Chapter 557: Senior, Do You Have a Disciple?

Minotaur?

Are you still thinking about my cute little minotaurs?

A big python can't satisfy you old devil, can it?

Depend on!

The storyteller almost jumped in anger.

But under the pressure of the nameless aura of the second child, no matter how unwilling he was, he did not dare to show it.

"Heh, heh heh..."

"Second brother, what do you mean?" The storyteller sneered and involuntarily covered his chest with his hands.

"What do you think?"

Xu Xiaoshou felt much better once his body stopped absorbing the evil spirit.

Even "Under Attack", which keeps refreshing the screen, seems to be slowing down at this moment.

"Fission, blood rebirth, immortality..."

Xu Xiaoshou said while counting his fingers, a perverted smile gradually appeared on his face, his eyes were slightly fiery, "You know, if this can be used as medicine, I can make a furnace of unparalleled elixirs!"

"impossible!"

The storyteller was so angry that he shouted loudly: "You took a snake out of someone's hands, and you haven't investigated anything yet. Now you want to..."

"Insatiable!"

"You are so greedy!"

The man in red who was watching from a distance directly pinched the orchid finger, and the storyteller who was holding his elbows and shaking his hands wildly and jumping around was frightened.

"What a pervert..."

Xin felt that his eyes were stained.

This may require water from the Forgotten River to wash away the scene just seen.

The corners of Vigil's mouth also twitched wildly.

He has fought against the Storyteller before, and he also knows that if this guy does something like this, it will really be a nerve-wracking thing.

But the scene in front of me is simply terrible!

"damn it……"

Xu Xiaoshou felt goosebumps all over his body and almost slashed forward with his sword.

But he suppressed the discomfort in his heart, his eyes sank, and he stared at the man in the red dress without saying anything.

"Well……"

The storyteller felt that he was being presumptuous for a moment.

The last time he showed his excessive nature in front of this old ghost, he almost even had the hair on his body burned off.

This time...

"No."

The storyteller curled up his fingers, turned his head away, and said with a pout, "The cow is impossible to give to you. Just give it up. This is the gift I want to give to my brother."

"You already have the gift." Xu Xiaoshou was unmoved. ,

"This is the second serving!"

The storyteller said angrily: "Aren't you allowed to give me a second gift?"

"May."

Xu Xiaoshou nodded lightly, pondered for a moment, and said: "But what about me? You called me out in such a hurry, why don't you prepare to show your kindness and give me a gift?"

His eyes narrowed.

The storyteller suddenly felt a chill running down his spine.

Is this old ghost going to settle a score?

You are sick, but I just called you out in advance, and you didn't lose anything.

A snake as an apology is not enough.

Do you still want my cow?

Xu Xiaoshou seemed to know what he was thinking, and said calmly: "The gifts come in pairs, bring them here, I will delay my experiment, and I will train you directly, do you believe it?"

"I do not believe!"

The storyteller roared in his mind.

But there was a stiff smile on his face, and he took out a palm-sized piece of space paper from his arms.

"Here, give..."

Xu Xiaoshou said nothing, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and the big dark circles under his eyes were condensed, "You want me to go over and get it?"

The storyteller's face instantly turned green.

You damn old guy!

Doesn’t it stop people from moving?

I did as you asked, and now you are discussing these seniority issues with me. Are you sick?

"Oh, yes, he is indeed sick."

The storyteller suddenly woke up.

If the second child was not sick, how could he have managed to reach the point where even his elder brother had to give him good advice over the years?

Don't dare to stay.

The storyteller handed over his hands, and a spatial vortex appeared in front of him.

Then, a whirlpool appeared in front of Xu Xiaoshou.

The space paper was presented from the vortex.

Apparently, the storyteller was so cautious that he didn't even dare to get close to him.

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head with a smile, picked up the paper with two fingers.

In the small paper space, there are tens of thousands of blood droplets, like red duckweed, scattered in every corner of the space paper.

"do you died……"

"Perception" detects that there is no life fluctuation in it.

Xu Xiaoshou felt sad.

If Xin Gugu died, what would be the point of coming out this time?

What's the difference between being unable to save a friend and being indifferent to seeing his death?

"Not dead yet."

When the storyteller saw the darkening look in Lao Er's eyes, he thought that the old ghost was in a bad mood because of the ghost beast medicine and died, so he hurriedly explained.

Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyes.

The storyteller immediately added: "This is also my ancient book space. Outsiders may not notice it, but with the blessing of the power of 'Yin Yang Life and Death?', others can maintain a trace of his soul and wisdom."

"Can you wake up and see what fortune will bring...but if you want to make elixirs, it should be possible."

"Not dead, haha, really not dead."

Xu Xiaoshou stared at the storyteller for a long time before turning over his hand and sending the space paper into Yuan Mansion.

