I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 770

[Chapter 735 At the scene of the death of the society, “Eight Reverends Two” also appeared]

The sudden appearance of the head of the Servant obviously shocked everyone.

The two kings of Hades had doubts in their hearts.

Even if Xu Xiaoshou was not there at the moment, there was a slight chance that the person in front of him would be disguised by Xu Xiaoshou.

Can Jiannian, how to explain?

The storyteller is so dignified, how can he cooperate with Xu Xiaoshou’s nonsensical performance?

Besides, what is he doing?

Storytellers are the most powerful here, do you need to cooperate with the head of the fake saint slave, what are you planning?

Not at all, the two of them cooperate, just to get that drop of holy blood!

Jiang Chaotian was even more frightened.

The two members of the mysterious organization with Leijia pupils, the saint slave storytellers, are already menacing.

Now that the sudden arrival of the first slave seat, he even took his final turnaround method in one fell swoop.

He is not Jiang Xian.

There are no three cards, only one and only one, such as holy blood!

Immediately after the holy blood was lost, Jiang Chaotian immediately thought of the fear of Jiang’s group being dominated by this masked man in Tianyang Village.

At that time, the other party didn’t even have to shoot, everyone would lose their resistance!

At this time, Xu Xiaoshou saw that everyone was very friendly, and each of them stopped taking action, and the passive values of “fear” and “surprise” were continuously transmitted. He nodded with satisfaction.

Then he looked back at Jiang Chaotian and said in a hoarse voice:

“There is something in this seat. I won’t play with you for the time being. I will also take the storyteller away. Your disputes will be resolved by yourself.”

“It’s worth mentioning that I have no interest at all in the eyes of the three disgusted eyes.”

He said and looked at Jiang Qi on the side.

Jiang Qi was still there in a daze.

In this round of slashing the Dao, her mere throne can’t make any waves.

Even if he is resourceful, what Jiang Qi can read from the turbid eyes of the first slave at this moment is only a little appreciation of this person.

Immediately afterwards, everyone heard a low sigh from the masked man:

“Three disgusted eyes, if this seat wants it, then you Jiang Shao, you can’t keep it…”

As soon as these words came out, the three Jiang family were instantly determined.

This is a real holy slave seat!

This person is the same person as the person who went to Tianyangzhuang as a guest at that time!

The object of Jiang Chaotian’s hatred was instantly transferred when he heard the sound.

He knew that trying to capture the purpose of Sanyan pupils must be for these two people from the King of Hell who didn’t know where they came from.

After all, in Tianyang Village that day, Jiang Chaotian couldn’t even see the face of the head of the saint slave, so he was kicked out.

But just because he also knew that the first slave had been to Tianyangzhuang, and the matter here, he lost the possibility of lying to convenience.

What the Holy Slave Head said was disdainful.

It should be really disdainful.

“Yama……”

The hatred in Jiang Chaotian’s eyes flashed, and he glanced at the two on the other side.

At this time, the two Kings of Hell felt that they could not wash themselves out of the Yellow River.

Three disgusted pupils, they really only got one!

The other one is in Xu Xiaoshou’s hands!

However, it was too late for the First Slave to appear here.

He may not have seen it, or he can be disdainful.

However, Xu Xiaoshou is rare!

This kid took half of Sanyan’s eyes, I am afraid that at this moment, even the head of the holy slave doesn’t know!

But now, who dares to say more?

It is a fortune that the first place of saint slaves appeared, regardless of the fake saint slave status of the two kings of hell.

At this moment, who would dare to say, “You may not know, but one of the three eyes is really in the hands of Xu Xiaoshou, your saint slave. superior”?

Who dares?

Talk too much and die.

“Let’s go.”

Seeing the silence in the field, Xu Xiaoshou only turned to look at the storyteller: “Over the Yunlun Mountains, the matter has not been resolved.”

Said to be Yunlun Mountains.

But Xu Xiaoshou was concerned only with the trade fair scene.

Although Tian Qilin’s action didn’t take much time, every second counts now. I don’t know how the trade fair is going.

Has the other support of the saint slaves been in place, and everyone died…

Yin Cao covered the cage and Tian Qilin’s illusion was forced to be interrupted once.

Holy power leaked.

In this place, there are definitely many people who came last.

In a word: don’t stay here for long.

Mind Pang Si, it took a while for Xu Xiaoshou to react.

He said in a single word that the storyteller on one side did not give feedback in time.

The other party was grimacing at this time, as if he was resisting something, and there were even fluctuations in the spirit energy.

Everyone noticed the change and immediately realized it.

Outside the small world of storytellers, there is someone coming.

Can’t say, at this moment the other party is trying to break through this space!

“storytelling?”

The only person in the field who didn’t realize this was Xu Xiaoshou.

