As soon as the white-haired old man said this, the atmosphere around him suddenly became more solemn, and many of the monks from the Killing Hall showed a hint of displeasure on their faces.

A little storyteller dares to call the palace master by his first name, which is a bit too arrogant!

However, after all, we were in the Linxian Tower. If the monks from the Killing Hall did something extreme, they would be ridiculed as being cowardly. Therefore, after a brief frown, the momentum of the monks from the Killing Hall also relaxed.

For a while, Linxian Tower returned to normal.

But at this moment, a young man from Linxian Tower ran up to the white-haired old man and whispered a few words.

After hearing this, the white-haired old man clasped his fists and bowed to the monks around him, and then said, "This is my first time coming here to tell stories. I don't understand the rules. I hope you can forgive me."

When he said this, his eyes stayed on the person near the window for a few seconds. And that person was Li Xiulin wearing a white mask.

Li Xiulin didn't pay attention to this detail, but was somewhat interested in what the old man wanted to say next.

Unknown? Then how did the old man know? Or was it that the previous storyteller was still making up nonsense about what really happened, while he was completely free to express his imagination?

Therefore, what the old man wanted to say also aroused Li Xiulin's curiosity.

At this time, a monk from the Killing Hall in Linxian Tower spoke loudly.

"Sir, go on. It's just fine in Linxian Tower. If you dare to call our palace master by his name when you go out, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

After hearing the words, the white-haired old man continued. Unlike the man just now, who opened the way with a little limerick, he continued to talk to the monks around him, arousing their curiosity.

"Do you know about the Heavenly Sword Searching for Immortals decades ago?"

Someone sighed and replied: "Why don't you know? That time when the Heavenly Sword sought immortality, countless monks from the four major sects were killed. Even the powerful Nascent Soul was buried in it."

The old man continued: "The Heavenly Sword Search for Immortals was very different from the previous ones. After all the monks entered, fifteen light gates appeared. At each light gate, a monk with Nascent Soul strength entered.

"

When talking about this, someone spoke up and said: "Sir, I also went to the Heavenly Sword Search for Immortals. It was not the fifteen gates of light, but the fourteen gates! Don't talk nonsense here."

For a moment, the whole hall burst into laughter. Could this old man really deceive them that no one had ever entered the Heavenly Sword Searching Immortal? He was so wrong as soon as he opened his mouth.

Li Xiulin nodded secretly beside him. The number of light gates back then was indeed fourteen. The white-haired old man was obviously wrong.

But the white-haired old man did not feel embarrassed. Instead, he pretended to be mysterious and said: "You guys, you only saw fourteen light gates. In fact, there is another one secretly!"

Everyone laughed in their hearts and did not believe it to be true. They just thought that the white-haired old man was talking nonsense. However, they did not care whether the story was true or false, as long as it was interesting enough.

At this time, someone asked aloud: "According to Sir, who entered that light door in the dark? Could it be you, Sir?"

As soon as this statement came out, the audience burst into laughter.

The white-haired old man shook his head and said: "Of course someone went in through that secret door, but it was not me. And although that person's story is exciting enough, it is not the same as the Jing Lake Killing Immortal we are going to talk about today.

No connection.”

"If you want to hear it, you have to wait for another day."

"Hahaha." The monks around him didn't expect that the old man would be able to say these words in such a serious manner. Could it be that he was too shameless to talk about it, so they all laughed.

Someone said: "Sir, hurry up and talk about your Mirror Lake Killing Immortal. Don't delay any longer, otherwise we won't be able to get rid of the spiritual stones in our hands."

The previously somewhat solemn atmosphere around them turned into lightness and joy.

Li Xiulin was not as comfortable as other monks at this time. Instead, his eyes were a little strange as he stared at the white-haired old man.

"Fifteen light gates?" He secretly muttered in his heart.

Although according to his memory, after entering Tianjian, there were indeed only fourteen light gates. He and other monks with Nascent Soul strength from the four major sects each entered one. But you must know that there is another person who is

Didn't appear there.

That is the lunatic who never sees the end of the dragon!

If there really is a fifteenth light gate, it must have been entered by a madman. Moreover, how did the old man know that the space he entered was the Mirror Lake? He could ask Su Ye later about the world inside each light gate.

They are all different!

However, no matter how Li Xiulin looked at the old man, he found nothing strange. The white-haired old man only had foundation-building skills, which was ordinary and without any highlights.

Now, after thinking about the old man's remarks again and again, he could only think that the other party was just trying to win some attention. As for guessing the mirror lake, maybe it was just a coincidence.

After the white-haired old man accepted the previous man's words, he began to focus on explaining the Killing Immortal in Jinghu Lake.

"Everyone must know that Sha Immortal entered the light gate by himself at that time. No other Sha Temple monks entered the light gate with him."

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding monks from the Killing Palace and Li Xiulin all nodded secretly. The situation at that time was indeed like that.

"And the monks who followed the Immortal Killer into the same light gate all wanted to kill him."

"It's just that they all died in the mirror lake."

The white-haired old man's voice came slowly, and he began to tell what happened in Mirror Lake.

The more the white-haired old man talked, the more frightened Li Xiulin became. What he said was too real. It was even much more detailed than the client Li Xiulin.

More importantly, as Li Xiulin recalled the situation at that time and compared it with what the old man said, he surprisingly discovered that they were completely consistent!

The white-haired old man felt as if he saw what Li Xiulin did next to the mirror lake with his own eyes, so he could tell it in such detail.

Whether it was Li Xiulin's combined formation to defeat the Five Elements Thunder Sect, or his struggle with the unknown will in Jinghu Lake to snatch the essence of spiritual power, the white-haired old man spoke vividly.

It's so detailed that it makes Li Xiulin's scalp feel numb.

The monks around them all put away their previous playful expressions, and their bodies and minds were integrated into the story of the killing of immortals in Mirror Lake told by the white-haired old man.

Through the old man's narration, it seemed as if they had witnessed what happened at Jinghu Lake with their own eyes.

When Li Xiulin looked at the old man with white hair who was telling the story, he was so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.

This person is definitely not simple!

But if Li Xiulin was asked to tell what was wrong with the old man, he couldn't even tell a single sentence.

You know, in that mirror lake, no one survived except him. How could this strange white-haired old man know so clearly what was happening inside?

These things are another mystery that Li Xiulin cannot figure out.

"The spears are dancing and the pear blossoms are flying with blood, and the thousands-foot-long Mirror Lake is showing off the thunder. Where is the killing immortal in the pool now? The eyes are covered with frost and are killing me!"
Chapter completed!