The sudden appearance of the leader of the Saint Slave obviously shocked everyone.
The two kings of hell were filled with surprise and doubt in their hearts.
Even if Xu Xiaoshou is not here at the moment, there is a slight chance that the person in front of him is pretended to be Xu Xiaoshou.
But Jian Nian, how to explain?
How could the storyteller cooperate with Xu Xiaoshou's nonsensical performance?
Besides, what is he trying to do?
The storyteller is the most powerful person here, does he need to cooperate with the leader of the fake saint slave? What is he trying to do?
It's not like the two of them cooperated just to get that drop of holy blood!
Jiang Chaotian was even more frightened.
The two mysterious members of the organization who have the Tears, the Saint Slave Storyteller, are already threatening.
Now the sudden appearance of the leader of the Saint Slave has taken away his last resort in one fell swoop.
He is not Jiang Xian.
There are not three life-saving trump cards like Holy Blood, but only one!
As soon as the holy blood was lost and the leader of the holy slave with the sword in his hand came out, Jiang Chaotian immediately thought of the fear of the Jiang family and his group being dominated by this masked man in Tianyang Manor.
At that time, the other party didn't even need to take action, and everyone lost their ability to resist!
At this time, Xu Xiaoshou saw that everyone was very considerate and no longer took action, and the passive values of "fear" and "surprise" continued to appear. He nodded with satisfaction.
Then he looked back at Jiang Chaotian and said in a hoarse voice:
"I have something to do, so I won't play with you for the time being. I will also take the storyteller with me. You will resolve your disputes yourself."
"It's worth mentioning that I have no interest in Sanyantongmu at all."
He said and looked at Jiang Qi to one side.
Jiang Qi was still in a daze.
In this Dao-killing situation, she was just sitting on the throne and couldn't make any waves.
Even though he was resourceful, all Jiang Qi could read from the turbid eyes of the Holy Slave at this moment was the man's appreciation.
Immediately afterwards, everyone heard the masked man sigh:
"Three-Yan Tongmu, if I want it, you, Mr. Jiang, will no longer be able to keep it..."
As soon as these words came out, Jiang and the other three people were instantly convinced.
This is the true leader of the Saint Slave!
This person is the same person as the person who went to Tianyang Village as a guest at that time!
Hearing the sound, Jiang Chaotian's object of hatred was instantly transferred.
He knew that those who tried to seize Sanyantong's purpose must be the two people in front of him who had no idea where they came from.
After all, on that day in Tianyang Village, he, Jiang Chaotian, couldn't even see the head of the Saint Slave, so he was kicked out.
But just because he also knew that the First Saint Slave had been to Tianyang Village, the other party lost the possibility of lying about what happened here.
The disdain said by the leader of the Holy Slave.
It should be really disdainful.
"Yama……"
A look of hatred flashed in Jiang Chaotian's eyes, and he glanced at the two people on the other side.
At this time, the two kings of hell already felt that they could not wash themselves away even if they jumped into the Yellow River.
They really only got one of the Sanyan Eyes!
The other one is in the hands of Xu Xiaoshou!
However, the timing for the first Saint Slave to appear here was too late.
He may not have seen it, but he may also be disdainful of Sanyantong.
But Xu Xiaoshou is curious!
This kid took action and snatched half of San Yantong's eyes. I'm afraid even the leader of the Saint Slave doesn't know about it at this moment!
But at the moment, who dares to say anything?
The first Saint Slave appeared, and it was a blessing not to care about the fake identities of the two Hell Kings.
At this moment, who among Yin Cao and Bai Gui dares to say one more sentence in front of such a being who is comparable to Lord Huang Quan, "You may not know, but one of the three eyes of Sanyan is really at the hands of your holy slave, Xu Xiaoshou." superior"?
Who dares?
Too much talk leads to death.
"Let's go."
Seeing that there was no words in the scene, Xu Xiaoshou only turned to look at the storyteller: "Over there in the Yunlun Mountains, the matter has not been resolved yet."
It is said to be the Yunlun Mountains.
But what Xu Xiaoshou cared about was only the trade fair site.
Although Tian Qilin's operation did not take much time, every second counts now. I wonder how the progress at the trade fair site is going, whether other support from the Holy Slave is in place, and whether everyone is dead...
The illusion of Yin Cao's overturning cage and Tian Qilin was forced to be interrupted once.
Holy power leaked.
In this place, there are definitely many people who arrived at the end.
In a word: this is not a place to stay for a long time.
His mind was filled with thoughts, and it took Xu Xiaoshou a long time to react.
As soon as he said something, the storyteller on the other side did not respond in time.
The other party was grimacing at this time, as if he was resisting something, and there were actually spiritual energy fluctuations emerging from his body.
Everyone noticed this change and realized it immediately.
There is someone coming from outside the small world of storytellers.
It's hard to say that the other party is trying to break into this space at this moment!
"storytelling?"
