I have a passive skill.

So, did he stay until that time before he noticed the movements in the Linggong Palace?

impossible!

Such a strong man, who can't escape his eyes even at the slightest sign of trouble, how could he remain indifferent to the tragic situation in the Linggong Palace?

The most perfect explanation...

On one side is a disciple of the Linggong Palace. As the vice president, he wants to help.

But on the other side is the "Holy Slave"!

The palms of the palms and the backs of the hands are all meat.

Rao, such as Sang Laona, might not know what action to take at the first time.

And when there was a death crisis on one side, he finally couldn't wait any longer.

Rescue the "Holy Slave", thus delaying the rescue of the people in the Linggong Palace, so you rushed back at the last moment and went to the back mountain?

Xu Xiaoshou tightly clutched the straw hat.

He couldn't believe it, and he didn't dare to believe that the truth of all this was actually so!

"Old Sang, are you a 'Holy Slave'?"

despair.

Xu Xiaoshou supported the side pit wall with his elbows, changed into a "comfortable" posture, and perfectly resolved his half-step stagger.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Mu Zixi's voice stopped.

Looking up from her angle, she could just see half of the paper-pale face under the straw hat.

What's wrong with this?

What are they talking about, I really want to hear it!

What's the matter...Xu Xiaoshou laughed bitterly in his heart, forced himself to raise his head, and let his rosy face fall to a place where he could feel it.

Your senior brother and me, my mentality has collapsed! ! !

holy slave...

Your master is a member of the "Holy Slave", you idiot, dare you believe it?

I dare not even think in this direction!

But the fact is just laid out like this.

Who can stand this!

God, come and kill me, Xu Xiaoshou, and give your master his old acting skills to celebrate?

This wave, I, Xu Xiaoshou, wish to call your master the strongest!

none of them!

Xu Xiaoshou restrained his trembling hand, slowly stretched it out, and patted the little junior sister's head lightly, with a kind face.

"Yes, you spoke very well, and the old man listened to it."

Mu Zixi:? ? ?

Xu Xiaoshou, what's wrong with you!

She blinked her big eyes and bowed, "Thank you, Master, for your compliment."

"Cursed, passive value, +1."

Cheats: Freeze your brain!

Xu Xiaoshou used the "power of freezing robbery" to calm down his mind.

The strength was perfectly restrained, and he didn't dare to reveal the slightest breath.

If Sang Lao is a "holy slave", then everything can be explained.

The masked man attacked Tiansang Linggong at night for the first time, Xiao Qixiu was defeated with a sword, Ye Xiaotian had his arm broken, and the nine elders of the Linggong were almost hanged to death by the sword energy out of thin air.

As for Sang Lao, he dismissed the first "Holy Slave" with just a few words...

The masked man attacked Tiansang Linggong for the second time, and the famous sword "Tomb Famous City Snow" was taken away, and an old woodcutter at the level of cutting Dao was brought along with him.

Everyone in the Spirit Palace couldn't even resist the one holding the axe.

Sang Lao's several types of spiritual skills, plus a few words, once again forced the masked man back...

is it possible?

This is impossible!

If it weren't for the extremely close relationship between the two, how could the old man have such a great prestige?

It should have been thought of earlier... Xu Xiaoshou felt powerless.

He could tell that Sang Lao had a little friendship with the head of the "Holy Slave".

But like others, he must never think of it.

This little friendship, to put it bluntly, they are actually friends!

As the same "sacred slaves", why did the masked man attack the Linggong, but Sang Lao wanted to protect the Linggong.

Xu Xiao couldn't bear it anymore.

At this time, he was unable to speculate on the inside story.

"His grandma is a bitch, you old man, you want to kill me, Xu Xiaoshou, before you give up, right?"

Xu Xiaoshou secretly cursed all this in his heart, but on the surface he was amiable.

"Keep talking, keep analyzing."

"You can know, you can deduce it, tell me all about it!"

"Oh." Muzixi nodded, "Balabala..."

"Yes, senior!"

The tearful voice was more serious.

Senior storytellers dared to make jokes, but he didn't dare.

His impression of the second-in-command of the "Holy Slave" who had never met before was still in the series of legends.

The Central Region branch was discovered, and the sleeveless senior resisted everything with his own strength.

Before any support force could arrive, he single-handedly shut everyone out of the Holy Spirit Hall, giving the fresh blood a way to escape.

