I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 771

[Chapter 736 Uncle Takes Action!]

The scene suddenly fell into an embarrassing situation that could no longer be added.

The Jiang family, the king of hell, the storyteller…

Several thrones and beheadings suddenly changed from a life-and-death situation to a melon-eating situation while watching a play.

Because the two eight statues in front of them are too realistic.

No one could have imagined that on this continent, there are still eight counterfeit statues so well-versed that they cannot even recognize their sword thoughts.

That’s Jian Nian!

Jian Nian, among the second-generation Thorough Spiritual Minds, is the only one known to be comparable to the “God Punishment and Punishment”, and on another level, it has achieved a trans-era feat that is timeless and innovative.

this thing…

In front of these two counterfeit goods, both?

Not at all, these two are true!

Jiang Shi, Yan Wang, and the storyteller all felt that the worldview had been refreshed for a while.

At this time, even the storytellers of the Seven Masters of Saint Slaves were a little silly and couldn’t tell who was the real Eight Zuns in front of them.

Or, are both fake?

But which one is only related to the eight masters?

Because if there is no contact, it is impossible for the other party to learn Jian Nian.

Self taught?

Bullshit!

Self-taught and self-taught swordsmanship, the Eighth Sword Immortal will not have such a respected position among the swordsmen of the entire Holy Spirit Continent.

The three parties on the outside have wisely chosen not to intervene.

And let the protagonist of this place go out and gave it to the two eight masters in front of him.

The current situation is very unexpected, and it will inevitably create an absurd illusion:

“Zhan Dao, I really can’t get in the way of the absurd debate about the true and false eight!”

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The sloppy uncle, one of the confronting parties, stared at the Jian Nian in Xu Xiaoshou’s hand and hesitated a little.

It was the first time he had faced such a formidable opponent.

But this person, although he has Jian Nian, is obviously not a real person.

After being silent for a long time, the uncle couldn’t help but be curious. He suppressed the urge to shoot and asked, “Where did you learn your sword reading?”

Xu Xiaoshou replied with a smile: “Where else can Jian Nian learn? Naturally, I learned it. This thing, you can’t walk on the street, and someone can come out to teach you?”

The sloppy uncle was startled.

In a flash, he understood the voiceover of the person in front of him.

Then in the next second, the uncle’s eyes showed shock.

It’s him……

it’s that kid…

The guy that Tiansang City met, in a short period of time, has grown up to this point?

The uncle was stopped by a word, and his heart was shocked, and there was no reply.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at him and asked again, “What about you? Where did your Jian Nian come from?”

This was the question he really wanted to ask.

So far, he has been elusive about the identity of this sloppy uncle.

The uncle pondered, before replying after a long while: “I’m different from you. The world thinks that Jiannian was created by me, but I don’t know, this is what I suddenly met on the street, and he taught me.”

Everyone was shocked.

Such an explanation simply subverts everyone’s perception of the source of Jian Nian.

Is he the eight masters?

Does it really matter what he said?

Even Xu Xiaoshou was quite surprised.

Just kidding!

Is this guy playing tricks?

“It’s funny!” Xu Xiaoshou sighed in a low voice, “I didn’t expect to meet a counterfeiter, you still dare to tarnish the reputation of my eight masters.”

The uncle was stunned.

He obviously didn’t expect it to be all this time, and there was a pair of immersive eight experience cards on the opposite side.

But now that the passwords are matched, he knows Xu Xiaoshou’s identity.

So I didn’t expose it, I didn’t target it, I just smiled and said, “You said that you are the eight masters, so what are you doing here?”

Xu Xiaoshou flicked his sleeves, raised his head and said, “I have eight masters all my life, why do I need to explain to others?”

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The uncle was stunned again.

The goods in front of you are much more fun to pretend than you are!

Before he could speak, Xu Xiaoshou asked again, “What about you, what are you doing here?”

“I?”

Uncle did not cover up like Xu Xiaoshou,

Hearing that, he turned his head to look at the two Kings of Hell: “I have business.”

The two Kings of Hell were still on the sidelines, secretly recovering their state.

I never thought that the eight real and fake ones in front of them were chatting and chatting.

One of them actually targeted the two of them.

At the moment, the two Kings of Hell shook their heads.

“It has something to do with us?” Yin Cao was the first to ask the question.

The sloppy uncle nodded: “It has nothing to do with you, but it has something to do with your boss.”

Lord Huang Quan…

Yin Cao and Bai Gui looked at each other, and their hearts became even more flustered.

As soon as this person came up, he pointed his sword at Lord Huang Quan. Obviously, his cultivation was not bad, and it was the credibility of the eight masters, which was even higher.

But at the moment, it doesn’t matter whether the eight are real or not.

Obviously, the life of the two of them is more critical.

“Dare to ask, what’s the matter?” Yin Cao said.

“If I’m not mistaken… Hades?” The uncle stared at Yin Cao’s Hua Xian eyes and recognized that this was a hypothetical book.

Yin Cao did not respond, just silent.

