I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

The first Saint Slave that appeared suddenly, obviously stunned everyone.

Both Hades were suspicious in their hearts.

Even if Xu Xiaoshou is not here at the moment, there is a slight chance that the person in front of him will be pretended by Xu Xiaoshou.

But Jian Nian, how do you explain?

How can a storyteller behave in a dignified manner and cooperate with Xu Xiaoshou's nonsensical performance?

Besides, what does he picture?

The storyteller is the most powerful here, do you need to cooperate with the false saint slave leader? What is the picture?

It's not that the two cooperate, just to get that drop of holy blood!

Jiang Chaotian was even more frightened.

The two mysterious organizations with the pupils of the tears, the saint slave storyteller, are already menacing.

Now that this sudden sacred slave's first seat, he even took his last resort method in one fell swoop.

He is not Jiang Xian.

There are no three cards for the life-saving cards of the Holy Blood, there is only one!

As soon as the holy blood was lost and the saint slave with the sword in his hand appeared first, Jiang Chaotian immediately thought of the fear of Jiang's and his party being dominated by this masked man in Tianyang Village.

At that time, the opponent didn't even have to take action, and everyone would lose their resistance!

At this time, Xu Xiaoshou saw that everyone was very face-to-face, and each did not do anything, and the passive values ​​of "fear" and "surprise" continued to be heard, and he nodded with satisfaction.

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

"I have something to do with you, so I won't play with you for the time being. I will also take away the storytelling. You will resolve your disputes by yourself."

"It's worth mentioning that I have no interest at all."

He said and looked at Jiang Qi on one side.

Jiang Qi was still there in a daze.

In this situation, she is a mere throne, and she can't make any waves.

Even if he was resourceful, what Jiang Qi could read from the turbid gaze of Saint Slave's first seat at this moment was only a little appreciation of this person.

Immediately afterwards, everyone heard the masked man sighed:

"Three disgusted eyes, if you want to, then you Jiang Young will not be able to keep it..."

As soon as this remark came out, the Jiang trio instantly settled.

This is the first true saint slave!

This person, and the person who went to Tianyangzhuang as a guest at that time, are the same person!

The object of Jiang Chaotian's hatred was instantly transferred.

He knew that trying to capture the three eyes of the pupils must be the two people of Hades who did not know where to come.

After all, at Tianyangzhuang that day, Jiang Chaotian couldn't even see the head of the holy slave, so he was kicked out.

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

The disdain of what the saint slave leader said.

It should be really disdainful.

"Yama…"

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

At this time, the two Hades already felt that they couldn't cleanse after jumping into the Yellow River.

Three tired eyes, they really only got one!

The other one is in Xu Xiaoshou's hands!

However, the timing of the first appearance of the holy slave here was too late.

He may not have seen it, or he can disdain his eyes.

However, Xu Xiaoshou is rare!

This kid grabbed half of the three eyes, I am afraid that at this moment, even the first one of the holy slaves is not known!

But now, who dares to speak more?

The first saint slaves appeared, and it was fortunate that he did not care about the fake saint slave status of the two Hades.

At this moment, Yin Cao and Hundred Ghosts, which dare to say one more sentence in front of an existence comparable to Master Huangquan, "You may not know, but one of the three disgusting pupils is really in the hands of your holy slave Xu Xiao superior"?

Who dare?

If you talk too much, you will die.

"Let's go."

Seeing that there was no word in the scene, Xu Xiaoshou only turned his head to look at the storyteller: "The Yunlun Mountain Range, the matter has not been resolved yet."

Said to be the Yunlun Mountains.

But Xu Xiaoshou was the only one concerned about the trade fair.

Although Tian Qilin's action does not take much time, every second counts. I don't know how the trade fair is going, whether the other support of the holy slaves is in place, and everyone is dead...

Yin Cao's cage-covering Tian Qilin's illusion was forced to interrupt once.

Holy power leaked.

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

In a word: It is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

Pangsi, after waiting for a long time, Xu Xiaoshou reacted.

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

At this time, the other party was suffering from a bitter face, as if resisting something, the spirit element fluctuations appeared on his body.

Everyone noticed this change and realized it instantly.

Outside the small world of storytelling, there are people coming.