Even, when he was besieged by the powerful, he was able to severely injure Wuyue Sword Immortal, one of the Seven Sword Immortals, and escape to the Eastern Territory with a way out from the inevitable situation.

Now, the Moonless Sword Immortal is only in the Eastern Region.

The sleeveless senior, who had not recovered from his serious injuries, dared to kill the group of white-clothed men and horses alone again.

And the result...

After arriving in Qinglong County, less than half of the old, weak, sick and disabled remained in the white clothes who came from Haohao Tangtang in the Central Region.

It can be said.

The deeds of Senior Wuxie laid a good foundation for the later "Holy Slave" to break through the White Cave.

How can such a madman, such a record, be imagined by his tears?

He said solemnly: "In the Lijian Grassland, there are not many who have the opportunity to get the 'Four Swords' at present."

"First of all, it's this person."

Following the words of the two lines of tears, a certain place in Xu Xiaoshou's spiritual thoughts was magnified.

There is the location of Lan Xinzi and the man with the magic pattern.

Not surprisingly, this should be the ability of the sound transmission person.

"This man's name is He Yuxing. He has the 'Jieluo Sculpture' in his hand, and he has realized a trace of the sword intent of the Eighth Sword Immortal."

"If there is no accident, there is a high probability that 'Four Swords' will recognize him in the end."

"I also have the Sacrificial Fall Sculpture in my hand, but unfortunately, I couldn't realize anything."

There is regret in the voice of tears.

Xu Xiaoshou also looked away from the point of attention and nodded slightly.

It's not much different from my own speculation.

"Continue." He said to Mu Zixi.

"it is good."

Lei Shuangxing tidied up and continued, "The second one...Yu Zhiwen."

The image of the red clothes appeared indistinctly, and Yu Zhiwen, who was in the lead, was particularly conspicuous.

Apparently, when they got to the place where Hong Yi was, the sound transmitter didn't dare to mess around, so the picture transmitted was not very clear.

"'Zhuji Xingtong' has an extremely terrifying power of heaven. With this power, it is enough to cause many accidents."

"Besides, this is the niece of Palace Master Dao, the personal heir of Dao Xuanji. If she can come here, she must still hold an unknown card in her hand."

Xu Xiaoshou sighed inwardly.

Yes, the Heiluo scabbard is in her hand.

At that time, what Yu Zhiwen said could be vaguely heard, and she was quite sure about "there are four swords".

"this……"

In the picture, there is another stupid little monk, with his buttocks pouted, nervously staring at the "Four Swords" flying in the void.

"This is a disciple of 'Youyuan Buddha'. As you know, Youyuan Buddha was also a close friend of the Eighth Sword Immortal during his lifetime."

"By relying on this relationship, if he randomly takes out a token of the Eighth Sword Immortal, it may be able to arouse the resonance of 'there are four swords'."

"Moreover, one of the Eighth Sword Immortal's old swords - the Great Compassion Tears Without Sword, was given by the 'Buddha with Resentment'."

"Now the famous sword is lost and its whereabouts are unknown. It is very likely that it is on this little monk."

Famous sword, great sorrow and tears without sword?

Xu Xiaoshou frowned.

This little monk, has something to hide from himself?

Doesn't he only have "Prison Empty Magic Wand" and "Buddha Slaying Knife"?

Didn't these two fetishes also get into his hands?

Why, there is also a famous sword hidden?

Good guy!

"The next one... No, the next three."

The screen flashed, and the familiar Three Musketeers appeared.

The three of them sat in the court in a triangular shape, silent.

But something seemed to be brewing, and the aura on his body became more and more terrifying as time passed.

"This is the person from the 'Buried Sword Tomb'. He brought two famous swords, and his strength can be imagined."

"But that's not the main thing. What I'm afraid of is that they have tokens of Wen Ting Sword Immortal on them."

"No matter how bad it is, as long as there is a hint of the sword intent of the broken sword 'Qingju', I am afraid that 'There are four swords' will follow them directly."

Seven Sword Immortals, Wen Ting?

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

He thought of the story Yu Zhiwen told in the Yuan Mansion.

Isn't this the transcendent existence whose radiance was covered up by the Eighth Sword Immortal for a lifetime, and was not discovered by the world until the other party fell?

Dare to love, these three swordsman brothers are under the seat of Wen Ting and Wen Jianxian?