The only person in the field who was unaware of this was Xu Xiaoshou.
He was talented, and even though he was well-informed, he was too inexperienced in the methods of fighting in this kind of space. He only frowned at the storyteller for not cooperating with him in time.
"It's finished..."
Then the storyteller spoke.
As if his constipation was completely gone, he suddenly turned his face and smiled bitterly at Xu Xiaoshou.
Not much has been said yet.
"Ta, ta, ta."
In the distance of Tianqi Forest, footsteps suddenly came.
This time, no matter how ignorant Xu Xiaoshou was, he realized that the power of the storyteller's world could not resist outsiders and was forced in.
"Is Baiyi coming?" At that time, Xu Xiaoshou was frightened.
Everyone looked sideways.
The two kings of hell also became nervous.
Things got bigger and bigger tonight. Just because a Sanyan pupil was stolen, the situation started to snowball and became more and more out of control.
If Baiyi's support arrives at this moment, the only person who will be happy in that scene is the real victim Jiang.
Jiang and others watched and left.
If we talk about expectations...
Only the three Jiang family members in the field had that glimmer of hope in their hearts.
…
"Ta, ta, ta."
The footsteps are getting closer and closer, neither fast nor slow.
It was accompanied by some banging noises.
Everyone’s spiritual thoughts were explored at the same time.
However, at this time, even with Xu Xiaoshou's "perception", when checking the incoming person, he could only vaguely see the outline of a figure that seemed to be filled with mosaics.
This is a boss!
Indeed, even the storyteller could not resist the other party's intrusion.
If this person is not a big boss, what else could he be?
Everyone realizes this.
The situation suddenly became tense.
The sound of clanking iron tools, accompanied by the leisurely footsteps, was getting closer and closer to the ears of several people present.
"who!"
Yin Cao drank low.
He could no longer resist the pressure and had to speak out to destroy the accumulation of momentum.
However, the visitor was very deliberately creating a sense of oppression and did not respond at all, but continued to approach step by step calmly.
It took a while.
From the depths of the mist, a weathered figure finally emerged.
Along with it, there was a voice that seemed to be floating down from the sky, extremely ethereal and extremely hoarse:
"I am... the eight acquaintances."
This voice was gentle, restrained and powerful, plain and clear in frustration.
If you put it in his time, put it somewhere else.
Such an appearance matches these three words.
Even if it is Taixu, it may be shaken three times!
But now.
In response to that resounding name, a man with sloppy hair and tattered black robes, stained with blood, and dragging a sack came out at the right time...
Even though his hands only have eight fingers, there is a scar on his neck, his eyes are cloudy, and his voice is unusually hoarse...
When people!
The whole place fell silent.
"..."
The numbers are relative, and silence is the biggest embarrassment at this time.
Silence was the echo of everyone in the room as they looked at each other.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
The King of Hell, Jiang, the Storyteller, and even Xu Xiaoshou were all completely dumbfounded by the sudden appearance of another "Eight Masters".
The sloppy uncle who dragged a sack to create an atmosphere of a strong man entering the scene, but who entered the scene in poverty, was in great contrast. After landing here, he was also confused.
He looked at the familiarly dressed masked man behind the storyteller, and his eyes suddenly changed from indifferent and mysterious to dull and suspicious.
The entire deliberately created atmosphere of the appearance disappeared in an instant along with the change in his eyes.
Subsequently.
The sloppy uncle's gaze moved down from the masked man's cloudy eyes, as if he was confirming something.
Then I really saw the opponent's hands with only eight fingers inside the black gloves.
?
The sloppy uncle's brow suddenly jumped.
His heart twitched violently, and then his eyes slipped from the masked man to the storyteller in front of him.
This is a storyteller…
The sloppy uncle is convinced!
Very certain!
However, when he turned his head and looked to the other side.
There is also a storyteller floating in the air over there, who looks very much like a storyteller. This storyteller also drags Yin and Yang into life and death?...
? ?
The sloppy uncle's mouth also twitched.
He found that his heart suddenly stopped beating.
Mingming had just won a big victory, and he was very energetic. He wanted to take advantage of the victory and come here to continue the mission.
But the information I received doesn’t seem to be like this...
Holy slave, how could you be here?
How could the leader of the Holy Slave be here?
Storyteller, how could he be here too?
What the hell... are there two? !
This moment of trance made the sloppy uncle feel like he was dreaming.
He closed his eyes, shook his head slightly, and opened his eyes again.
In front of them, everyone still looked dull.
The scene remains unchanged and the people do not disappear.
? ? ?
…
True.
As shocked as the new eight are, there are also the original... everyone in this place!
The three Jiangs watched the uncle who claimed to be the Eight Masters enter the scene, then pursed their lips and looked back at the original Eight Masters in disbelief.
? ? ?
Yama also looked at the Eight Deities, which were obviously "more like" the Eight Deities, and then looked at the Eight Deities that originally "were" the Eight Deities.
