I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

The scene suddenly fell into an embarrassment that could not be added.

Jiang, Hades, storyteller...

The several thrones and Dao Zhan suddenly changed from a situation of life and death to a situation of eating melons while watching a play.

Because the two eight masters in front of me are too realistic.

No one would have guessed that on this continent, there are still fake Eight Masters who can't even recognize their swordsmanship.

That's Jian Nian!

Sword Nian is the only one among the second-generation Chu Shennian that can be praised as comparable to "Punishing God and Punishing Calamity".

This thing...

Are there two counterfeit goods in front of you?

It can't be that these two are true!

Jiang Shi, Yan Wang, and the storyteller all felt that their worldview had been refreshed for a moment.

At this time, even the storyteller himself, who is the seven in command of the holy slaves, is a little confused to tell who is the real eight masters in front of him.

Or, are both fake?

But which one is related to the eight gods?

Because if there is no contact, it is impossible for the other party to learn Jian Nian.

Self taught?

Nonsense!

Self-taught to learn swordsmanship, the Eighth Sword Immortal will not have such a respected status among the sword cultivators in the entire Holy God Continent.

The three outsiders all wisely chose not to intervene.

And let the protagonist here, give it to the two eight masters in front of him.

The current situation is so unexpected that it will inevitably give people an absurd illusion:

"Zhan Dao, I really can't intervene in the ridiculous debate between the true and false eight masters here!"

...

The sloppy uncle, one of the confronting parties, stared at the sword in Xu Xiaoshou's hand, and hesitated a little.

It was the first time he encountered such a difficult opponent.

But this person, even though he has sword thoughts, is obviously not a real person.

So there was a long silence, the uncle still couldn't help being curious, suppressed the urge to make a move, and asked, "Where did you learn your sword sense?"

Xu Xiaoshou smiled and replied: "Where can I learn Jian Nian? Naturally, I comprehended it. This thing, you won't be walking on the street, and someone will show up to teach you, right?"

The sloppy uncle was taken aback.

In an instant, he understood the voice-over of the person in front of him.

Then in the next second, shock appeared in the uncle's eyes.

It's him……

it's that kid...

The guy I met in Tianmulberry City has grown to this point in a short period of time?

The uncle was stopped by one word, his heart was shocked, and there was no reply.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at him, and asked again: "What about you? Where did your sword thought come from?"

That was the question he really wanted to ask.

So far, he has been elusive about the identity of this sloppy uncle.

The uncle pondered for a while before replying: "I'm different from you. People in the world think that Jian Nian was created by me, but I don't know that this is what I met a man on the street, and he taught me."

Everyone was shocked.

Such an explanation simply overturned everyone's perception of the origin of the sword thought.

He is the Eight Masters, right?

Is it all right for him to say that?

Even Xu Xiaoshou was quite surprised.

Just kidding!

Is this guy playing tricks?

"Funny!" Xu Xiaoshou sighed in a low voice, "I didn't expect to meet a counterfeit, but you dare to tarnish my reputation."

Uncle was stunned.

He obviously didn't expect that at this time, there was still an immersive experience card on the opposite side.

But now that the codes are matched, he knows Xu Xiaoshou's identity.

So he didn't expose it, and he didn't point it out anymore, he just smiled and said: "You said you are the eight masters, so why are you here?"

With a flick of his sleeves, Xu Xiaoshou raised his head and said, "The eight of us know how to do things all our lives, why do we need to explain to others?"

?

The uncle was stunned again.

The thing in front of me is much more enjoyable to pretend than to be myself!

Before he could speak, Xu Xiaoshou asked again: "What about you, what are you doing here?"

"I?"

Uncle is not as secretive as Xu Xiaoshou,

Hearing this, he turned his head and looked at the two Yan Wangs: "I have business to do."

Yan and Wang were still on the sidelines, secretly recovering.

I never thought that the eight true and false masters were chatting in front of me.

One of them actually targeted the two of them.

At that moment, the hearts of the two Hades flickered.

"It has something to do with us?" Yin Cao was the first to ask the question after being stared at frightenedly.

The sloppy uncle nodded: "It has nothing to do with you, but it has something to do with your boss."

Master Huang Quan...

Yin Cao and Hundred Ghosts looked at each other, feeling even more flustered.

This person pointed his sword at Master Huang Quan as soon as he came up. Obviously, his cultivation level is not bad, and the credibility of the eight masters is even higher.

But at the moment, it doesn't matter whether the eight masters are true or not.

Obviously, the issue of the lives of the two of them is more critical.

"Dare to ask, what's the matter?" Yin Cao said.

"If I'm not mistaken... Hades?" The uncle stared at Yincao's fairy eyes and recognized that it was a fiction book.

Yin Cao didn't respond, just remained silent.

The uncle said again: "If you don't deny it, then it's easy to handle. I won't kill you, I just ask you... Is the Injury Sword in the hands of your boss?"

