Chapter 225 Are you talking about me?

While Wang Ye was wondering, the huge hall suddenly returned to silence.

Everyone already understands the power of the Holy Lord of the Demon Cult.

What everyone wants to know now is how this former saint king, whose martial arts were unparalleled and who feared everyone in the world, died because of a woman.

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Mr. Guo continued, "It is said that after this Saint Lord obtained the Blood Evil Sword, his strength increased greatly, and he then became rampant in the world, and no one could stop him."

"Even Bai Mingyu, the leader of the righteous path, could not stand up to him and dared not show his face..."

"Nonsense!"

Before Mr. Guo could finish his words, Bai Luhan said, "Bai Mingyu's martial arts are also a combination of nature and man, and he is rarely matched..."

"Especially his Qiankun sword energy is even more awe-inspiring..."

"How could he not be a match for this Saint?"

At this time, Bai Luhan opened her mouth and questioned directly.

“Good question…”

After hearing Bai Luhan's words, Mr. Guo on the stage smiled and said, "It's obvious that this girl knows a lot about the underworld!"

"Yes, Bai Mingyu is the leader of the righteous path, and his martial arts are no longer at the level of ordinary people."

"It's a pity that the young lady only knows that Bai Mingyu's Qiankun sword energy is extremely powerful, but she doesn't know that the Holy Lord also has the miraculous power of Qingfeng Mitigating Evil Spirits?"

"A refreshing breeze dispels evil?"

After hearing what Mr. Guo said, Bai Luhan was slightly stunned: "What kind of martial arts is that?"

"This skill is the unique skill of the Saint King. Once this move is used, it is like a breeze blowing on your face, and it can transform all the martial arts in the world!"

"That day, the Holy Lord and Bai Mingyu fought for three days and three nights. Bai Mingyu's Qiankun sword energy and eight swords came out at the same time, with great power to split mountains and seas, split rivers and stop streams."

"But even such a domineering and outstanding martial art was still completely eliminated by the Holy Lord with a breeze!"

Mr. Guo spoke with ups and downs in rhythm and eloquence, which made people fascinated by his words.

Aji on the side was even more amazed: "This little girl is really smart. After this provocation, Mr. Guo actually said another paragraph..."

Between the lines, Aji's face showed a hint of secret delight.

"No one knows what the outcome of that battle was. All we know is that when Bai Mingyu returned, his clothes were torn to pieces, there were spots of blood on his chest, and he was seriously injured."

!!!

Mr. Guo actually knew about this? When Wang Ye heard this, he was stunned and looked at Mr. Guo with new eyes.

Just as Wang Ye was stunned, Mr. Guo's voice came through again: "After that, there was the rampant evil sect that I just mentioned, and no one could stop it."

"If it were the original, I would have to pay more for saying this, but since I'm happy tonight, I'll give you this paragraph for free!"

In his words, Mr. Guo seemed quite magnanimous.

"Mr. Guo is generous!"

After hearing what Mr. Guo said, the other spectators started to make a noise.

"Since this Saint Lord is so powerful, why did he die?"

Bai Luhan seemed unwilling to give up and asked further.

"Doesn't this bring us back to the topic I was talking about earlier?"

At this time, Mr. Guo smiled, picked up the wake-up stick and threw it on the table, and said, "Please listen carefully to this matter!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the huge Songfeng Tower fell silent.

After twists and turns, he was able to come back, which shows Mr. Guo's ability to control the situation.

At this time, Wang Ye seemed particularly serious.

At this point, even he wanted to know how Mr. Guo would continue his story.

"Although this Saint King is a powerful warrior, he lives a dissolute life!"

At this time, Mr. Guo closed the folding fan in his hand, and his words became more playful: "When the evil sect was rampant in the world, he recruited beautiful women from all over the world and took them as saints."

"There are thirty-six saints."

At this point, Mr. Guo raised his tone.

Wow! Following Mr. Guo's words, everyone present was in an uproar.

The guests were extremely shocked by the number.

???

After these words were spoken, Wang Ye stood there in a daze, looking confused.

Damn, is this talking about me?

When he was in charge of the Demon Cult, there were only six saints at its peak. How about the thirty-six that came?

Where did the extra thirty come from? Just when Wang Ye was confused, Mr. Guo's voice continued: "In addition to these thirty-six saints, there are dozens of female slaves!"

"This Saint King revels in the Demonic Cult every day and night, and has unrestrained meetings with this Saint Female Slave. This is truly unbearable to the extreme."

"You all know that the most important thing for a martial artist is his Yuan Yang. If you follow Saint Lord's method, even the most skilled martial artists will not be able to withstand the test."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"As time went on, the Saint King's vital energy was exhausted, and his martial arts realm plummeted. It happened that the righteous sect secretly gathered strength to attack the Demon Sect, and from then on, this generation of Saint King died in the attack!"

Damn it! Hearing this, Wang Ye was completely helpless.

These gang of storytellers are really amazing. They are making up stories while I am dead.

He tolerated the extra thirty saints.

But it is a bit too much for these dozens of female slaves to hold naked parties every day.

The worst thing is that this grandson didn't write a single word about his tiredness of the martial arts battles and his temperament of being indistinguishable from the crowd.

All the rumors were about his private life.

Thinking of this, Wang Ye was about to say something, and at this moment, someone patted his shoulder.

When he turned around, he saw Doctor Zhu standing beside him, staring at him with a strange light in his eyes.

"Manager Wang, listen to this..."

At this moment, looking at Wang Ye in front of him, Doctor Zhu said, "This is a bloody lesson!"

"This generation of Saint King, whose martial arts were so high that no one in the righteous martial arts world could match him, ended up dying because he exhausted his vital energy."

"It is so sad that a great hero has fallen. It shows that men must protect Yuan Yang!"

"My deer antler, tiger penis and ginseng wine can replenish your vital energy and strengthen your body. It's not too late for you to take it now!"

Doctor Zhu sounded heartbroken and spoke earnestly, as if he was really worried about Wang Ye.

"Mr. Zhu..."

After hearing what Doctor Zhu said, Wang Ye said, "You paid someone to write this manuscript of Mr. Guo's storytelling, right?"

The beginning of this story is extremely true and thrilling, without any fabrication, and it is definitely the most realistic situation at the time.

However, the style of the second half suddenly changed, focusing on the chaotic private life and Yuan Yang.

If Doctor Zhu had not tampered with this manuscript, Wang Ye would never believe it even if he was beaten to death! "What a lie..."

Hearing this, Doctor Zhu's face turned serious and he said, "Isn't the first half of this book exciting?"

"Wonderful…"

At this time, Wang Ye spoke.

"Still!"

Before Wang Ye could finish his words, Doctor Zhu spoke up, "On the premise of ensuring that everyone enjoyed the show, I only made some minor changes. It's harmless!"

As he spoke, Doctor Zhu stroked his beard with a proud look on his face.

(End of this chapter)