? ? ?
The storyteller hugged his head and said in shock: "Brother, brother?"
He only knew that someone had broken through the power of the rules of his Yin and Yang life and death, but he could not know who this person was in advance.
Because the other party...
A bit strong!
Among the entire audience, there were only a few people who had truly seen the true face of the First Saint Slave, and the Storyteller was one of them.
The reason why he still said "brother" in surprise.
It was entirely because Xin Ba Zun, who appeared dragging a sack, knew that that face was indeed the face of his brother he had seen.
Exactly the same!
As for why my brother entered the venue in a different outfit and dragged a big sack...
This is my brother’s previous image!
Did he switch back?
But, that’s not right!
These are my brother's words. The original one...
The storyteller suddenly looked at the eight immortals that he had previously thought were faked by Xu Xiaoshou. Suddenly he felt that one of them had two heads, and finally exploded with no heads.
He was not completely sure whether Xu Xiaoshou was still disappearing or whether he had really started his acting method again.
But now a second brother appears...
The other person is so lifelike that even the close relationship between the storyteller and his real brother cannot be used to deny that the person is a fake from aspects such as breath, voice, image, etc.
So, does that mean.
Was it a misunderstanding that he thought Xu Xiaoshou was pretending to be his brother?
The man in front of me is the brother who has really returned from the Yunlun Mountains.
Or is it Xu Xiaoshou pretending to be?
The storyteller, who was in a daze, seemed to have forgotten an indisputable fact:
This new Eight Masters came in forcefully from outside the small world of space. There is no way he is Xu Xiaoshou pretending to be him!
Bazun, who was really disguised as Xu Xiaoshou, had already entered the social death scene.
He doesn't think this is the true eight masters.
Because as soon as the other party appeared, he recognized who he was.
He still remembers that time in Tiansang City, when he encountered the throne killer Red Dog of Three Sticks of Incense and fell into a deadlock.
It was such a person that Xu Xiaoshou once thought was acquainted with the Eight Masters who appeared and solved his dilemma with the True Ten-segment Sword Finger.
Finally, the other party gave him the "Guan Sword Manual".
Xu Xiaoshou has always been suspicious of this person's identity.
He didn't think that the other party was Ba Zunzhen.
Because later Xu Xiaoshou had already met the eight real Saint Slaves, met them face to face, talked with them, and confirmed their identities.
However, the ten sword fingers that the uncle showed up that day were real, and the "Sword Viewing Code" given to him was also real...
It can be said.
Xu Xiaoshou can use his sword thoughts to impersonate the eight acquaintances, with no disadvantages.
Most of the reason was because the person in front of him gave him the "Sword Observation Manual" and allowed him to practice sword reading.
Strictly speaking.
Xu Xiaoshou's sword reading was not even learned from Zhen Bazun.
Instead, he learned it from what he considered to be a fake, an ardent fan who might be the true Eight Masters.
But these.
It will not affect the current social and political situation.
Xu Xiaoshou never thought that when he pretended to be the Eight Masters, a person who could 90% be regarded as the Eight Masters would pop up.
He had heard before that there were many enthusiastic fans of Ba Zun in the Eastern Region, and there were also many counterfeiters.
He didn't believe it.
But tonight the two fakers met, and Xu Xiao was believed!
It’s hard not to believe this scene now…
Taking a deep breath, Xu Xiaoshou withstood the questioning looks of everyone in the room, including even the storyteller, and asked: "You said, your name is Bazun Shu?"
Only then did the sloppy uncle come back to his senses.
He had seen eight familiar impostors, but he had never seen one so lifelike, and his men could pull out two storytellers to prove their identity.
What kind of bad scene is this?
Absolutely amazing!
The uncle was silent for a moment and did not answer. He raised his eyes and asked, "What do you mean...are you also called Ba Zunzhen?"
One night, his identity was questioned one after another by the guards of Yao Mansion, the fake Eight Masters, and others.
Even the momentum he had deliberately created was gone.
If you say you're not annoyed, that's a lie!
However, no matter how suppressed his anger was in his tone, it could still be heard.
Xu Xiaoshou just laughed out loud, shook his head slightly, and murmured in a more desperate tone: "I never thought that one day I would meet a fake, and he is so lifelike... You said you are the Eight Masters, How do you prove your identity?”
The uncle subconsciously wanted to respond, "The real Eight Masters do not need to prove their identity."
But as he spoke, he remembered the scene with the Yao Mansion guard, and he didn't want to be slapped in the face again.
So I looked around and saw that everyone was looking forward to it.
The uncle raised two fingers and suddenly appeared in Jian Nian.
"I have sword thoughts, what about you?"
The sword thought came out.
Shocked the whole audience.
However, Xu Xiaoshou was startled, and then he also raised two fingers, and then the sword thought was also active on them.
"Isn't it a coincidence?"
"Jian Nian, I have one too!"
