Chapter 735: Social Death Scene, "Ba Zun An 2" Also Appears

, I have a set of passive skills

The sudden appearance of the Holy Slave Chief obviously shocked everyone.

The King of Hell and the other two were suspicious.

Even if Xu Xiaoshou was not here at the moment, there was a slight chance that the person in front of them was Xu Xiaoshou's impersonation.

But Jian Nian, how to explain it?

How could the storyteller cooperate with Xu Xiaoshou's nonsensical performance?

Besides, what was he after?

The storyteller was the most powerful fighter here, did he need to cooperate with the fake Holy Slave Chief? What was he after?

It couldn't be that the two of them cooperated just to get that drop of Holy Blood!

Jiang Chaotian was even more frightened.

The two people in the mysterious organization with the Tears Family Eyes, the Holy Slave Storyteller, were already coming in full force.

Now the sudden appearance of the Holy Slave Chief took his last means of turning the tables in one fell swoop.

He is not Jiang Xian.

There are not three cards of the Holy Blood, a life-saving trump card, but only one!

When the holy blood was lost and the Holy Slave Chief with the sword in his hand appeared, Jiang Chaotian immediately thought of the fear of the Jiang family and their group being dominated by the masked man in Tianyang Manor.

At that time, the other party didn't even need to make a move, and everyone lost their resistance!

At this time, Xu Xiaoshou saw that everyone was very respectful and stopped making moves, and the passive values ​​of "fear" and "suspect" were continuously transmitted. He nodded with satisfaction.

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

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

"It is worth mentioning that I have no interest in the three disgusting pupils."

He said and looked at Jiang Qi on the side.

Jiang Qi was still in a daze there.

In this situation of killing the way, her throne could not stir up any waves.

Even if she was resourceful, at this moment, all Jiang Qi could read from the turbid eyes of the Holy Slave Chief was this person's appreciation.

Then, everyone heard the masked man sigh:

"If I wanted the Three Disgusting Pupils, then you, Young Master Jiang, would have been gone..."

As soon as these words came out, the three Jiangs were instantly certain.

This is the real Saint Slave Chief!

This man is the same person as the one who visited Tianyang Manor at that time!

Jiang Chaotian's hatred was instantly shifted after hearing this.

He knew that the two people who tried to seize the Three Disgusting Pupils must be the two people of the King of Hell who came from nowhere.

After all, that day in Tianyang Manor, he, Jiang Chaotian, was driven out without even seeing the Saint Slave Chief.

But because he also knew that the Saint Slave Chief had been to Tianyang Manor, the other party lost the possibility of lying about the things here.

The Saint Slave Chief said disdain.

It should be true disdain.

"King of Hell..."

Jiang Chaotian's eyes flashed with hatred, and he glanced at the two people on the other side.

At this time, the two Kings of Hell felt that they could not wash themselves clean even if they jumped into the Yellow River.

They really only got one of the Three Disgusting Pupils!

The other one was in Xu Xiaoshou's hands!

However, the timing of the Saint Slave Chief's appearance here was too late.

He might not have seen it, and he could have disdained the Three Disgusting Pupils.

However, Xu Xiaoshou was very curious!

This kid took half of the Three Disgusting Pupils. I am afraid that even the Saint Slave Chief didn't know it at this moment!

However, who dared to say more at this moment?

It was fortunate that the Saint Slave Chief appeared and didn't care about the fake Saint Slave identities of the two Kings of Hell.

At this moment, who among the underworld and the hundred ghosts dared to say one more sentence in front of this existence comparable to Lord Huangquan, "You may not know, but one of the Three Disgusting Pupils is really in the hands of your Saint Slave Xu Xiaoshou"?

Who dared?

He who spoke too much would die.

"Let's go."

Seeing that there was no speech in the field, Xu Xiaoshou just turned his head and looked at the storyteller: "The matter over there in Yunlun Mountains has not been resolved yet."

Said it was Yunlun Mountains.

But Xu Xiaoshou was only concerned about the trade fair.

Although Tian Qilin's action did not take long, every second counts now. He didn't know how the trade fair was going, whether the other support from the holy slaves had arrived, and whether everyone had died...

Tian Qilin's illusion was forced to be interrupted once.

The holy power leaked.

There are definitely many people who came here at the last moment.

In a word, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time.

Xu Xiaoshou was thinking hard and waited for a long time before he reacted.

As soon as he said it, the storyteller on the side did not respond in time.