In fact, if possible, he really wanted to ask the storyteller to unlock the power of the space paper.

In this way, as soon as Xin Gugu enters the Yuan Mansion, he can bathe in the life energy of the life spirit seal, and he is determined not to die.

But this approach is too risky!

Not to mention whether Mr. Sang understands the power of the storyteller or whether he can understand it.

My appearance alone...

If you still need to rely on others to help you, it will be a sign of a price drop.

In order to maintain his identity and... his integrity, Xu Xiaoshou had to pretend that he knew everything.

Although at this moment, he couldn't even defeat one tenth of the storyteller.

"very good."

Xu Xiaoshou, who no longer knew what to say, or even how to exit, had to look around, nodded his head, and said the words "not painful or not."

"You have given me enough time and face. What I have to do ends here."

"leftover……"

He looked at Hongyi, then at the storyteller, and said with a smile: "You can handle your matters yourself. I still have a mission. Goodbye."

Take a step forward.

You should recite the "Disappearance Technique" silently in your mind.

But at this moment, a voice of condolences came from behind:

"Senior, stay."

With a final sound, the whole place was dead silent.

Everyone looked at the person at the exit.

At this time, even the storyteller felt a little depressed.

You redcoat, what is your name?

This is the Holy Slave, do you understand?

Can you afford it?

It's easy to ask God to send God, but it's hard to send God away. Finally, this damn ghost is going to run away. Why do you keep him here?

Can you beat him?

Stay and continue grabbing gifts?

"This girl is sick... If I had known, I should have dug out those eyes first!" The storyteller cursed, "I'm so angry!"

Everyone in red clothes also looked back in shock, and their eyes suddenly focused on Yu Zhiwen.

Yu Zhiwen felt extremely stressed for a moment.

If she could, she wouldn't want to bear the attention of more than ten thrones and even several Dao-killing level experts at the same time.

But now, I have to say it.

Xu Xiaoshou naturally also saw the existence of Yu Zhiwen.

The girl had been frowning from the beginning, as if she had seen something with her exquisite star eyes.

When Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth again at this moment, he felt his heart was tingling.

But, ignore it?

be honest.

If he ignored it, Xu Xiaoshou would have no idea how he could leave the scene after using the "disappearance technique".

The deadlock on the battlefield was directly broken by his sudden intrusion.

At this time, no one would destroy the storyteller’s ancient book space without a suitable reason.

Even Hong Yi wouldn’t dare.

The reason why I didn't let Hong Yi take action before was because Xin Gugu's matter hadn't been settled yet.

But now I want to.

The other party really didn’t dare!

As the second eldest son of the Holy Slave, Xu Xiaoshou had no reason to undermine his own family.

Therefore, I want to get out of the ancient book space.

Unless the storyteller's brain is caught in a space crack and he detonates the ancient book space.

Otherwise, this is the only chance left.

Because Yu Zhiwen said a few more words, Shengnu Laoer was inexplicably angered, and then Shengnu Laoer got angry, forcing Hongyi to take action, a good opportunity to break the ancient book space!

Anyway, it is the most normal thing for Old Man Sang to lose his temper for no reason.

"Little girl..."

Xu Xiaoshou stopped smiling and turned his head to glance.

With a bang, the space where Hongyi was located instantly collapsed and became unstable.

Yu Zhiwen, who was hiding in the shield of the Sealing Formation, immediately groaned and even the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood even under this indiscriminate injury.

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

So weak?

right.

Forgetting that besides himself, Yu Zhiwen should be the only second "innate strong person" left here.

"Zhiwen!"

Lan Ling flew to Yu Zhiwen's side, supported him with one hand, and passed on the gentle spirit.

She lowered her eyebrows and didn't even have time to glare at the elder saint slave who bullied the younger ones. She just kept signaling with her eyes, trying to understand Yu Zhiwen's reason for keeping this old guy.

"It's okay, he has already kept his hand."

Yu Zhiwen felt the oppressive force of this familiar momentum, as if he had seen the scene when Xu Xiaoshou suppressed the entire audience when the Dao Wen Chu Stone was born.

Thinking back again to the same familiar scorching heat...

I sighed in my heart.

I vaguely understood something.

"I dare to ask, senior, do you have an apprentice named Xu Xiaoshou?"

Yu Zhiwen expressed his doubts.

His eyes have always stayed on Yousi Sword.

After this statement was finalized, Xu Xiaoshou did not wait for a reaction.

The vigilante and the storyteller all trembled.

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

The storyteller raised his eyebrows.

This name shouldn't be that of the female apprentice I just met, right?

Why, does it still feel vaguely familiar?

After thinking for a moment, the storyteller's pupils suddenly shrank.

He has heard of this name!

When the previous incarnation fought against Vigil, the little brother who finally ran out from the ancient book space with the sealed ghost beast...

