I have a passive skill.

His surname is Xu, and he presumably could have something to do with a real master of the Xu family in the Five Regions of the mainland.

But this is obviously impossible.

I wanted to get a response, but the storyteller shook his head slightly at this time, and didn't explain much.

He changed the subject and said: "Xu Xiaoshou, there is an abandoned Cao's blacksmith shop on Guxun Road, Fenghuang Street, Zhongcheng District. You go in and move the bellows on the right side of the table in the middle. There is a teleportation array. You can enter the secret basement through the teleportation array, and there is another teleportation array in the basement, which can send you to your brother..."

"What do you mean?" Xu Xiaoshou narrowed his eyes and interrupted.

The storyteller was anxious: "Go there! Don't go to the trade fair site anymore. If Rao Yaoyao leads the team, there may be more than two heads of the six films here. The most urgent thing is to hide!"

With this statement, Xu Xiaoshou even heard a bit of determination.

The tall figure at the head of the war department at the end of the long street, the sense of oppression brought by this moment has become so full.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't have such an obvious feeling when he met Wang Dahammer, the head of the body department, and the sloppy uncle voluntarily broke up.

Because he knows that the uncle's strength is very strong.

but……

The storyteller is at the pinnacle of Dao, even if he survives nine deaths and thunder disasters.

Not far away is the head of the war department, Taixu!

Moreover, this kind of character from the last era.

It's impossible to break through Taixu until now, right?

——It must be the old brand too empty.

Storyteller, how could he beat him?

"how?"

At this time, a chuckle sounded from the end of the long street: "Have you two decided, one-on-one, single, or together? My seat, but I have been waiting for a long time."

"Boom—"

At the right time, there was a loud thunder in the blue sky on a rainy night, and the silver electric snake split into pieces and filled the entire void in an instant, after lighting up the night for a moment.

Everything returns to darkness.

Xu Xiaoshou's heart constricted suddenly, and then accelerated.

He has never felt such a strong sense of tension even if he uses the holy slave for a moment.

Perhaps, this is the reason why even a whole organization of holy slaves with the eight masters as the first holy slaves and many Taixu and Zhan Dao as the nine holy slaves still needs to hide in the dark to avoid the light of the holy temple.

"Can you survive?" Xu Xiaoshou asked suddenly.

Seeing the storyteller's face suddenly relieved, he laughed, and said again seriously: "The kind that tells the truth."

The storyteller's pretty face smiled for a moment, then retracted and replied solemnly: "Maybe."

Maybe……

Xu Xiaoshou's heart was darkened, and he asked again: "Where is Cenchov, and there are other members of the nine saint slaves, do the eight masters know how to ignore you so much, and send you out like this?"

The storyteller didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Do you think that he is a little too weak? Gou Wuyue couldn't take him down in the Central Territory. Do you think this Teng Shanhai is better than Gou Wuyue?"

But Xu Xiaoshou already understood something: "Gou Wuyue is alone and has no helpers."

The storyteller said: "Cen Qiaofu is still recovering from his injuries, so try not to make a move, but Haitang'er and the others are still in Wangcheng, and they have already arrived at the fair, so you don't have to worry about that side, go back first."

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

It's too blunt to change the topic!

But he didn't say much.

Because at this time, Teng Shanhai had already taken a step forward, walking over from the opposite side of the long street one step at a time.

Bang bang.

Teng Shanhai, who was covered in the armor of the gods, started its foraging action like a berserk beast.

"go!"

The storyteller pushed Xu Xiaoshou away, "Disappear, don't show up."

Xu Xiaoshou took a few steps back and gritted his teeth.

He knew that if he stayed here, he was still just a burden.

"Stay alive!"

After finishing speaking, Xu Xiaoshou disappeared and left.

too weak...

No time……

no time to grow...

Xu Xiaoshou once again felt that there was not enough time.

Even though he practiced very fast, he was as fast as flying.

He even felt that except for the three-breathing innate talent of Bazun Fan and the abnormal growth rate of the three-year sword fairy, there were not many people on the mainland who could compare with him.

But this is still too slow.

But this is impossible.

How easy is it to compete with the Taixu figures of an era with the capital of a young man?

on the long street.

As soon as the Tengshanhai boundary was opened, the world of storytellers and ancient books confronted each other.

