I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

The sudden appearance of the first seat of the holy slave obviously stunned everyone.

Yan Wang and the other two had doubts 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 by Xu Xiaoshou.

But Jian Nian, how to explain?

How can a storyteller cooperate with Xu Xiaoshou's nonsensical performance?

Besides, what is he planning?

The storyteller is the strongest combat power here, do you need to cooperate with the first fake saint slave?

It won't happen, the two cooperate just to get that drop of holy blood!

Jiang Chaotian was even more frightened.

The two members of the mysterious organization who have Lei family pupils, the Saint Slave Storyteller, are already menacing.

Now, the sudden arrival of the first saint slave has even taken his final means of turning the tables in one fell swoop.

He is not Jiang Xian.

There are not three cards for life-saving cards like the Holy Blood, only one!

Immediately after the holy blood was lost, as soon as the holy slave with a sword in his hand came out, Jiang Chaotian immediately thought of the fear of Jiang's group being dominated by this masked man in Tianyang Villa.

At that time, the opponent didn't even need to make a move, and everyone lost their resistance!

At this time, Xu Xiaoshou saw that everyone was very embarrassed, and they stopped doing anything anymore, and the passive values ​​of "fear" and "surprise" were continuously transmitted, so he nodded quite satisfied.

Then he looked back at Jiang Chaotian, and said in a hoarse voice:

"This seat has something to do, so I won't play with you for the time being. I will also take the storytelling book away. You can resolve your disputes by yourself."

"It's worth mentioning that I'm not interested in the Three Eyes."

He said and looked at Jiang Qi who was on the side.

Jiang Qi was still there in a daze.

In the Dao Slashing game here, she is only a throne, and she can't make any waves.

Even if he is resourceful, at this moment Jiang Qi can read from the cloudy eyes of the first slave, only a little appreciation from this person.

Immediately afterwards, everyone heard a low sigh from the masked man:

"Sanyan Tongmu, if I want it, you, Young Master Jiang, won't be able to keep it at that time..."

As soon as this remark came out, the Jiang family and the three were instantly determined.

This is a true first seat of the Holy Slave!

This person is the same person as the person who went to Tianyang Manor as a guest at that time!

Hearing the sound, Jiang Chaotian's object of hatred was instantly transferred.

He knew that the purpose of trying to capture the three tired pupils must be the two people in front of him who don't know where they came from.

After all, Jiang Chaotian couldn't even see the face of the chief slave of Tianyang Village that day, so he was kicked out.

But just because he also knew that Sheng Nushou had been to Tianyang Manor, he lost the possibility of lying to Convenience about the matter here.

The disdain that the chief slave said.

It should be really disdainful.

"Yama……"

The hatred in Jiang Chaotian's eyes flashed, and he glanced at the two on the other side.

At this time, the Hades and Wang already felt that they would not be able to cleanse themselves by jumping into the Yellow River.

Three tired pupils, they really only got one!

The other one is in Xu Xiaoshou's hands!

However, it was too late when the Saint Slave first appeared here.

He may not have seen it, but he can also disdain the three disgusting pupils.

But Xu Xiaoshou is rare!

This kid snatched half of the pupils of San Yan. I'm afraid even the chief slave doesn't know about it at this moment!

But now, who dares to say more?

The saint slave appeared first, regardless of the status of the saint slave that he and the king of hell pretended to be, it was a blessing.

At this moment, Yincao and Hundred Ghosts, who would dare to say one more thing in front of this existence that is comparable to Master Huang Quan, "You may not know, but one of the eyes of the three disgusting pupils was really taken by Xu Xiao, your holy slave!" superior"?

Who dares?

Talk too much and die.

"Let's go."

Seeing that the audience was speechless, Xu Xiaoshou just turned to look at the storyteller: "The matter over there in the Yunlun Mountains hasn't been resolved yet."

Said it was the Yunlun Mountains.

But what Xu Xiaoshou cared about was only the trade fair site.

Although Tianqilin's action didn't take much time, but every second counts now. I don't know how the trade fair is going.

Is Sheng Slave's other support in place, is everyone dead...

The illusion of Yincao covering the sky and Qilin was forced to be interrupted once.

Holy power leaked.

In this place, there are definitely many people who arrived last.

All in all, one sentence: this place is not suitable for long stay.

With Pang Si in mind, it took Xu Xiaoshou a while to react.

As soon as he said it, the storyteller on one side didn't respond in time.

The other party was grimacing at this moment, as if he was resisting something, and there was a wave of spiritual energy emerging from his body.

Everyone noticed this change and realized it immediately.

Outside the small world of storytelling, there are visitors.

No way, the opponent is trying to break through this space at this moment!

"storytelling?"