He is Lao Er's apprentice?

At this time, the storyteller looked at the old man Xiang Li and started to have fun.

devil!

You have such a handsome apprentice and you don’t tell anyone?

If they can't beat you, they can only let you do whatever you want...

Okay, you will die, and others will wait for you!

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

"whee."

He suddenly covered his red lips, as if he thought of something funny, and laughed secretly.

…

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

"No, it can't be..."

"Which Xu Xiaoshou?"

"That Xu Xiaoshou?!"

The voice inside the red clothes was a little noisy.

Lan Ling looked back at Shouye in disbelief, as if to confirm something.

"How do I know..."

Shouye was also confused.

Xu Xiaoshou, is the disciple of the second Saint Slave?

Even though he had felt the burning power of the man in front of him similar to Xu Xiaoshou before.

But due to his subjective consciousness, Shouye had never thought about this aspect at all.

According to the private information searched by the red clothes, Xu Xiaoshou should not be the suspected vice president of Tiansang Linggong, the secret disciple of Sang Lao?

Wait!

Sang Lao?

Shouye was suddenly startled and sweated.

Sang Lao, it seems that he is also the vice president of the Alchemist Association.

Sang Lao, it seems that he was once the first dean of Tiansang Linggong who burned half of Chuyun Peak.

Old Sang...

Is it the second Saint Slave?

Shouye's heart suddenly tightened, and he was terrified.

Even though he had never dealt with this so-called vice president of Tiansang Linggong.

But he had heard a lot of legends about that person.

Now.

This suddenly.

The appearance of Xu Xiaoshou connected all the things together?

"I understand!"

"I finally understand!"

At this time, Shouye suddenly understood.

Why can a small Tiansang County and a small Tiansang Linggong cultivate such a rare talent like Xu Xiaoshou.

If there is a Saint Slave who secretly helps, then with all his efforts, let alone such an achievement now.

It is possible that Xu Xiaoshou's strength will double!

And why did Xu Xiaoshou always refuse to stay away from his big hand before?

It seems that at this moment, everything is completely explained.

"Red clothes, Saint Slave..."

"How can I not refuse to stay away?" Shouye smiled bitterly.

Lan Ling also realized something.

She looked at Shouye and knew what the other was thinking.

When Shouye put Xu Xiaoshou on the red-clothed blacklist, Lan Ling didn't know why.

But now, all those things were thrown into the corner of memory, and it seemed that things that were impossible to be related were all connected.

No one could remain calm.

Even Xin, whose brain had always been dull, realized something.

"Sister Zhiwen, is what you said true?"

Yu Zhiwen didn't speak, and her beautiful star pupils stared straight at the old man in the straw hat in the distance.

Really?

To be honest, Yu Zhiwen herself didn't believe it.

But if it was Xu Xiaoshou...

Everything is possible!

Even at this moment, in her heart, she had a bigger doubt.

The original species of Jinzhao, the power of the frozen catastrophe, the sword thoughts created by the eighth sword fairy, plus the vast momentum...

Even if they were master and apprentice, and they were of the same lineage, could they be so similar?

Although this old man in the straw hat never showed any sword intention from beginning to end, it seemed that everything was a struggle of four swords.

However, if he was Xu Xiaoshou...

Everything could be explained.

"No! Impossible!"

Yu Zhiwen was frightened by his own guess.

If the person in front of him was really Xu Xiaoshou, it would be too horrifying.

Scolding the storyteller, shocking the red-clothed man with one glance, and catching the ghost beast with a flip of his hand...

Xu Xiaoshou, even if he had ten guts, would not dare to commit suicide like this!

Although they didn't spend much time together, Yu Zhiwen knew.

Xu Xiaoshou's cherishment of life was even comparable to the sum of all the people present...!

"Disciple?"

The "Second Saint Slave" in the void pulled the corners of his scary mouth and smiled inexplicably.

His face began to become gloomy and weird.

"I do have another disciple, but it's not the Xu Xiaoshou you little girl said."

"His name is..."

Xu Xiaoshou subconsciously wanted to bring out Zhou Tianshen to take the blame, but changed his mind.

The red-clothed man present didn't know Zhou Tianshen, but Yu Zhiwen had seen him.

Zhang Xinxiong?

No way.

Zhang Taiying was connected to the ghost beast, so the red-clothed man must have investigated the Zhang family's affairs.

Going back further, who else could be brought up?

Zhang Xinxiong... Yes, this guy seems to be the cousin of someone else?

Xu Xiaoshou thought about this, and finally a name of the original enemy from the outer courtyard of Tiansang Linggong, who was about to be forgotten by himself and whom no one present would know, appeared in his mind.

"Hmm..."

Xu Xiaoshou put his hands behind his back and raised his chin, "His name is Wen Ming."