I have a passive skill.

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.

???

……

True.

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...

Kind of 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.

It's 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, it's not right!

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 didn'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!

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".