Crazy?

Xu Xiaoshou was a little dizzy when he heard that it was one of the six firsts.

When he was observing outside the trade fair before, he had never sensed that there were so many powerful people!

These people are hiding too well.

And similarly, by comparing the battle at Bai Cao Gou Wuyue last time, he could simply understand how powerful the troops deployed in the Holy Temple this time were.

"Why are there so many people here?" Xu Xiaoshou asked in a low voice.

"Because Rao Yaoyao!"

The storyteller understood Xu Xiaoshou’s thoughts very well and explained:

"At that time in the White Cave, Gou Wuyue was still only half a member of the Holy Temple. When he goes to fight, the Holy Temple has a testing heart. The combat power allocated to him will not exceed the quota."

"But Rao Yaoyao is different...your partner Xuan Wuji said that if Rao Yaoyao leads the team this time, the combat power ration will definitely be the maximum amount."

"Why?" Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled.

He understood that Rao Yaoyao was also one of the Seven Sword Immortals.

But there is no reason to treat them so differently!

The storyteller said solemnly: "Rao Yaoyao is a sword fairy trained by the Holy Temple itself. Of course, more importantly, her surname is Rao..."

"Rao?"

Xu Xiaoshou frowned.

What does this have to do with last name?

Inexplicably, a character flashed into his mind, Rao Yinyin.

It's not like he, Xu Xiaoshou, has never seen anyone with the surname Rao. There is a senior sister from the inner courtyard in Tiansang Ling Palace.

In addition, if the entire continent is put together, there must be hundreds of geniuses with the surname Rao, right?

Are these all from the same family?

Semi-saint family?

That’s why the Holy Temple is so cautious?

Not that...Xu Xiaoshou rejected this idea.

Because if you want to think so.

His surname is Xu, and he probably has some connection with one of the real Xu family members in the five regions of the mainland.

But this is obviously impossible.

I wanted to get a response, but the storyteller shook his head slightly and didn't explain much.

He changed the subject and said: "Xu Xiaoshou, there is an abandoned Cao's blacksmith shop on Guxun Road, Fenghuang Street, Zhongcheng District. You go in and remove the bellows on the right side of the middle table. There is a teleportation array. Use the Holy

With the slave's token, you can enter the secret basement through the teleportation array. There is another teleportation array in the basement that can send you to your brother..."

"What do you mean?" Xu Xiaoshou narrowed his eyes and interrupted.

The storyteller became anxious: "Go there! Don't go to the fair anymore. If Rao Yaoyao leads the team, it is very likely that there will be more than two six-part first seats here. The top priority is to hide!"

Xu Xiaoshou even heard a hint of determination when he said this.

The tall figure of the war headquarters at the end of the long street, the sense of oppression brought by this moment has become so strong.

Previously, Xu Xiaoshou did not have such an obvious feeling when he met Wang Dachui, the leader of the body, and the sloppy uncle voluntarily broke off.

Because he knows that the uncle is very strong.

But……

The storyteller reaches the pinnacle of Taoism, even if the nine-death thunder calamity is over.

The war headquarters seat not far away is Taixu!

Moreover, this kind of person from the previous era.

It’s not like it’s only now that we’ve broken through Taixu, right?

——Then it must be that the old brand is too weak.

Storyteller, how can you beat him?

"how?"

At this time, a chuckle sounded from the end of the long street: "Have you two decided whether to play one-on-one or to go together? I, I have been waiting for a long time."

"Boom——"

At the right time, a loud thunderous roar exploded in the blue sky on the rainy night, and the silver electric snakes split into pieces, crawling across the entire void in an instant, and then lit up the night.

Everything falls back into darkness.

Xu Xiaoshou's heart contracted suddenly, and then the pounding accelerated.

He had never felt such a strong sense of tension even after using the Holy Slave.

Perhaps, this is the reason why even though there are eight masters as the first saint slaves, many Taixu, and Zhandao as the nine saint slaves, the entire saint slave organization still needs to hide in the dark and avoid the light of the holy temple.

"Can you survive?" Xu Xiaoshou suddenly asked.

He smiled when he saw the storyteller suddenly look relieved, and then said seriously: "The kind that tells the truth."

The storyteller's pretty face smiled for a moment, then calmed down, and responded solemnly: "Maybe."

Maybe……

Xu Xiaoshou felt depressed and asked again: "Where are Cen Qiaofu and the other people from the Nine Saint Slaves? Do the Eight Masters not value you so much that they send you out like this?"

The storyteller didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You might think that I am too weak? Back in the Central Region, Gou Wuyue couldn't even defeat him. Do you think Teng Shanhai is stronger than Gou Wuyue?"

But Xu Xiaoshou already understood something: "Gou Wuyue is an outsider and has no helpers."

The storyteller said: "Cen Qiaofu is still recovering from his injuries and is trying not to take action. However, Haitang'er and the others are still in the royal city and have probably arrived at the trade fair, so you don't have to worry about that side and go back first."

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

This change of topic is too blunt!

But he didn't say much.

Because at this time, Teng Shanhai had already taken steps, one step at a time, walking across the long street.

Banging sound.

Teng Shanhai, covered in Cang Shen's armor, looked like a violent giant beast starting its foraging action.

"Walk!"

The storyteller pushed Xu Xiaoshou away and said, "Disappear and never show up."

Xu Xiaoshou took a few steps back and gritted his teeth.

He knew that if he stayed here, he would still be just a burden.

"Survive!"

After saying the last words, Xu Xiaoshou disappeared and left.

Too weak...

there is no time……

No time to grow...

Xu Xiaoshou once again felt that time was so insufficient.

Even though his cultivation speed is very fast, he is as fast as flying.

He even felt that except for the three-breath innates like Ba Zunzhen and the abnormal growth rate of three-year sword immortals, there were not many people on the mainland who could match his own.

But this is still too slow.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

How easy is it to stand up to the great figures of a previous era with just a young man?

On the long street.

Once the Tengshan Sea boundary opens, the world of storytellers and ancient books confronts each other.

The two of them had a tacit understanding and disappeared beyond the limit of Xu Xiaoshou's "perception".

The battle between Zhan Dao and Taixu can only be fought in the realm.

Once it breaks out in the royal city, it will be a disaster for all life and the common people.

"Storyteller?"

Teng Shanhai had one eye and stared at the famous man in red dress in front of him.

He looked around and then looked behind him: "That person just now is Xu Xiaoshou, right?"
To be continued...