Hurt Xuanjian!

Everyone was shocked when they heard the sound, even Xu Xiaoshou was no exception.

Now he is not a novice who doesn't understand anything, he has heard of the name of Shangxuanjian.

This sword is not a famous sword.

But it is one of the nine supreme artifacts, and it belongs to the same row as the sinful bow that loves common people.

It is said that his sword is so miraculous that it can even ignore any defense. I don't know if the rumor is true.

This kind of treasure is in the hands of the boss of Hades?

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly recalled the scene of the man in the golden robe and mask appearing to save people.

At that moment, he noticed that Huang Quan had two weapons crossed on his back.

A Tang knife and a long sword are all miraculous and extraordinary.

"So, that sword is the Xuanxuan Sword?" Xu Xiaoshou was suspicious.

...

Everyone who heard the sound in the field focused their attention.

Even Jiang and the others also looked at the Hades.

Jiang Chaotian listened to the Xuanxuan Sword, and then thought about the Leijia pupils owned by Yan Wang and Wang, and he had already pulled the organization to the highest degree of danger in his heart.

However, Yincao didn't answer directly, only said: "We don't know about Master Huang Quan."

The sloppy uncle's tone remained flat: "If you don't deny it, then it will be easy. You, Master Huang Quan, have a sword, you should have seen it?"

Yin Cao: "..."

When you don't answer positively, it becomes non-denial.

Now he couldn't speak, and he couldn't change the subject.

"No." Yin Cao could only deny it flatly.

At this time Xu Xiaoshou said: "You are lying."

Everyone looked sideways again, looking at the other eight masters who were angry with their presence.

Seeing Xu Xiaoshou's Eight Masters pacing slowly, he said slowly: "Huang Quan, it's not that I haven't fought before. If there is no accident, not only the Xuanjian, but the Soul Cut is also in his hands?"

Soul Cut, one of the Nine Supreme Divine Weapons, is in the same row as the Injury Xuan Sword and the Evil Sin Bow.

As soon as Shouban Bazun said this, everyone was stunned.

Uncle Dirty is no exception.

He already knew Xu Xiaoshou's identity.

This is a junior.

It's fine to pretend, but he dares to speak in such empty words, if he is biased, his identity will be exposed?

Yincao and Hundred Ghosts were even more dumbfounded.

They naturally know that the Profound Sword and Soul Cut are all on Master Huang Quan!

But how do outsiders know?

In their hearts, the eight masters who can speak out the wounded Xuanjian are already the real eight masters.

But now, the other eight masters can still assert that Hunqie is also in Master Huang Quan's hands.

He, has he fought against Master Huang Quan?

He is still called Lord Huang Quan...boy?

"sky!"

Yin Cao was terrified.

Which one is true?

If both are false, why can such accurate information be given?

One comes for the sword.

One comes for the knife.

When did even Ba Zun's counterfeit products reach such a high level?

Master Huang Quan didn't know how many years he hadn't made a move.

If these two people were not from that era, how could they know about the existence of Xuanxuan Sword and Soul Cut?

the other side.

Xu Xiaoshou was just cheating.

But seeing Yin Cao's changing expression, he knew it was right.

Hades' Huang Quan actually possessed two supreme artifacts, the Xuan Xuan Sword and the Soul Cut at the same time?

At this moment, even Xu Xiaoshou felt a little absurd...

It's just Huangquan, what can He De do?

You must know that loving the common people is only a sinful bow!

The power of that bow...

When Xu Xiaoshou thought of the evil bow that shot Sang Lao, the second in command of the Holy Slave, into the prison of the Holy Spirit Palace with that arrow, he suddenly understood.

Why is the real saint slave who knows the first eight masters and tells himself not to care about the person who provokes the king of Hades for the time being.

Dare to love, is Hades actually so perverted?

"Hunqie is also there?"

The sloppy uncle not far away was obviously also surprised by this new information.

He stepped forward, stared at Yincao, and said straight to the point: "I don't like killing people, you give me the place where the underworld is, and I won't trouble you and other juniors."

junior...

In the eyes of this sloppy uncle, Zhan Dao seemed to be a junior.

At this moment, including Yincao, Baigui, and Jiang Chaotian, a sense of powerlessness suddenly appeared in their hearts.

The person in front of him is a person who possesses sword thoughts.

In the final analysis, this person is not the Eight Masters.

But at the very least, it's not too far behind!

Wouldn't it be possible that a person with a sword thought would not even have innate talent in a fight?

With a subjective judgment in his mind, Yin Cao didn't want to go to war with this uncle at all, but he couldn't expose Master Huang Quan's whereabouts.

Ever since, there was no way to say it for a while, Yin Cao could only freeze on the spot.

"Did not say?"

The uncle pressed on step by step.

The momentum was stacked, so majestic that it made people breathless.