The only person in the field who didn't realize this was Xu Xiaoshou.

He is innate, even though he is well-informed, he has too little knowledge of this kind of space combat methods, and only frowns at the storyteller's failure to cooperate with him in time.

"Damn..."

At this time, the storyteller spoke.

As if his constipation had been unblocked, he suddenly turned his face and smiled bitterly at Xu Xiaoshou.

I haven't said much yet.

"Tap, tap, tap."

In the distance of Tianqi Lin, footsteps suddenly came.

No matter how ignorant Xu Xiaoshou was, he realized that it was the power of the world of storytelling, who couldn't resist outsiders and was forcibly barged in.

"White clothes are here?" At that moment, Xu Xiaoshou panicked.

Everyone looked sideways.

The two Yan Wangs also became nervous.

The incident tonight got bigger and bigger, just because one of the three eyes was stolen, the situation started to snowball and became more and more out of control.

If Bai Yi's support arrived at this moment, the only happy person in that scene would be Jiang Shi, the real victim.

Jiang and the others looked away.

If you say look forward to...

Only the three members of the Jiang family had that ray of hope in their hearts.

...

"Tap, tap, tap."

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, not too fast.

Accompanied by some rattling noises.

Everyone's spiritual thoughts went out at the same time.

However, at this time, even Xu Xiaoshou's "perception" could only vaguely see the outline of a figure covered in mosaics when he checked the person.

This is a big shot!

Indeed, even the storyteller was unable to resist the other party's forceful entry.

The person here is not a boss, what else could it be?

All are aware of this.

The situation suddenly became tense.

The sound of clanging iron tools, echoing the sound of calm footsteps, drew closer and closer to the ears of several people present.

"who!"

Yin Cao drink low.

He could no longer resist the pressure, and had to speak out to destroy the accumulation of momentum.

However, the visitor was deliberately creating a sense of oppression, and did not respond at all, only approaching calmly.

For a long time.

Deep in the mist, a vicissitudes of life finally emerged.

Accompanying it was a voice that seemed to float down from the sky, extremely ethereal and extremely hoarse:

"I am... the eight masters."

This voice is gentle but restrained and powerful, flat and distinct.

If you put it in him, put it in another place.

Appearing like this, with these three words.

Even if it is Taixu, it may be shocked three times!

But now.

Responding to that well-known name, a man with sloppy hair, torn black robe, stained with blood, and dragging a sack...

Even though his hand has only eight fingers, his neck has a scar, his eyes are cloudy, and his voice is extremely hoarse...

Time for people!

The audience is quiet.

"..."

Relative to the number, silence is the biggest embarrassment at this time.

Looking at each other in blank dismay, silence was the echo of everyone in the field.

Everyone is stupid.

Yan Wang, Jiang Shi, the storyteller, and even Xu Xiaoshou were completely dumbfounded by the sudden appearance of yet another "Eight Masters".

And dragging the sack, creating an atmosphere of a strong player entering the stage, but the sloppy uncle who entered the stage with a poor suit and a great contrast, was also dumbfounded after landing here.

He looked at the familiar masked man behind the storyteller, his eyes suddenly changed from indifferent and mysterious to dull and suspicious.

The entire appearance atmosphere deliberately created, also accompanied by changes in his eyes, disappeared in an instant.

subsequently.

The sloppy uncle looked down from the cloudy eyes of the masked man, as if confirming something.

Then he really saw the other party's black gloves, clearly his hands with only eight fingers.

?

The sloppy uncle frowned suddenly.

His heart twitched violently, and then his eyes slid past the masked man and fell on the storyteller in front of him.

This is a storyteller...

The sloppy uncle is sure!

Definitely the kind!

However, when he turned his head to look the other way.

There is also a storyteller floating in the air over there, a storyteller who is very similar to a storyteller, this storyteller is still dragging yin and yang to live and die?...

? ?

The corner of the uncle's mouth twitched.

He felt that his heart suddenly stopped beating.

Obviously just won a big victory, I am full of momentum, I want to take advantage of the victory and pursue it, and come to this place to continue the mission.

But the information I received doesn't seem to be like this...

Holy slave, how could it be here?

How could the first seat of the holy slave be here?

How could the storyteller be here?

And damn it... there are two? !

This moment of trance made the sloppy uncle even feel like he was dreaming.

He closed his eyes, shook his head slightly, and opened them again.

In front of him, everyone still looked dull.

The scene remained the same, and the people did not disappear.

? ? ?

...

Indeed.

As shocking as these new eight masters are, there are also the original...everyone in this place!

The Jiang family and the three watched the uncle who claimed to be the eight masters enter the arena, then pursed their lips, and looked back at the original eight masters in disbelief.

? ? ?