He is innate, even though he is well-informed, he is too shallow on the means of this kind of space battle, and only frowns at the storyteller’s failure to cooperate with him in time.

“Damn…”

At this time, the narrator spoke.

As if his constipation had cleared up, he suddenly turned his face and showed a bitter and dry smile at Xu Xiaoshou.

Not much to say.

“Tack, tick, tick.”

In the distance of Tian Qilin, footsteps suddenly came.

This time, no matter how ignorant Xu Xiaoshou was, he also realized that it was the power of storytelling in the world, and he couldn’t resist outsiders, so he was forcibly intruded.

“Bai Yi is here?” When it was, Xu Xiaoshou was frightened.

Everyone looked sideways.

The two Kings of Hell were also nervous.

Tonight’s affairs are getting bigger and bigger, because the three eyes of disgust were stolen, the situation started to snowball and became more and more out of control.

If Bai Yi’s support arrives at this moment, the only joy in that scene is the real victim Jiang Shi.

Jiang’s few people looked away.

If you are looking forward to…

There were only three Jiang family members in the field, and there was a ray of hope in their hearts.

…

“Tack, tick, tick.”

The footsteps were getting closer and closer.

Accompanied by some clanging noises.

Everyone’s spiritual thoughts went out at the same time.

However, at this time, it was Xu Xiaoshou’s “perception”, and when he was investigating the incoming person, he could only vaguely see the outline of a silhouette that seemed to be covered with mosaics.

This is a big guy!

Indeed, even the storyteller could not resist the other’s forcible intrusion.

The person here is not a boss, what else could it be?

Everyone realizes this.

The situation suddenly became tense.

The clanging sound of iron clattering should be accompanied by the sound of calm steps, and the ears of several people in the field are getting closer and closer.

“Who!”

Yin Cao drank lowly.

He has been unable to resist the pressure, and must speak out to destroy the accumulation of this momentum.

However, the visitor was very deliberately creating a sense of oppression, and he didn’t respond at all, only approaching step by step calmly.

For a long time.

In the depths of the fog, a vicissitudes of life finally emerged.

Accompanying it, there was a voice that seemed to float down from the sky, to the extreme, and also to the extreme hoarseness:

“I am… the eight masters.”

This voice, gentle and restrained, is flat and distinct.

If you put it in him, put it in another place.

Appear like this, with these three words.

Even if it is too empty, it may be shaken three times!

But now.

Dang Ying, in line with that famous name, came out at the right time with scruffy hair, tattered black robe, stained with blood, and dragging a sack…

Even though his hands only have eight fingers, there is a scar on his neck, his eyes are cloudy, and his voice is abnormally hoarse…

time of the people!

The whole place is quiet.

“…”

The number is relative, silence is the biggest embarrassment at this time.

Looking at each other, silence is 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 another “Eight Zuns”.

The sloppy uncle who dragged the sack and created an atmosphere of being a strong player, but entered the field with a poor body and a great contrast, was also stunned after landing here.

He looked at the familiar masked man behind the storyteller, his eyes suddenly changed from indifferent and mysterious to dull and full of doubts.

The whole deliberately created atmosphere of appearance disappeared in an instant along with the changes in his eyes.

Subsequently.

The sloppy uncle’s eyes moved down from the turbid eyes of the masked man, as if confirming something.

Then I really saw the other party’s black gloves, which were clearly eight-fingered hands.

?

The sloppy uncle frowned suddenly.

His heart twitched violently, and then his eyes slid over the masked man and landed on the storyteller in front of him.

This is a storyteller…

Sloppy uncle is sure!

Pretty sure one!

However, when he turned his head to look to the other side.

There is one floating over there, and there is also a storyteller who looks like a storyteller. This storyteller is still dragging yin and yang to life and death? …

?

?

The sloppy uncle’s mouth also twitched.

He felt that his heart suddenly stopped beating.

He has only won a big victory, and he has a lot of momentum. He wants to pursue the victory and come here to continue the mission.

The information I received doesn’t seem to be like this…

Holy slave, how could it be here?

How could the head of the Holy Slave be here?

Storyteller, how could it be here too?

What the fuck… have two?

!

This moment of trance made the sloppy uncle even feel like he was dreaming.

He closed his eyes, shook his head gently, and opened them again.

In front of him, there is still a dull look of everyone.

The scene has not changed, and the people have not disappeared.

?

?

?

…

True.

As shocking as these new eight masters are, there is also the original… everyone in this place!

The three Jiang clans watched the uncle who called himself Ba Zungan enter the arena, then pursed his lips and looked back at the original Ba Zungan in disbelief.

?

?

?

The King of Hell also looked at the eight Zungan who was obviously “more like” the eight Zungan, and then looked at the original eight Zungan who “was” the eight Zungan.

?

?

?

The storyteller hugged his head and said in shock, “Brother, brother?”

