Chapter 605: Dimensionality Reduction Attack, Accepting Words

"What?"

Lin Ruohuan didn't notice the subtle changes around him at first, but when Tong Feng said it, he also saw something was wrong.

This surrounding, indeed, does not have any fluctuations in the way of heaven.

No matter how exquisite Haitang'er's control is, the way of cutting is the way of cutting, and the nine-death thunder tribulation is completely overcome, and the opponent is only a few points stronger than her... more than a few points, that's all.

In terms of cultivation, the enemy and we are both in the same realm.

But with a sweep of his spiritual thoughts, Lin Ruohuan didn't notice even half of the fluctuations in heaven's way.

The thoughts in my mind were suddenly mixed, and a thought that shouldn't have arisen: Did this person really take action?

"Under suspicion, passive value, +1."

When Xu Xiaoshou saw such a message finally popping up on the information column, he was not surprised but overjoyed.

"Finally here."

Without being suspected, he was even a bit incompetent.

There were thousands of thoughts in his mind, but on his face, Xu Xiaoshou remained calm and looked at the spiritual sword in Lin Ruohuan's hand.

"Ancient sword cultivator?"

"Ah?" Lin Ruohuan's thoughts were interrupted for an instant, and he was immediately brought back to reality. He hurriedly replied: "Yes, sword cultivator, oh no, no, I am not an ancient sword cultivator..."

The momentary incoherence made Lin Ruohuan's face turn red.

He is clearly a spiritual refiner who is at the top of the powerful.

But under the questioning of the man in front of him, he unconsciously returned to the posture of learning swordsmanship when he was young.

It was the nervous posture of stuttering when meeting a teacher, no matter how well one mastered it.

"Spiritual Sword Cultivator?"

Xu Xiaoshou asked again, and without waiting for feedback, he stretched out his hand, "Let me take a look."

Tong Feng on one side looked at the very eye-catching palm with only four fingers, and only glanced at it, not daring to look at it more, and quickly looked away.

Lin Ruohuan was a little flattered.

If an ordinary person dares to ask a sword cultivator for a sword like this, they are undoubtedly saying: "Give me your life."

But what if it was the Eighth Sword Immortal...

"Give."

Lin Ruohuan immediately handed over the spiritual sword in his hand and said respectfully: "This sword has been with me for a long time, from the throne to the killing path, more than twenty years... Oh, by the way, the name of the sword is 'Lan Juke', Is modeled after you..."

He suddenly became a little embarrassed.

As soon as the word "you" came out of his mouth, Lin Ruohuan realized something was wrong.

At this time, I obviously can't say too much...

Xu Xiaoshou took the spirit sword.

This sword is aqua blue and full of spirituality.

It was obviously not a famous sword, but as soon as it came into my hand, it suddenly started to tremble violently, and I was about to take it out.

"presumptuous!"

Lin Ruohuan shouted loudly, and Lan Juke suddenly became quiet.

Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyes and glanced at him, but said nothing.

"Well."

Instead, Lin Ruohuan became embarrassed and hurriedly explained: "That's not the case. I'm usually very nice to him and won't scold him like this..."

"It doesn't matter."

Xu Xiaoshou stroked the sword body with one hand, and the spiritual sword showed no ripples.

He was a little embarrassed.

Lin Ruohuan failed to notice this detail.

If you can get a soft "No problem" from the Eighth Sword Immortal, then there is really nothing to be nervous about in this world.

And it is even more of a supreme honor for Lan Juke to pass through the hands of the Eighth Sword Immortal!

"Lan Juke..."

Xu Xiaoshou murmured softly: "What a good name."

"No, no, they are all imitations of your sword... ugh!"

Lin Ruohuan bared his teeth.

Didn't you say this before? Why did you slip it out again?

Tong Feng looked surprised from one side.

He had never seen Brother Lin in such a humble manner.

Even if Lin Ruohuan once performed a mission under Senior Wuyue, Lin Ruohuan would not be like this.

But come to think of it.

That time we met from a distance, and no one talked to each other.

And this time, in such a close situation, face to face communication with the Eighth Sword Immortal...

Tong Feng suddenly felt envious.

He knew the legend of the Eighth Sword Immortal. Apart from his attitude, he also had infinite admiration for this man.

At this moment, seeing the two of them in such a scene, he even regretted why he didn't learn swordsmanship when he was a child, and couldn't truly understand the turbulent moods of those swordsmen.

Come to think of it, I should be unable to sleep at least at night...

"Jian Nian?"

While thinking, Lin Ruohuan suddenly heard a high-decibel exclamation in his ear.

Tong Feng was surprised and quickly turned his head to look.

But under the eyes of the Eighth Sword Immortal in front of him, Lan Juke suddenly trembled.

On top of it, there were actually strands of mist steaming out.

"Jian Nian!"

Tong Feng was shocked.

Those miraculous sword-viewing methods that were said to be miraculous were actually happening before our eyes?