The other party was looking bitter at this time, as if he was resisting something, and there was a spiritual fluctuation on his body.

Everyone noticed this change and realized it at once.

There was someone coming outside the storyteller's small world.

It is possible that the other party is trying to break through this space at this moment!

"Storyteller?"

The only one who didn't realize this was Xu Xiaoshou.

He was a congenital, and even though he was well-informed, he had little experience in this kind of space combat methods. He only frowned at the storyteller for not cooperating with him in time.

"It's over..."

The storyteller spoke at this time.

He turned his head suddenly and smiled bitterly at Xu Xiaoshou, as if he had finally relieved his constipation.

He didn't say much.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Footsteps suddenly came from the distance of Tianqi Forest.

Xu Xiaoshou was no longer ignorant, and realized that it was the storyteller's world power that could not resist outsiders and was forced to break in.

"The white-clothed man is coming?" At that time, Xu Xiaoshou was terrified.

Everyone looked at him sideways.

The King of Hell and the other two also became nervous.

Things got bigger and bigger tonight. Just because a Sanyan pupil was stolen, the situation started to snowball and became more and more out of control.

If Baiyi's support arrives at this moment, the only person who will be happy in that scene is the real victim Jiang.

Jiang and others watched and left.

If we talk about expectations...

Only the three Jiang family members in the field had that glimmer of hope in their hearts.

…

"Ta, ta, ta."

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, neither fast nor slow.

It was accompanied by some banging noises.

Everyone's spiritual thoughts were explored at the same time.

However, at this time, even with Xu Xiaoshou's "perception", when checking the incoming person, he could only vaguely see the outline of a figure that seemed to be filled with mosaics.

This is a boss!

Indeed, even the storyteller could not resist the other party's intrusion.

If this person is not a big boss, what else could he be?

Everyone realizes this.

The situation suddenly became tense.

The sound of clanking iron tools, accompanied by the leisurely footsteps, was getting closer and closer to the ears of several people present.

"who!"

Yin Cao drank low.

He could no longer resist the pressure and had to speak out to destroy the accumulation of momentum.

However, the visitor was very deliberately creating a sense of oppression and did not respond at all, but continued to approach step by step calmly.

It took a long time.

From the depths of the mist, a weathered figure finally emerged.

Along with it, there was a voice that seemed to be floating down from the sky, extremely ethereal and extremely hoarse:

"I am... the eight acquaintances."

This voice was gentle, restrained and powerful, plain and clear in frustration.

If you put it in his time, put it somewhere else.

Such an appearance matches these three words.

Even if it is Taixu, it may be shaken three times!

But now.

In response to that resounding name, a man with sloppy hair and tattered black robes, stained with blood, and dragging a sack came out at the right time...

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

When people!

The whole place fell silent.

"..."

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

Silence was the echo of everyone in the room as they looked at each other.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The King of Hell, Jiang, the Storyteller, and even Xu Xiaoshou were all completely dumbfounded by the sudden appearance of another "Eight Masters".

The sloppy uncle who dragged a sack to create an atmosphere of a strong man entering the scene, but who entered the scene in poverty, was in great contrast. After landing here, he was also confused.

He looked at the familiarly dressed masked man behind the storyteller, and his eyes suddenly changed from indifferent and mysterious to dull and suspicious.

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

Subsequently.

The sloppy uncle's gaze moved down from the masked man's cloudy eyes, as if he was confirming something.

Then I really saw the opponent's hands with only eight fingers inside the black gloves. ?

The sloppy uncle's brow suddenly jumped.

His heart twitched violently, and then his eyes slipped from the masked man to the storyteller in front of him.

This is a storyteller…

The sloppy uncle is convinced!

Very certain!

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

There is also a storyteller floating in the air over there, who looks very much like a storyteller. This storyteller also drags Yin and Yang into life and death...? ?

The sloppy uncle's mouth also twitched.

He found that his heart suddenly stopped beating.

Mingming had just won a big victory, and he was very energetic. He wanted to take advantage of the victory and come here to continue the mission.

But the information I received doesn’t seem to be like this...

Holy slave, how could you be here?

How could the leader of the Holy Slave be here?

Storyteller, how could he be here too?

What the hell... are there two? !

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

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

In front of them, everyone still looked dull.

The scene remains unchanged and the people do not disappear. ? ? ?

…

True.

As shocked as the new eight are, there are also the original... everyone in this place!