The King of Yama also looked at the eight venerables who were obviously "more like" the eight venerables, and then looked at the eight venerables who originally "was" the eight venerables.

? ? ?

The storyteller hugged his head and said in surprise, "Brother, brother?"

He only knew that someone had broken through the power of his Yin-Yang life-and-death rules, but he couldn't know who this person was in advance.

Because the other party...

A little strong!

In the audience, there were not many people who had actually seen the true face of the first seat of the Holy Slave, and the storyteller was one of them.

The reason why he still made a sound in surprise, saying "Brother".

It was entirely because the face of the new eight gods who came onto the stage dragging a sack was indeed the face of his brother he had seen before.

exactly the same!

As for why my brother came into the arena in a different outfit, dragging a big sack...

This is the image of my brother before!

He changed back?

But, no!

This is my brother's words, the original one...

The storyteller suddenly looked at the eight masters who he thought were faked by Xu Xiaoshou, and suddenly felt that one had a head and two were big, and finally exploded, and the head disappeared.

He wasn't completely sure whether Xu Xiaoshou was still in a state of disappearance, or if he really started his acting method again.

But now there is a second brother...

The other party is still so realistic, so realistic that even the close relationship between his storyteller and his real brother, he cannot deny that the person is a counterfeit from aspects such as breath, voice, and image.

So, does this mean.

Was the elder brother who I thought was faked by Xu Xiaoshou a mistake?

The one in front of him is the brother who really returned from the Yunlun Mountains.

Or, was it Xu Xiaoshou who pretended to be?

The storyteller, who was in a trance, seemed to have forgotten an indisputable fact:

This new eight masters forced their way in from outside the small world of space, there is no way he was pretended by Xu Xiaoshou!

The eight masters, who were really pretended by Xu Xiaoshou, have already entered the death scene at this moment.

He didn't think it was the real eight deities.

Because as soon as Fang Fu appeared, he recognized who it was.

I still remember the meeting in Tiansang City, when he met the three sticks of incense's throne killer, Red Dog, and fell into a deadlock.

It was such a person who Xu Xiaoshou once thought to be the Eight Masters appeared and solved his predicament with the true ten-segment sword finger.

In the end, the other party gave him the "Guide to the Sword".

Xu Xiaoshou has always been suspicious of this person's identity.

He didn't think that the other party was the Eight Masters.

Because the later Xu Xiaoshou had already met the real eight holy slaves, and had met face to face, talked with them, and confirmed their identities.

However, the ten sword fingers that the uncle showed that day were real, and the "Sword Viewing Code" given to him was also true...

It can be said.

Xu Xiaoshou can use Jian Nian to pretend to be the Eight Masters, and it is always against the odds.

Most of the reasons are because the person in front of him gave him the "Guide to the Sword", which made him cultivate into Jian Nian.

Strictly speaking.

Xu Xiaoshou's sword thought wasn't even learned from Zhen Bazun.

Instead, he learned from what he thought was a counterfeit, a fanatic fan who might be the real Eight Masters.

But these.

It doesn't affect the current social death scene.

Xu Xiaoshou never thought that when he pretended to be the Eight Masters, there would be such a person who could be regarded as the Eight Masters.

He had heard before that the Eight Masters had a lot of fanatical fans in the Eastern Territory, and there were also a lot of counterfeiters.

He doesn't believe it.

But when the two impostors meet tonight, Xu Xiao is convinced!

It's hard not to believe this scene...

Taking a deep breath, resisting the questioning gazes of the audience, including the storyteller, Xu Xiaoshou asked aloud: "You said, your name is Ba Zunfan?"

It wasn't until this time that the sloppy uncle came back to his senses.

He had seen eight familiar counterfeit goods, but he had never seen such a lifelike one, and his subordinates could pull out two full storytellers to prove their identities.

What kind of bad scene is this?

Absolutely nothing!

The uncle was silent for a while, didn't answer, raised his eyes and asked: "I hear what you mean... Are you also called Ba Zunfan?"

One night, her identity was questioned one after another by the guards of Yao's mansion and the fake Eight Masters.

Even the deliberate momentum was gone.

Say no to annoyance, 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 whispered in a more extreme tone: "I didn't expect that one day I would meet a counterfeit who is so realistic... You said you are Ba Zun, How do you prove your identity?"

The uncle subconsciously wants to respond that "the real eight masters don't need to prove their identity".

But when the words came to his lips, he remembered the scene of the guards in the Yao Mansion, 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 revealed Jian Nian.

"I have Jian Nian, how about you?"

Jian Nian came out.

Startled the audience.

However, after Xu Xiaoshou was stunned, he also raised two fingers, and then a sword thought was born on them.

"It's a coincidence, isn't it?"

"Jian Nian, I have it too!"