No, the other party is trying to break into this space at this moment!

"storytelling?"

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

He is innate. Even though he is knowledgeable, he is too shallow to deal with this kind of space fighting methods, only frowning because the storyteller did not cooperate with him in time.

"It's over..."

At this time the storyteller spoke.

As if the constipation had gone unblocked, he suddenly turned his face and smiled bitterly at Xu Xiaoshou.

Haven't said much yet.

"Da, da, da."

Tian Qilin's distance suddenly heard footsteps.

No matter how ignorant Xu Xiaoshou was, he also realized that it was the power of the storyteller, who could not resist outsiders and was forcibly broken in.

"White clothes are coming?" When it was, Xu Xiao was panicked.

Everyone looked sideways.

Both Hades became nervous.

The things tonight are getting bigger and bigger. Because of the stolen one of the three eyes, the situation seems to be **** and it becomes more and more out of control.

If Baiyi's support arrives at this moment, the only joy in that scene will be the real victim, Jiang Shi.

Several people of Jiang's attention left.

If you look forward to...

Only the three of Jiang's in the field have that hope in their hearts.

…

"Da, da, da."

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, without rushing.

Along with it, there were some humming noises.

Everyone's spiritual thoughts went at the same time.

However, at this time, it was Xu Xiaoshou's "perception". When he was investigating the incoming person, he could only vaguely see a silhouette of a figure filled with mosaics.

This is a gangster!

Indeed, even the storyteller could not resist the opposing force.

The person is not a big man, what else can it be?

Everyone is aware of this.

The situation suddenly tensed.

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

"Who!"

Yin Cao drank low.

He was already somewhat unable to resist the pressure, and must speak out to destroy the accumulation of momentum.

However, Lai Ren deliberately created a sense of oppression, did not respond at all, and only approached calmly.

It's been a long while.

In the depths of the mist, a figure of vicissitudes of life finally came out.

Accompanied by it, there was a voice that seemed to float down from the sky, vaguely to the extreme, and hoarse to the extreme:

"I am... eight masters."

This voice was gentle, restrained and powerful, flat and clear.

If it is placed on him, place it elsewhere.

Appear like this, with these three words.

Even if it is too virtual, it may have three shocks!

But now.

In response to that famous name, a sloppy hair, tattered black robe, stained with blood, and a sack came out at the right time...

Even though his hand has only eight fingers, his neck has a scar, his eyes are muddy, his voice is very hoarse...

Of people!

The audience is quiet.

"..."

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

Looking at each other, the silence is the echo of everyone in the field.

Everyone is stupid.

King Yan, Jiang, the storyteller, and even Xu Xiaoshou were completely dumbfounded by the sudden appearance of another "Eight Masters".

The sloppy uncle, who dragged the sack to create an atmosphere of being strong, but entered the arena in a poor state of great contrast, was also embarrassed 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 atmosphere of appearance created deliberately, accompanied by the changes in his eyes, vanished in an instant.

Subsequently.

The sloppy uncle's eyes moved down from the muddy eyes of the masked man, seeming to confirm something.

Then I really saw the opponent's black gloves, clearly only eight-fingered hands.

?

Uncle sloppy brows suddenly jumped.

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

This is a storyteller...

Uncle sloppy is very sure!

Very sure kind!

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

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

? ?

The corners of the sloppy uncle's mouth twitched.

He noticed that his heart suddenly stopped beating.

Obviously, he won a big victory, and he has a lot of momentum, and he wants to take advantage of the victory to pursue his mission and continue his mission here.

But the information I received, it seems that it’s not like this...

Saint slave, how could it be here?

How is it possible that the first seat of the holy slave is here?

How could the storyteller be here?

Return the damn...two? !

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

He closed his eyes, shook his head lightly, and opened his eyes again.

In front of him, everyone still looked dull.

The scene remains the same, and the person does not disappear.

? ? ?

…

Admittedly.

As shocking as these new eight deities, there are also the original...everyone of this place!

The three of Jiang clan watched the uncle who claimed to be the eight masters to enter the arena, then moaned their lips, looking back at the original eight masters in disbelief.

? ? ?