The three Jiangs watched the uncle who claimed to be the Eight Masters enter the scene, then pursed their lips and looked back at the original Eight Masters in disbelief. ? ? ?

Yama also looked at the Eight Deities, which were obviously "more like" the Eight Deities, and then looked at the Eight Deities that originally "were" the Eight Deities. ? ? ?

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...

A bit strong!

Among the entire audience, there were only a few people who had truly seen the true face of the First Saint Slave, and the Storyteller was one of them.

The reason why he still said "brother" in surprise.

It was entirely because Xin Ba Zun, who appeared dragging a sack, knew that that face was indeed the face of his brother he had seen.

Exactly the same!

As for why my brother entered the venue in a different outfit and dragged a big sack...

This is my brother’s previous image!

Did he switch back?

But, that’s not right!

These are my brother's words. The original one...

The storyteller suddenly looked at the eight immortals that he had previously thought were faked by Xu Xiaoshou. Suddenly he felt that one of them had two heads, and finally exploded with no heads.

He was not completely sure whether Xu Xiaoshou was still disappearing or whether he had really started his acting method again.

But now a second brother appears...

The other person is so lifelike that even the close relationship between the storyteller and his real brother cannot be used to deny that the person is a fake from aspects such as breath, voice, image, etc.

So, does that mean.

Was it a misunderstanding that I thought Xu Xiaoshou was pretending to be his brother?

The man in front of me is the brother who has really returned from the Yunlun Mountains.

Or is it Xu Xiaoshou pretending to be?

The storyteller, who was in a daze, seemed to have forgotten an indisputable fact:

This new Eight Masters came in forcefully from outside the small world of space. There is no way he is Xu Xiaoshou pretending to be him!

Bazun, who was really disguised as Xu Xiaoshou, had already entered the social death scene.

He doesn't think this is the true eight masters.

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 throne killer Red Dog of Three Sticks of Incense and fell into a deadlock.

It was such a person that Xu Xiaoshou once thought was acquainted with the Eight Masters who appeared and solved his dilemma with the True Ten-segment Sword Finger.

Finally, the other party gave him the "Guan Sword Code".

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

He didn't think that the other party was Ba Zunzhen.

Because later Xu Xiaoshou had already met the eight real Saint Slaves, met them face to face, talked with them, and confirmed their identities.

However, the ten sword fingers that the uncle showed up that day were real, and the "Sword Viewing Code" given to him was also real...

It can be said.

Xu Xiaoshou can use his sword thoughts to impersonate the eight acquaintances, with no disadvantages.

Most of the reason was because the person in front of him gave him the "Sword Observation Manual" and allowed him to practice sword reading.

Strictly speaking.

Xu Xiaoshou's sword reading was not even learned from Zhen Bazun.

Instead, he learned it from what he considered to be a fake, an ardent fan who might be the true Eight Masters.

But these.

It will not affect the current social and political situation.

Xu Xiaoshou never thought that when he pretended to be the Eight Masters, a person who could probably be regarded as the Eight Masters would pop up.

He had heard before that there were many enthusiastic fans of Ba Zunzhen in the East Region, and there were also many counterfeiters.

He didn't believe it.

But tonight the two fakers met, and Xu Xiao was believed!

It’s hard not to believe this scene now…

Taking a deep breath and resisting the questioning looks of everyone in the room, including even the storyteller, Xu Xiaoshou asked aloud: "You said, your name is Bazun Shu?"

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

He had seen eight familiar impostors, but he had never seen one so lifelike, and his men could pull out two storytellers to prove their identity.

What kind of bad scene is this?

Absolutely amazing!

The uncle was silent for a moment and did not answer. He raised his eyes and asked, "What do you mean...are you also called Ba Zunzhen?"

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

Even the momentum he had deliberately created was gone.

If you say you're not annoyed, that's a lie!

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

Xu Xiaoshou just laughed out loud, shook his head slightly, and murmured in a more serious tone: "I never thought that one day I would meet a fake, and he is so lifelike... You said you are the Eight Masters, How do you prove your identity?"

The uncle subconsciously wanted to respond, "The real Eight Masters do not need to prove their identity."

But as he spoke, he remembered the scene with the Yao Mansion 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 Jian Nian.

"I have sword thoughts, what about you?"

The sword thought came out.

Shocked the whole audience.

However, Xu Xiaoshou was startled, and then he also raised two fingers, and then the sword thought was also active on them.

"Isn't it a coincidence?"

"Jian Nian, I have one too!"