He couldn't help but secretly take a few more glances.

"The art of observing swords..."

The Eighth Sword Immortal in front of him obviously didn't make any big moves, just staring at such a small detail.

But Lan Juke seems to have unleashed infinite potential. Not only is it trembling, but the surface gloss is becoming more and more spiritual as time goes by.

Tong Feng knows that the power of "Sword Observation Technique" is that both the actor and the person being acted upon can become stronger with the practice of sword reading.

At the same time, this is also the only extraordinary technique in the world that can improve the level of a spiritual sword without tempering it with iron!

Lin Ruohuan's whole body was shaking with excitement, her face was rosy, and she was breathing heavily.

He knows that strong men have their own goals and opponents, and will not attack juniors easily.

But he never expected that the Eighth Sword Immortal would be so kind to the Sword Cultivator!

It's obviously still a hostile relationship...

He is actually helping him to improve the level of his spiritual sword? !

"I."

Lin Ruohuan was a little incoherent.

He wanted to say a word of thanks, but his attitude prevented him from saying anything.

On the other hand, the Eighth Sword Immortal...

The other party didn't seem to have such worries. When the sword watching was over, he flicked his fingers lightly.

"Buzz——"

Spirit Sword jumped for joy and finally responded.

Xu Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Ruohuan also felt a little ashamed of himself.

This is the pattern and the difference in temperament!

"Lan Juke, it's really good."

Xu Xiaoshou put away the sword and handed it over.

He is no longer the ignorant little sword cultivator he was back then.

In fact, as soon as Lin Ruohuan said this, he could tell from the name of the sword that the person in front of him admired the real Eighth Sword Immortal. He immediately smiled and said: "I once had a sword with a name very similar to Lan Juke. It was called... …”

"Qingju!"

Lin Ruohuan answered excitedly.

"The sky is one foot high and there are eight people who know it. Who dares to take the place of Qingju?"

"My sword and its name are all inspired by your 'Qingju'."

"Of course, I don't dare to call him 'Lan Ju' directly, so I added 'guest', senior..."

"It's very presumptuous, senior, please forgive me!"

Lin Ruohuan clung to the spirit sword that had returned to her. She felt that the sword was more than twice as heavy as before, and she was already a little bit arrogant.

"hehe."

Xu Xiaoshou laughed dumbly, just like a real elder who sighed when he saw the respect that the younger generation almost worshiped him.

This sigh also stimulated Xu Xiaoji on one side.

The strange events happening around him were beyond his comprehension.

Tangtang Zhidao, to be so respectful to a mere innate...Xu Xiaoji no longer knew what he was feeling at the moment.

He was so stunned that he didn't even dare to take another look, for fear that when he saw the strange scene, he would scream and destroy the weird atmosphere created by Demon King Xu.

"Hoo~"

There was a heavy sigh of silent relief in my heart.

Xu Xiaoji tried every means to hypnotize himself to "not be surprised", but his mood was still a little difficult to calm down.

At this moment, he felt nothing but infinite admiration for Xu Xiaoshou, who was sitting on his knees in front of the Zhan Dao master who dared to stand.

"Be admired, passive value, +1."

"Being impressed, passive value, +1."

"Being grateful, passive value, +1."

…

"alright."

Xu Xiaoshou returned the sword with a chuckle.

The sword read also lighted up, and the identity was proved.

Not to mention that these two people never thought that they were just pretending from the beginning.

Even if I come back to my senses now, I want to doubt.

I guess I really don’t dare to doubt it!

He patted his butt and stood up, casually saying, "I asked you to come here because of business."

"Business?"

Lin Ruohuan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the other party seemed to have mentioned it before.

At the same time, he also realized that his reaction just now was really embarrassing.

His face turned a little red, he took a step back and said, neither humble nor arrogant, "Senior, please speak."

Tong Feng lowered his eyelids and became even more desperate.

have to!

Sure enough, they are not people of the same level. Anyone who is a swordsman will lose their temper when they meet the Eighth Sword Immortal, right?

He took a step back and responded solemnly.

"Where's the communication bead?"

Xu Xiaoshou did not show his trump card immediately, but stretched out his hand, looked at the hesitant two people and said: "It's the alarm bead you said."

He didn't say anything more, but waited in silence.

As expected, after just waiting for a moment, Lin Ruohuan sighed in sadness.

"Tongfeng, take it out!"

"oh."

Tong Feng didn't even dare to refuse, so he turned his hand and revealed the alarm bead.

Xu Xiaoshou did not wave from the distance.

Instead, he slowly stepped forward, and under the gaze of two people and a voyeuristic gaze, he slowly reached out and pinched the red bead.

This process gives everyone enough time to react.

But Lin Ruohuan never stopped him.

Tong Feng did not move, not even daring to tremble his fingers.

"I will collect this thing first."

