing of the boat, watching him smile like a flower.”
"At that time, he was in high spirits. He only had the Dao of the Sword in his heart and had no worries. Yet, she missed him for the rest of her life and was willing to die under his sword.”
"The old God of Swords silently recited the poem from back then. He traveled the North Sea in the morning and the Cangwu in the evening. The green snake in his sleeve was bold.”
"He stretched out his single arm, held the borrowed weapon, and flew out.”
"My mind is filled with the image of that woman from before.”
"He threw his head back and laughed. Can this sword kill a Flood Dragon?!”
"Sword God turned around in the air and slashed down. In an instant, the world rumbled as the river was split open by two thousand feet! That young man fled."
"Just as Ancestor Lu's poem says: With a sword in hand, you can fly thousands of miles in the sky.”
"Even if there is a flood dragon in the river, it will die here!”
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