The uncle said again: “If you don’t deny it, then it will be easier to handle. I won’t kill you, just ask you… Is the Xuan Xuan sword in your boss’s hands?”

Hurt Xuanjian!

Everyone was shocked when they heard the sound, even Xu Xiaoshou was no exception.

Now he is not a little white who doesn’t understand anything, he has heard the name of Huan Xuanjian.

This sword is not a famous sword.

But it is one of the nine supreme artifacts, and belongs to the same column as the evil sin bow that loves the common people.

It is said that its sword is so magical that it can even ignore any defenses, so I don’t know if the rumors are true.

This kind of baby is in the hands of the boss of the king of hell?

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly recalled the scene of the golden-robed masked man appearing to save people.

At that moment, he noticed that Huang Quan had two weapons crossed on his back.

A Tang sword, a long sword, all of them are extraordinary.

“So, that sword is the Xuan Xuan Sword?” Xu Xiaoshou was suspicious.

…

The people in the field who heard the sound all focused their attention.

Even the Jiang clan and the others looked at the two Kings of Hell at this moment.

Jiang Chaotian heard the injury of Xuanjian, and then calculated the tears of the eyes of the two men, and in his heart, he had already pulled the danger level of this organization to the highest level.

However, Yin Cao did not answer directly, only said: “We don’t know about Lord Huang Quan.”

The sloppy uncle’s tone was flat and still: “If you don’t deny it, then it’s easy to handle. You Lord Huang Quan, do you have a sword, you should have seen it?”

Yin Cao: “…”

When you don’t answer directly, it becomes non-denial.

This time he was simply speechless, and he couldn’t change the subject.

“No.” Yin Cao can only deny.

At this time, Xu Xiaoshou said, “You are lying.”

Everyone looked sideways again, and looked at this other eight Zunya who was angry with his sense of existence.

Seeing Xu Xiaoshou’s version of the eight statues pacing slowly, he said slowly: “Huang Quan, it’s not that I haven’t fought before. If there is no accident, not only the Xuanjian, but also the soul cut, is also in his hands?”

Soul Cut, one of the nine supreme divine weapons, is in the same line as the Profound Sword of Injury and the Bow of Evil Sin.

As soon as Shouban Ba Zun said these words, everyone was stunned.

Sloppy Uncle is no exception.

He already knew Xu Xiaoshou’s identity.

This is a junior.

It’s okay to pretend to be garlic, why is this kind of empty talk, if his identity will be exposed if he is biased, he dares to interject?

Yin Cao and Bai Gui were even more dumbfounded.

They naturally knew that the Xuan Xuan sword and the soul cut were all on the body of Lord Huang Quan!

But how do outsiders know?

In their hearts, the eight masters who can speak and hurt the profound sword are already the real eight masters.

But now, the other eight are familiar, and they can also assert that the soul cut is also in the hands of Lord Huang Quan.

He, has also played against Lord Huang Quan?

He is also called Lord Huang Quan… boy?

“sky!”

Yin Cao was terrified.

Which is the real one?

If both are false, how can such accurate information be given?

One comes for the sword.

One comes for the knife.

When did even the eight masters of the fakes reach such a high level?

Lord Huang Quan doesn’t know how many years he hasn’t shot.

If these two people were not characters from that era, how could they know about the existence of Sang Xuanjian and Soul Cut?

the other side.

Xu Xiaoshou was just cheating.

But seeing Yin Cao’s changing expression, he felt right.

Had the King of Hell’s Huangquan really possessed the two supreme divine weapons, the Profound Injury Sword and the Soul Cut at the same time?

At this moment, even Xu Xiaoshou felt a little absurd…

District Huangquan, what virtue and what ability?

It must be known that if you love the common people, you are only a sinner bow!

The power of that bow…

As soon as Xu Xiaoshou thought of that arrow, Sang Lao, the second-in-command of the saint slave, was shot into the evil sin bow in the prison of the Holy Spirit Temple, and he suddenly understood.

Why did the eight real saints in the first seat of the slave know, and told themselves to leave it alone for the time being, to provoke the people of the King of Hell.

Dare to love, is the King of Hell so perverted?

“Soul cut too?”

The sloppy uncle not far away was obviously surprised by this new information.

He stepped forward, stared at the Yin Cao, and said straight to the subject: “I don’t like killing people, you give me the place where Huang Quan is, and I won’t ask you to wait for the junior to trouble you.”

junior…

In the eyes of this sloppy uncle, Zhan Dao is like a junior.

At this moment, Yin Cao, Bai Gui, and Jiang Chaotian felt powerless.

The person in front of him is a person with a sword intent.

In the final analysis, this person is not the eight masters.

But at the very least, it’s not nearly anywhere!

It’s not like a person with Jiannian will fight with real combat power, even less than innate?

With a subjective judgment in his heart, Yin Cao didn’t want to fight this uncle at all, but he couldn’t reveal the whereabouts of Lord Huang Quan.

As a result, there is no way to tell at this moment, the Yin Cao can only be stagnant on the spot.

