Fantasy: Storytelling Covers the Sky, the Saint Falls in Love

Seeing the expressions of Guan Cangchen and the others, Han Lian had already guessed their plans and smiled without saying anything.

But when he thought of the inquiries just now, he sighed silently in his heart.

It's not that he doesn't have more suitable methods for these problems, but those methods are hard to say.

Now that he has passed more thunder tribulations, although he has not yet opened the door to the purple mansion and stepped into it, Han Lian can clearly feel that this world's perception of him is becoming clearer.

That perception is nothing else, it is the rules of building certain orders in the world!

These rules seem to be unrestrained and free, but Han Lian knows that this situation can only happen because this world wants to lead him to a"dead end".

Because he has too many variables.

Although his strength is constantly getting stronger and can avoid these variables to a certain extent, if this will of heaven wants to calculate you, it is really a bit troublesome.

This is not the fault of the will of heaven. After all, it has long fallen and died. The will of heaven today is just a defective product reborn on the broken body.

They were afraid of repeating the same mistakes, so they naturally disliked any unexpected changes outside of the secrets of heaven.

After they knew the questions they asked, their moods improved a lot. Soon, dishes were served one after another. Although they were just home-cooked stir-fries, they ate happily. People like Nirvana, who have reached such a state, have long been able to not eat grains and millets, but in order to adapt to the local customs, they still eat.

If there is anyone who is a little unhappy, it is probably Yun Konglie, who is in the puppet body.

He is full of mechanical parts, and he can't drink tea or eat meals. He can't eat when he looks at others eating. You can imagine how it feels.

Han Lian only tasted the food. When the tea in front of him was empty, he found an excuse to leave.

The monks were very smart, so they naturally knew that Han Lian was not used to such occasions. After a few familiar words, they let Han Lian leave.

He returned to the guest room in a rather embarrassed manner, spread out his arms and legs, and lay down comfortably, feeling much more relaxed.

After all, only at this moment can he be the most relaxed, without having to worry about other people's opinions.

Feeling the surging spiritual energy in his body, Han Lian thought for a moment and suppressed it.

He could vaguely feel that if he burned his own spiritual energy, he would naturally be able to open the door to the Purple Mansion.

But that state was not what he wanted.

He would wait until he had accumulated enough gold for ten consecutive draws after the next storytelling, and then make some plans.

It is too early to think about it now.

Although it was only a few days before, he didn't know how many years he had caught up with others in these few days.

Just when Han Lian was about to enter a state of meditation, he suddenly opened his eyes.

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, as if he was looking through the window and seeing a very far place.

The next moment, a raging spiritual energy erupted from there. Han Lian did not hesitate, and his figure disappeared from the bed as he turned.....Dongling Mansion, on the tower.

When Han Lian stood still, he found that the entire gate tower had collapsed.

There was a breath in the ruins that made him feel familiar.

He looked up and saw an old man standing in the air with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, the other party was looking up at Han Lian, with a look of doubt.

He couldn't see through Han Lian's realm. In his eyes, the other party was like an ordinary person without cultivation.

But this was obviously a joke. Can the escape light of an ordinary person be faster than the speed of his prying space?

At this time, there was a slight noise from under the ruins, and the rubble was suddenly lifted up, and a figure slowly crawled out of it.

On his body, a very obvious demonic aura could be sensed, and light blue scales covered his whole body.

Now his body was stained with large patches of blood, but looking at the old man in the air, there was still a fighting spirit in his eyes.

He walked in front of Han Lian to block him, and with a flip of his hand, a light blue short sword was raised, ringing around him.

"Mr. Han, step back. This old guy is a Purple Mansion monk....."

When Han Lian heard the other person's words, he immediately remembered who this person was. Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by him.

"Shen Lang?"

He looked at the other person's current appearance with some surprise, sensing the aura of the Tongyou Realm, raised his hand and touched the other person's scales, and understood in his heart

"Swapping the dragon bones and reshaping the golden body, it seems that you have already mastered the method of symbiotic beast control."

He was amazed. While he was talking, he had already passed the other person's figure and arrived in front of him.

He looked up at the old man in the sky and couldn't help but put his hand on his neck.

"Han is used to telling stories. I always stand on a high place to look at others. It is really unusual for someone to stand on top of me...."

He paused for a moment, and then his aura suddenly surged, and he threw the glazed seal at the other party.

"Don't you know that weapons are prohibited in Han's Dongling Mansion?"

Buzz!

The glazed seal has been nurtured by Han Lian for a long time, and it seldom breathes. Now that Han Lian has raised it, it will swell in the wind. In a blink of an eye, it has become more than several feet long and suppresses the old man.

The old man originally had a solemn expression. Seeing such a sharp spiritual weapon, his expression changed slightly.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, and starlight appeared on his palm, pointing to the glazed seal and hitting it.

‘Pointing Star Finger! 'Boom!'

The glazed seal trembled slightly, without any sign of decline, and continued to suppress downwards.

The old man seemed to have suffered some kind of backlash, and his body trembled slightly, and he was knocked to the ground by the glazed seal, creating a huge deep pit.

After the successful attack, the glazed seal turned into the size of a fist in an instant, and flew back to Han Lian's side, circling around, as if asking for credit.

Han Lian didn't care about him, but just looked forward.

After a few breaths, when the old man climbed out of the pit, he was covered in dust and his clothes were in disarray.

He opened his mouth to say something, but his throat tasted fishy and sweet, and he vomited a large mouthful of blood.

"Star Pointing Finger, are you the Star Pointer? What was that, Cao Yuanliang's master?"

Han Lian looked at the other person, touched his chin, and said casually.

At this time, Shen Lang's spiritual short sword was still flowing around him, but his movements were frozen.

On his face, shock, astonishment, and confusion appeared one by one, and then turned into confusion.

"Who am I? Where am I? What happened?"

He felt that he had survived a life-threatening situation and coexisted with a blue dragon. After successfully controlling it, he was able to rely on his own physique to barely escape from the hands of a Purple Mansion Realm master with the Tongyou Realm.

Even in his own opinion, his current strength was already quite shocking to the world.

But who would have thought that he had already made up his mind to fight to the death, and then...Is this the end of everything?

"It's nothing more than a winner and a loser. Your Excellency is so strong that I admit defeat."

At this time, Dian Xingzi was mobilizing his spiritual energy to recover from his injuries. He stared at Shen Lang behind Han Lian, and his tone suddenly became sharp.

"But you may not know that the man behind you was so bold that he dared to destroy the dragon soul that was nurtured by the heir of the Xiangting Lake Dragon Prince.

Not only that, he even framed this matter to his master, thinking that I had saved his life in the past...."

Hearing the other party's words, Han Lian frowned, almost twisting his brows.

He took the glass seal that was circling around him in his hand, shook it casually, and gave the other party a look that showed his understanding.

"I know exactly what Dian Xingzi is doing.

You may not know that it was my advice that Shen Lang went to the Yuman Duan family in the Southern Wilderness?"