Xu Xiaoshou knew that the faster and more violent his movements were at this moment, the more likely he was to provoke resistance.

On the contrary, what this untimely slowness presents to the other party is more self-confidence and no fear of resistance.

He picked up the alarm bead and threw it into the Yuan Mansion. He cut off contact and explained one more sentence: "I don't like killing people. Likewise, I don't want you to call a large number of people to kill me."

Then the conversation changed: "Now, let's talk business."

Lin Ruohuan and Tong Feng's eyes darkened at the same time.

It turns out that what is life-saving in one's eyes is like this in the other's eyes?

The cold wind blew and the scene was a bit sad.

Xu Xiaoji's feet went numb after hearing this.

Sometimes he really suspected that Demon King Xu was actually the deepest hidden boss.

Otherwise, why does this guy speak so clearly and eloquently in the way of speaking of a world-class giant who can carry out dimensionality reduction attacks from a high level?

"Tell someone to come and kill me..."

Xu Xiaoji sighed silently.

If it were him, he wouldn't be able to say something of such a state...

No!

He didn't even dare to think about it!

"Being admired, passive value, +1."

"Being feared, passive value, +2."

…

"Gou Wuyue has a disciple named Lu Ke. Do you know about it?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

"Luke?"

The two white-clothed men looked at each other, both surprised.

"Know him, what?" Lin Ruohuan asked in confusion.

"Know him, that's easy."

Xu Xiaoshou waved his hand.

The two white-clothed men felt a chill in front of them.

Then, the eighth swordsman had an ice sculpture in his hand.

He was still in doubt, but when his eyes focused on the face of the ice sculpture, even Lin Ruohuan couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Xiao Ke?"

"This, senior..."

Tong Feng was also shocked, "Lu Ke, how could he be in the hands of the senior?"

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head and smiled.

"I won't go into detail about the specific source."

"I'm leaving today, Gou Wuyue is chasing me, I don't want to fight him, but I still have this thing in my hand... Well, it's not good to give it to him in person."

"After all, on the surface, we are all still enemies."

"But if I want to attack the junior..."

Xu Xiaoshou glanced at the two people in front of him, and suddenly laughed, "I can't do it either."

At this moment, Lin Ruohuan and Tong Feng both understood why the Eighth Sword Immortal was so kind.

The other party clearly didn't take them seriously!

Junior...

Sure enough, in the eyes of such people, out of the seven or eight hundred people in the entire Eight Palaces, the only one who can be seen is Senior Wuyue!

And the two sides are indeed still in a hostile relationship.

The other party can obviously run away, but he still wants to stay and return Senior Wuyue's apprentice...

"What a big pattern and what a great spirit!"

At this moment, Lin Ruohuan felt extremely ashamed that he couldn't even call out a respectful title before.

People are afraid of comparison.

With the other party's magnanimity alone, I may never catch up with him in this lifetime.

"Take it!"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't wait for the two to react too much. After seeing that the message bar pop-up boxes were almost the same and all of them were praise words, he threw the ice cube in his hand and sent it back.

"The famous sword is lost, but it's not in my hands. It should have fallen into the hands of the red-clothed man in the white cave."

"You go back and explain it. Try not to throw dirty water on me in vain, although..."

Xu Xiaoshou paused, and curled his lips: "Although I don't care."

"Definitely!"

Lin Ruohuan shouted immediately.

"Promise!"

Tong Feng was also infected, and his body was solemn, as if responding to the order of his superiors.

The mountain wind rustled, and the fallen leaves fluttered.

"It's time to go."

Xu Xiaoshou didn't stay too long.

Pretending needs to leave blank space, and giving the opponent an extreme transformation at the climax can really catch the opponent off guard.

Going straight past the two people in front of him and walking forward, Xu Xiaoshou sighed.

This scene, it must be said, was much easier than he thought.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal..."

Is this title so useful?

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes rolled, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After walking a few more steps, he suddenly remembered that he was missing something, and he stopped immediately, not daring to look back.

"Haitang'er." Just called out.

"..."

The wind was blowing.

Lin Ruohuan was holding the ice sculpture with a surge of emotions.

Tong Feng looked solemn, still savoring the so-called senior's demeanor.

And Haitang'er... didn't respond at all!

"Oops!"

Xu Xiaoshou panicked, he "sense" Xu Xiaoji who was also staring at the ice sculpture and looked dazed, his face turned pale.

You are too deep into the play!

At the critical moment, you broke the chain for me?

I don't want to leave...

If you want to die, don't drag me into the water, damn it! !

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou's heart was pounding like a thousand divine beasts were trampling on him.

"Haitang'er!"

His voice was a little higher, but he didn't dare to raise it too high, so as not to alarm the two people in white clothes who were not in the situation.

But...

They still alarmed them!

The two people in white clothes came to their senses and turned to look at "Haitang'er" who was still leaning against the ancient tree. There was a lot more confusion in their expressions.

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