He also looked at the eight masters who were obviously "more like" the eight masters, and then looked at the eight masters who were originally "is" the eight masters.

? ? ?

The storyteller hugged his head and said in astonishment: "Brother, brother?"

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

Because of the other party...

A bit strong!

Among the audience, there are not many who have really seen the true face of the first saint slave, and the storyteller is one of them.

The reason why he still uttered in surprise, said "Brother".

It's entirely because of the new eight masters who came on stage with a sack, that face is indeed the face of the older brother he has seen.

It's exactly the same!

As for why my elder brother would change his outfit and enter the arena, and still drag a big sack...

This is the image of my brother before!

He changed it back?

But it's not right!

This is what my brother said, the original one...

The storyteller suddenly looked at the eight masters whom he had previously thought to be faked by Xu Xiaoshou. Suddenly he felt that one head was two big, and finally exploded, and his head disappeared.

He is not completely sure whether Xu Xiaoshou is still in a state of disappearance, or whether he has really opened his way of acting again.

But now there is a second brother...

The other party is so real, so real that even the close relationship between his storyteller and his real brother can't deny that the person is a fake in terms of breath, voice, image, etc.

So, does this mean.

Was that brother Xu Xiaoshou faked by me earlier, was he misidentified?

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

Or maybe it's Xu Xiaoshou pretending to be?

The stupefied storyteller seems to have forgotten an indisputable fact:

This new eight masters came in from outside the small world of space, it is impossible for him to be Xu Xiaoshou pretending to be!

The eight masters who are truly pretended by Xu Xiaoshou, this time, have entered the scene of the death of the society.

He doesn't think these are the true eight masters.

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

I still remember the meeting in Tiansang City, he encountered the throne killer Red Dog with three sticks of incense, and fell into death.

It was such a person who once believed Xu Xiaoshou to be the eight masters appeared, and solved his dilemma with the real ten-segment sword finger.

Finally, the other party gave him the "Guanjiandian".

Xu Xiaoshou has always been suspicious of this person's identity.

He doesn't think the other party is the eight masters.

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

However, the ten-sword finger that the uncle appeared on that day is true, and the "Guardian Swordsmanship" given to him is also true...

It can be said.

Xu Xiaoshou can use his sword to counterfeit the eight masters, without any disadvantage.

Most of the reason is because the person in front of him gave him the "Guanjiandian", which made him cultivate Jiannian.

Strictly speaking.

He Xu Xiaoshou's sword reading was not even learned from the true eight masters.

Rather, he learned it from a counterfeit he thought, an avid fan that might be the true eight masters.

But these.

Does not affect the current scene of social death.

Xu Xiaoshou never thought that when he faked the eight masters, he would pop out such a person ninety-nine percent of them could be regarded as eight masters.

Before, he had heard that there are many enthusiastic fans of the Eight Masters in the Eastern Region, and there are also many counterfeiters of UU reading www.uukanshu.com.

He didn't believe it.

But tonight, when the two pretenders met, Xu Xiao was trusted!

In this situation, it’s hard to disbelieve...

Taking a deep breath, resisting the skeptical gaze of the audience, even among the storytellers, Xu Xiaoshou asked aloud, "You said, your name is Eight Masters?"

Until then, the sloppy uncle also recovered.

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

What kind of bad scene is this?

It's absolutely amazing!

The uncle was silent for a while, did not answer, raised his eyes and asked: "Listen to what you mean... You are also called Eight Masters?"

One night, one after another was questioned by the Yao's guards and the fake eight masters.

Even the momentum created deliberately was lost.

Say it's not annoying, it's fake!

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

Xu Xiaoshou only laughed, shook his head slightly, and whispered in a more absolute tone: "Unexpectedly, one day I might meet a counterfeit, and it is so lifelike... You said you are eight masters, you How to prove identity?"

The uncle subconsciously wanted to respond to "the real eight masters do not need to prove their identity."

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

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

The uncle raised **** and suddenly appeared Jian Nian.

"I have swordsmanship, how about you?"

Sword read out.

Alarmed the audience.

However, after Xu Xiaoshou was stunned, he also raised two fingers, and then Jian Nianbo was born on them.

"Coincidentally, isn't this?"

"Jiannian, I have it too!"