“Do not say?”

The uncle pressed hard.

The momentum was stacked, and it was so majestic that it made people gasp for breath.

But at this moment, the storyteller suddenly spoke up.

“Two brothers, wait a minute!”

At this time, the storyteller actually couldn’t figure out which one was Xu Xiaoshou, which one was the fake brother, and which one was the real brother.

But he is not good at piercing one of them. After all, it is possible that that one is his own.

So he was left with the choice of slashing the Dao and making a humble voice.

Xu Xiaoshou’s version of Ba Zun’an, and the sloppy uncle’s version of Ba Zun’an turned their heads at the same time and looked at the storyteller.

The storyteller was stared at by these two turbid eyes, and his whole person was not well.

It’s too similar!

Brother, brother, what have you done outside to generate these almost identical fakes?

Resisting the urge to complain, the storyteller announced a bad fact to everyone:

“Bai Yi, come here.”

outside the small world.

Storyteller couldn’t see the sloppy uncle’s figure before, but that was because the other party was strong enough.

But the breath of the Lingque Trade Fair moved, and he counted the throne and cut the road at the same time. He came here to investigate the fluctuation of the holy power. He told the story at a glance.

In a word.

The people in the arena are of various colors.

Jiang Chaotian was overjoyed when he knew that reinforcements were coming.

The two Kings of Hell knew that the end was coming, and their sorrow came from their hearts.

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou began to curse that the real eight masters were incompetent.

After so long, they still haven’t been able to attract the white and red clothes from the fair.

in this way……

How was the scene?

Are you done?

Xu Xiaoshou became anxious.

The only one who is still not slow is the sloppy uncle. He stared straight at the storyteller and asked calmly, “How long will it take?”

The storyteller said that you really think of yourself as a brother, and you really treat others as your subordinates.

But the other party issued Jian Nian, unlike outsiders.

Anyone who pretends to be a fan of the eight is also a fan of the eight, that is, half of their own.

So the storyteller replied: “The space left a mark, people can’t hold it for too long, it’s a cup of tea.”

“Enough.” The sloppy uncle nodded and glanced back at the King of Hell.

At this moment, the pressure suddenly increased, and the two Kings of Hell were very flustered.

Anyone could hear that the uncle’s “enough” was expressing that the period before Bai Yi’s arrival was enough to kill the two Kings of Hell.

Yin Cao couldn’t take it anymore.

His flower fairy eyes bloomed with cherry powder, and he rushed straight away.

“magical!”

An angry shout.

The people present only felt that the world was upside down and the world was spinning.

And Bai Gui, who was behind Yin Cao, understood it, and immediately took out a drop of golden holy blood from the ring.

Xu Xiao was stunned.

Huaxian Eye’s illusion is very strong, but “perception” can still transmit some real picture frames from time to time.

And within these pictures, there is such a scene, which is the act of a hundred ghosts swallowing the holy blood.

“Ye Wang, also has holy blood?”

Xu Xiao was shocked by this.

However, when he thought that Huang Quan, the eldest of the King of Hell, was a person with a broken sword and a soul cut, he immediately felt relieved.

But relieved again, Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t stop it.

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Because the picture from “perception” came too late, Hua Xianmu’s illusion was not very effective on him, but it did work after all.

He, UU reading www.sonicmtl.com could not stop the ghosts from swallowing the holy blood.

One can imagine the power of taking holy blood for Zhan Dao.

Just when the storyteller realized that something was wrong, Jiang Chaotian also felt absurd from the illusion, forcibly resisted and broke free, but saw the scene of a hundred ghosts swallowing blood.

Everyone knows it’s too late.

Holy blood has entered the throat!

“Haha, eight masters?”

Yin Cao laughed wildly, and at this time everyone realized that he had never rushed forward at all, but brought a hundred ghosts, under the illusion of illusion, constantly retreating in reality.

As he retreated, he sneered: “Do you really think that I can’t see that you are an impostor? Even if you have Jiannian, you can’t only…”

click!

At this time, a slight noise appeared, and the sudden change occurred.

Yin Cao’s words stopped abruptly, and his sarcastic smile froze on his face.

Subsequently.

With a “snap” sound, a crisp finger-snapping sound appeared.

Everyone only felt that the spinning picture was broken.

Then, another screen came out:

It was a shocking scene of a sloppy uncle moving without wind, his figure clinging to the ghosts and retreating, his two fingers holding the holy blood, and another sloppy uncle in front of Yin Cao, four fingers penetrating his throat, stopping his words. .

Two uncles?

Everyone was startled, and immediately responded.

Fantasy!

Is this also a fantasy?

“Illusion?” Yin Cao was also frightened.

In this world, there is actually an illusion that his Huaxian eyes can’t see through?

However, as soon as the words came out, he heard his own words slurred.

Suddenly, pain appeared on his face.

Unable to hold back, Yin Cao spat out blood.

Realizing the ambiguity of his words and the appearance of pain, Yin Cao realized that something was wrong, and his face turned horrified.

“This is not an illusion!”