He only knew that someone had broken through the power of his yin and yang rules of life and death, but he could not know who this person was in advance.

Because the other party…

Kind of strong!

In the audience, there were not many people who had really seen the true face of the first slave, and the storyteller was one of them.

The reason why he was still surprised and said “brother”.

It was entirely because the face of the new Ba Zunjun who appeared dragging the sack was indeed the face of the older brother he had seen.

Exactly the same!

As for why my brother came into the arena dressed up and dragged a sack…

This is the image of my brother before!

Has he changed back?

But, it’s not right!

This is what my brother said, the original one…

The storyteller suddenly looked at Ba Zunji, who he thought was faked by Xu Xiaoshou, and suddenly felt that one head and two were big, and finally exploded and the head was gone.

He was not entirely sure whether Xu Xiaoshou was still in a state of disappearance, or whether he had really started his acting again.

However, now there is a second brother…

The other party was so realistic that even the close relationship between his storyteller and his real brother couldn’t deny that the person who came was a fake in terms of breath, voice, image, etc.

So, does that mean.

The older brother who I thought was faked by Xu Xiaoshou was misidentified?

The one in front of him is the elder brother who really returned from the Yunlun Mountains.

Or, was Xu Xiaoshou pretending to be?

The storyteller in a trance seems to have forgotten an indisputable fact:

This new eight masters came in from outside the small space world, and he couldn’t be Xu Xiaoshou pretending to be!

The eight Zunji, who was really disguised by Xu Xiaoshou, had already entered the scene of the death of the society at this moment.

He didn’t think it was the real eight gods.

Because as soon as the other party appeared, he recognized who he was.

He still remembers that time in Tiansang City, when he encountered the red dog, the killer of the three sticks of incense, and fell into a dead end.

It was such a person who once made Xu Xiaoshou think that he was the eight masters, and solved his predicament with the true ten-dan sword.

In the end, the other party also gave him the “Viewing Sword Canon”.

Xu Xiaoshou had always been suspicious of this person’s identity.

He didn’t think the other party was the eight masters.

Because the later Xu Xiaoshou had already seen the eight real saints and slaves, and he had met face to face, talked with him, and confirmed his identity.

However, the ten-point sword finger that uncle appeared that day was true, and the “Sword Watching” given to him was also true…

It can be said.

Xu Xiaoshou was able to use Jian Nian to counterfeit the Eight Zunji, and he was in a good position.

Most of the reasons were because the person in front of him gave him the “Sword Watching Canon”, which allowed him to cultivate into a sword mind.

Strictly speaking.

Xu Xiaoshou’s Jian Nian didn’t even learn from Zhen Ba Zun’an.

Instead, he learned from what he thought was an impostor, a fanatic who might have been the real Ba Zun.

But these.

It does not affect the current social death scene.

Xu Xiaoshou never thought that when he pretended to be an eight-zun acquaintance, he would pop out such a person that 99% of the time he could be regarded as an eight-zun acquaintance.

He had heard before that there were many ardent fans in the Eastern Regions, and there were also many counterfeiters.

He doesn’t believe it.

But tonight the two counterfeiters met, and Xu Xiao was trusted!

It’s hard not to believe this scene…

Taking a deep breath, resisting the skeptical gazes of the audience, including storytellers, Xu Xiaoshou asked aloud: “You said, your name is Ba Zunji?”

Only then did the sloppy uncle come back to his senses.

He has seen eight well-known counterfeiters, but he has never seen such a lifelike one, and his subordinates can pull out two storytellers to prove their identity.

What kind of bad scene is this?

Absolutely!

The uncle was silent for a while, didn’t answer, raised his eyes and asked, “Listen to what you mean… Are you also called Ba Zunji?”

One night, his identity was questioned by the guards of Yao Mansion, the fake Ba Zunji and others one after another.

Even the momentum that was deliberately created was defeated.

Say no to annoyance, that’s a lie!

However, no matter how suppressed his anger was in his tone, he could still be heard.

Xu Xiaoshou only let out a laugh, shook his head slightly, and whispered in a more extreme tone: “I didn’t expect that one day I could meet a counterfeit, and it’s so realistic… You said that you are the eight masters, How do you prove your identity?”

The uncle subconsciously wanted to respond to “the real eight masters, you don’t need to prove your identity.”

But when the words came to his lips, he remembered the scene of the Yao Mansion’s guard, and he didn’t want to be slapped in the face again.

So I looked around and saw that everyone was looking forward to it.

The uncle raised two fingers and suddenly appeared in Jiannian.

“I have Jiannian, how about you?”

The sword thought out.

Shocked the audience.

However, after Xu Xiaoshou was stunned, he also raised two fingers, followed by Jian Nian.

“Isn’t it a coincidence?”

“Jian Nian, I have it too!”