But at this moment, the storyteller suddenly spoke up.

"Two brothers, wait a minute!"

The storyteller at this time actually couldn't figure out which one was Xu Xiaoshou, which one was the fake brother, and which one was the real brother.

But it is not easy for him to expose one of them, after all, it is possible that one is his own.

So he was left with the choice of slashing the way and humbly making a sound.

Xu Xiaoshou and the sloppy uncle turned their heads at the same time and looked at the storyteller.

When the storyteller was stared at by these two pairs of cloudy eyes, he was in a bad mood.

This is too similar!

Brother, brother, what on earth did you do outside to produce these almost identical fakes?

Resisting the urge to complain, Storyteller announced a bad fact to everyone:

"Bai Yi, come here."

outside the small world.

The storyteller couldn't see the sloppy uncle's figure clearly before, but that was because the other party was strong enough.

But as soon as the aura of the Lingque Fair moved, counting the thrones and cutting the way, he came here to investigate the fluctuation of the holy power, and he knew it at a glance.

It's a deal.

There are many people in the field.

Jiang Chaotian was overjoyed when he knew that reinforcements were coming.

Knowing that the end is approaching, the two of Yama and Wang felt sad from their hearts.

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou began to curse the real Eight Masters for not being able to do things well.

After such a long time, they still haven't been able to attract all the white and red clothes at the trade fair.

in this way……

What happened at the scene?

Is it over?

Xu Xiaoshou became anxious.

The only one who was not in a hurry was the sloppy uncle. He stared straight at the storyteller and asked calmly, "How long will it be?"

The storyteller said that you really think of yourself as your elder brother, and you really treat others like your subordinates.

But the other party issued a sword thought, unlike outsiders.

Pretend to be a fan of the eight masters, and all of them are fans of the eight masters, that is, half of themselves.

So the storyteller replied: "There are traces in the space, people can't hold it for too long, it's time for a cup of tea."

"That's enough." The sloppy uncle nodded, turning his eyes to Hades.

At this moment, the pressure came suddenly, and the two Yamas were very flustered.

Anyone could tell that the uncle said "enough" to express that the period of time before Bai Yi's arrival was enough to kill him and the king of Hades.

Yin Cao couldn't bear it anymore.

His flower fairy eyes bloomed with cherry pink, and he rushed forward directly.

"magical!"

Angrily shouted.

The people present only felt that the world was upside down and the world was spinning.

And the Hundred Ghosts behind Yincao understood it, and immediately took out a drop of golden holy blood from the ring.

Xu Xiao was stunned.

Hua Xianmou's illusion is very strong, but "perception" can still transmit some real picture frames from time to time.

And within these pictures, there is such a scene, which is the act of hundreds of ghosts swallowing the holy blood.

"Yan Wang, there is also holy blood?"

This will shock Xu Xiao extremely.

However, when he thought that the boss of Hades, Huang Quan, was a person who possessed Xuan Xuan Sword and Soul Cut, he immediately felt relieved.

But then relieved, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't stop it. ,

Because the picture from "Perception" was too late, Hua Xianmou's illusion didn't have a strong effect on him, but it did work after all.

He couldn't stop the ghosts from swallowing the holy blood.

One can imagine the power of Zhan Dao taking the holy blood.

Just when the storyteller realized something was wrong, Jiang Chaotian also felt the absurdity from the illusion, and forcibly resisted and broke free, but saw the scene of a hundred ghosts swallowing blood.

Everyone knows it's too late.

The holy blood has already entered the throat!

"Haha, do you know the eight masters?"

Yincao laughed wildly. At this time, everyone realized that he had never rushed forward at all, but led all the ghosts, and under the illusion of illusion, he kept retreating in reality.

While retreating, he also sneered: "Do you really think that I can't see that you are a counterfeit? Even if you have sword thoughts, it doesn't matter, can't you just..."

Click!

At this time, a slight sound appeared, and a sudden change occurred.

Yin Cao's words stopped abruptly, and his sarcastic smile froze on his face.

subsequently.

There was a "snap", and a crisp finger snapping sound appeared.

Everyone felt that the spinning scene was shattered.

Then, another screen came out:

It was a sloppy uncle moving without wind, his body clinging to the ghosts and retreating, holding the holy blood between his fingers, and another sloppy uncle in front of Yincao, with four fingers piercing his throat, stopping the shocking scene of his words .

Two uncles?

Everyone was startled, and immediately reacted.

illusion!

This is also an illusion?

"Illusion?" Yin Cao was also frightened.

In this world, there are illusions that even his fairy eyes can't see through?

However, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he heard his own voice slurred.

Suddenly, pain appeared on his face.

Unable to hold back, Yincao spat out blood.

Realizing that his words were ambiguous and that there was pain, Yin Cao sensed something was wrong, and his expression turned to horror.

"This is not an illusion!"