The two tacitly agreed, and disappeared beyond the limit of Xu Xiaoshou's "perception".

The battle between Dao Zhan and Taixu can only be carried out in the realm.

Once it breaks out in the royal city, it will be a catastrophe for the lives of the people and the destruction of the common people.

"Storyteller?"

Teng Shanhai had only one eye, staring at the famous man in the red dress in front of him.

He glanced at it, and then looked behind him: "The one just now, is Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Otherwise," the storyteller shook his head, "his name is Wen Ming."

"laugh!"

Teng Shanhai sneered: "I've heard that Xu Xiao, the holy slave, was endowed with evil spirits, with innate cultivation, and can play around with the throne and Dao slaying. Looking at it now, he's just a runaway. Doesn't it feel good?"

The storyteller sneered, "You're too vain, and you still want to bully the younger generation?"

"That's true..." Teng Shanhai shrugged, the Cangshen Armor clanged, and he changed the topic, "However, do you really think that the person who can enter the first Dharma Eye of the Six Books is the one who let him go, and he can Safe to leave?"

The storyteller narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Hahaha!"

Teng Shanhai laughed: "Ning Honghong? Isn't that right! I checked you out, and you should be called by this name. If you don't want to be a storyteller and opera singer in the secular world, why do you want to go to the muddy water of the holy slave?"

The storyteller's mind is not on this at all.

Teng Shanhai's words made him realize that there was great terror, and he asked, "Sixth Department, how many people came this time?"

"Not many, just four."

Teng Shanhai actually answered, as if he was stating the realities of the world to a dead body, "Except for Wang Dahui and me you saw, there was also the pair of Ye Xiao and Yi."

The storyteller's pupils shrank.

At this time, he immediately shattered the ancient book space, returned to the outside world, and shouted loudly: "Xu Xiaoshou, come back!!!"

"late."

Teng Shanhai took advantage of the situation and took advantage of the situation to cover the entire space, completely winning the geographical advantage.

When he tilted his head, his bones cracked.

Then he squeezed his fist, and the two fists collided, and with a bang, an air wave exploded from the eyes of the fist, pushing the entire void space.

"bring it on!"

"Let me see how your storyteller escaped from Gou Wuyue's grasp."

"Or, Gou Wuyue, has been carrying out missions for so many years, and has been releasing water all the time!"

……

the other side.

Running so fast, Xu Xiaoshou, who couldn't hear the storyteller's voice at all, felt his mind was a little muddy while running wildly.

"Fenghuang Street, what road is it, and Cao's blacksmith shop?"

He obviously has a good memory, but right now he can't remember anything.

Too much!

There are too many things in my mind!

The scene of the trade fair, the uncle, the storyteller, the eight masters...

Tonight is simply the opening moment of a big situation in Wangcheng, all kinds of exciting events, which make people panic, and if they are not careful, they will have to make a mistake.

But even if one misses a step, if the chariots, horses and artillery are bombarded at the same time, the end will undoubtedly be fatal.

"Fenghuang Street, Xungu Road... yes, Xungu Road!"

"No, it seems to be Gu Xun Road..."

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly recalled.

But regardless of "Ancient Xun" or "Xun Gu", he remembered this place and immediately wanted to go there.

But then, the image of Xuanji asking for help from across the air appeared in his mind.

For De Momo to use the signal for help from across the air, one can imagine how chaotic the trade fair scene was.

"Little Junior Sister..."

Xu Xiaoshou felt anxious.

Elder Sang is gone, Junior Sister can't die!

He immediately turned his head and wanted to fly in the direction of the fair.

The words that can be said are then presented in the mind.

Haitang'er has already passed, so what's the point of his going this time?

It's better to find the teleportation array directly and go to the side of the eight masters to be safe.

But is this really good?

Everyone is fighting, I'm hiding...

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly remembered another person.

Yes!

He still has one more person available!

"Mr. Siren..."

If it is said that tonight's game in the Holy God Hall was led by Rao Yaoyao of the Seven Sword Immortals.

The only one who can resist her is the Meisi people who are also listed as the Seven Sword Immortals!

unfortunately.

Meisi should still be sitting on the first floor in the sky now.

"Ask him to come out!"

Xu Xiaoshou made a decisive decision and wanted to go back to the first floor in the sky.

But at this time...

"Clap!"