I have a passive skill.

Ah Jie is the first generation, a defective product of Dao Qiongcang.

This guy should be his proudest work...Perfect body?

"A few."

Yu Lingdi withdrew his gaze and landed on Cen Qiaofu who was standing in front of him.

"I won't talk nonsense, let's assign opponents, I will be in charge of one."

He raised a finger, pointing to...

Xu Xiaoshou!

"Xiao Shi Tan Ji?"

Xu Xiaoshou's face darkened instantly.

There are three big bosses here, you just pick soft persimmons?

"Looking at your cultivation base, you can't reach a master, right?"

Yu Lingdi's expression became more amused, "I'm very curious, how did you come out alive with this level of cultivation?"

"From the White Cave, and from the deterrence of Senior Moonless."

He moved his gaze down and stopped at the four swords in Xu Xiaoshou's hand.

With this sword, Senior Wuyue would definitely not let this kid go.

But this guy is still alive at the moment, which has already explained something...

"I'm also curious, how did you break open my 'Flower Fragrance Hometown'."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from afar.

Immediately, Xu Xiaoshou saw a man in white stepping on a crabapple walking towards the sky.

At first glance.

Xu Xiaoshou finally saw the appearance of the so-called senior master after a long absence.

That demeanor like an exiled fairy, coupled with the six-leaf crabapple flower lightly in his hand, is just like a fairy official who does not eat fireworks in the world!

Xu Xiaoshou subconsciously glanced in the direction of the storyteller.

This type should be what he would like, right?

as predicted.

When the storyteller saw the person coming, his face flushed red on the spot, and endless brilliance could not stop blooming on his face.

"Brother Haitanger!"

Nourishes—

Xu Xiaoshou's goosebumps immediately stood up.

That delicate voice could make the dead stand up.

and many more!

they know each other?

A light flashed in Xu Xiaoshou's mind. Seeing the storyteller's unrealistic excitement, he suddenly realized a key issue.

"Our people?"

He turned to Tzenchov and asked a question.

"Ah."

Cen Qiaofu nodded: "Holy Slave Seat Nine, the person in charge of the Northern Territory Seven's banned 'Flower Fragrance Hometown', Haitanger."

"hiss!"

North Territory!Seven bans!Seat Nine!

Xu Xiaoshou had never even seen this so-called Haitanger, but just based on those few short adjectives, he could already imagine the strength of the coming person.

This is the background of the holy slave?

If you want to leave, someone will come over to pick you up?

The masked man looked calm.

Seeing Haitang'er who stopped in the sky to prevent the storyteller from jumping up, he frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I won't come, can you handle it?"

Haitang'er paused for a moment, then said: "Going out of here, there are seven hundred holy guards waiting around, even if you pass through the blockade of the seven hundred holy guards..."

He turned his head to look at Yu Lingdi, and said: "The evil bow of Ai Cangsheng is also staring at it."

"Oh?"

The masked man frowned, a little surprised, "Isn't he staring at Shenyi?"

Haitang'er's expression was calm, and she couldn't even see the half joy of reuniting after a long absence.

If it wasn't for the masked man talking to him, outsiders wouldn't even be able to tell that the two knew each other.

He only said coldly: "For a person who can live in the holy mountain of Guizhe, but the whole continent is within his range, what's the difference between staring at one and staring at two?"

The masked man's eyes were filled with surprise again.

"The whole continent?"

"Ah."

"You got shot?"

"..."

Haitang'er fell silent suddenly, and the masked man silently lowered his head.

"Everyone is making progress..."

He pondered for a long time, sighed, and finally put his gaze on Yu Lingdi again.

"This friend."

Said step forward.

Xu Xiaoshou looked a little stunned from behind. From the tone of his voice, could it be that these two also know each other?

He is well versed in eight respects, and his face is so big?

What does he want to do?

Unreasonable, but the expected picture reappeared.

The masked man walked straight in front of Yu Lingdi and No. 33 as if nothing had happened, and then stopped.

He said sincerely: "Just now, from the tone of the two of you, there should be some misunderstanding with Haitang'er, but now that I'm here, let me save face, and this matter will be over, how about it?"

Since meeting Xu Xiaoshou, the masked man has discovered a more efficient fighting method than kendo.

Said.

This is a super spiritual skill that can end everything without bloodshed.

Non-thick-skinned people can't use it!

In the past, he boasted that it was impossible to do so.

But at this moment, the masked man feels that he can try everything.

At the very least, he just managed to use a favor to deal with Gou Wuyue who might have caused serious damage to the holy slave.

Yu Lingdi was stunned.

As if he knew the person in front of him again, he asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that Gou Wuyue has given me face. He is your senior. If you don't consider following suit, give it to me too?"

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Chapter 599 The fate of not giving face!

"I'll give you a big pineapple!"

Yu Lingdi suddenly went berserk, and with a jerk of his hand, it caused rain all over the sky, and when everyone couldn't react at all, he blew the masked man's head off on the spot.

"Oh!"

In the torrential rain, there was an explosion.

Everyone in the audience was instantly stunned.

The storyteller was still looking at Haitang'er with a smile on his face, but now his face froze...

Cenchov tightened the small ax in his hand, and his limbs were stiffened by the palm, his eyes were stern...

Even Haitang, who arrived late, didn't make it in time to rescue her immediately. She watched helplessly as her head was blown out of thin air in front of outsiders...

"This?"

Xu Xiaoshou looked in all directions.

He has long known how powerful the Eighth Sword Immortal's personality is.

But inexplicably, the masked man's head was blown off, and the faces of many big bosses in the holy slave changed color at that moment, which still made his heart beat wildly.

This is this...

This bitch is too brave!

Yu Lingdi?

how dare you!

Xu Xiaoshou remembered what the masked man said in the white cave.

Not surprisingly, Yu Lingdi's parents should be in the same era as Ba Zunwen, and they were completely crushed.

But even so, if he said to shoot, he shot, and he directly blasted his head.

Even if the two sides have a sworn hatred.

But before, I was able to hold back and communicate in a pleasant manner.

Why all of a sudden...

"Young man, your road is narrow!"

Subconsciously, Xu Xiaoshou took a few steps back and gave way to the battlefield.

He knew that the masked man was immortal.

I also know how much respect the saint slave masters have for this so-called Houtian chief seat!

as predicted.

In the next second, the first person to riot was the storyteller who was full of his brother.

"You are presumptuous!"

The storyteller roared, his eyes were bloodshot and red on the spot.

Earlier in Changyi's "Light Rhythm" realm, his brother was exploded, and that was his own choice.

But now, under the watchful eyes of everyone, my brother's head was blown off...

This kind of hatred, even if it is the elder brother who wants him not to do it at this moment, it is impossible.

What accommodating, what face, what bloodless...

"Death to Laozi!"

With only a growl, he jumped on it alone.

Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded on one side.

I? !

This was the first time he heard such a man's self-proclaimed from the storyteller.