At that time, there was no demonstration of what Yang Lao said.

After all, it was all just talk on paper, and even though the words were clear and logical, even the person giving the lecture had not mastered the most basic sword skills.

What I see now, if I use my words from the past...the matchmaker's beautiful eyes are wide open!

She couldn't remember the meaning of the name or anything.

At this moment, all she could think of was Yang Lao's first words: "There are three, eight, Xiao, and Xu who are cultivators of fame in this world."

Is it possible that the person in the car is the Eight Lords?

Impossible, the Eighth Sword Immortal spreads his sword thoughts to kill ghosts in the Zhongyuan Realm. I came here just to see him, but I haven’t seen him yet!

So, will he be Xiao Kongtong?

This is the Central Territory. Senior Brother Laughter will not come here. He is not the image of such a sick young man. I heard he has a big mouth?

"Could he be Master Shou?"

When her thoughts reached this point, the matchmaker's delicate body trembled.

It was only then that she remembered it in a daze.

When Master Meng first appeared in the Central Region, he seemed to have used the name "Xu Gusheng" and was also a sick man?

Even if I remember it wrong...

One person can give birth to thousands of children!

The person in the car doesn't have to be anyone. There is a definite chance that he was transformed by Shou Ye just to tease the world!

"bass."

Thinking of this, the matchmaker's eyes instantly turned red, and she glanced at the number of people in the upper right corner of Jinxing's screen: 1.8 million.

This is fierce.

This is the highest level in my life.

A preacher who is drunk in the wind can only reach seven or eight million people - he is the emperor of drunkenness!

But now, if Master Shou really appears in her golden apricot scene... the matchmaker's chest rises and falls, her breathing speeds up, and she feels like she is about to faint with happiness.

Seven or eight million?

Picking up wisdom from someone's tooth can cost seven to eight million!

Master Shou, as long as they seize this opportunity, Uncle Jin and Mr. Fu’s descendants can arrange for them to live a hundred generations later!

"laugh……"

On top of the cinnamon carriage, the power of death finally disintegrated and disappeared into smoke.

But the hundred-foot evil ghost that had just been penetrated by the force of a finger was still locked in the void, trembling silently.

In its eyes, which were as big as the moon disk, there was only fear, helplessness, and horror.

"Sir, Sword Lady is back."

In front of the carriage, Old Man Li was very familiar with driving. He picked up the sword-bearing rooster that fell from the sky and handed it into the carriage.

The young man's contemptuous laughter in the carriage then came out:

"I thought it would be so amazing to have the power of death that has been stored for so long."

"Not to mention loving the common people, but at least much better than the brothers who died before you, right?"

"Tsk, no."

When the matchmaker heard this, her heart trembled heavily.

Love the common people...

He also mentioned loving the common people...

It was still mentioned in such a plain tone, as if it was just an insignificant name...

The matchmaker held onto the golden apricot tightly, and was only thankful that she had not been hit by the white-faced ghost's sword just now. The golden apricot did not trigger its defense mechanism and exploded into pieces.

"Who is this kid?"

"Yes, how dare he blaspheme the Emperor of Mankind again and again?"

"Don't let me find him, otherwise we will destroy his entire Taixu family, and even the elders in his clan will not be able to protect him!"

He was still cursing, and the spectators couldn't stop their anger. The matchmaker only stared ahead.

Ahead, following the words, the folds of the carriage curtain moved, and a hand lifted the curtain and reached out. Is that young man about to come out?

In Jin Xing's picture, many people were scolding, and the scolding voices also slowed down slightly. They all watched and watched, but heard the voice of the young master:

"I've been cultivating my name for half a year, and I finally got something."

"No matter how much I search the world of ghosts and Buddhas, I can only find you, a beast close to the holy level, who can take on one or two of my famous sword skills."

"But, your power of death is too shallow, you have to let your master do it..."

The curtain was finally lifted.

Old Man Li even jumped off the carriage early and set up a golden osmanthus ladder in front.

A figure quickly stepped out of the carriage. He was dressed in white and black robe, wearing beads and jade around his waist. He was tall and tall, handsome and handsome.

When he got out of the carriage, he bent down, holding the train of his robe in one hand and stroking his hair with the other, leaving only the side of his face exposed.

But it was this clear-cut profile, the profile that appeared countless times in the missionary mirror at that time...

The nearly two million people in Jinxing's screen completely stopped making noise.

And when he walked out of the carriage, turned around, faced Jin Xing from a distance, and calmly walked down the osmanthus golden staircase.

The golden apricot picture is completely boiling!

"Master Shou?"

"What's going on? I'm dazzled, Master Shou?"

"No, this brother looks a little bit different. Why does he look so much like Master Shou..."

After a quick swipe, the matchmaker's eyes were flooded with so many comments that she lost even the slightest bit of vision.

This has never happened before during the preaching process, but it would be too terrifying. What if it happened during wartime...

The matchmaker didn't even think about it and chose to turn off the comment visualization.

And when he was worried, his eyes focused on the young man who got out of the car again, and he identified his identity.

"ah--"

The matchmaker let out a sharp crack, "He he, he he he..."

She said "him" for a long time, her tongue seemed to be tied up, and she couldn't even shout out the second half of the sentence.

But as a preacher, can’t I even say a word?

The matchmaker pinched the soft flesh at the base of her thigh, twisted it hard, and let out all kinds of emotions:

"Master Shou?!"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, the matchmaker's heart beat rapidly.

Nearly two million people watched. You can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense!

This is "Master Shou". With his enthusiasm, if he says a wrong word, he will be rushed to death by the five realms of Shou masters tomorrow, and he will fall into a situation of eternal disaster.

The matchmaker was anxious and didn't care to take a closer look at the boy, so she urgently turned on the comment visualization again.

In an instant, all vision disappeared, replaced by comments floating across the sky.

But it's not like he was questioning and scolding like before.

Now in the comment area, thousands of comments are lined up in an orderly manner without anyone managing them!

No one spoke carelessly.

No one can dive without a watch.

The only thing that passed before my eyes was exactly the same, shocking sentence:
Chapter completed!