"oh."

"By the way, if possible, where is Shi Zuying...?"

Huang Quan's voice paused, thinking of

The ancestor's shadow staff must have implicated that person. His figure suddenly disappeared, and he did not dare to stay any longer. "It's nothing, that's it. Don't contact me if you have nothing to do... Well, don't contact me if you have something to do."

At the same time, Mei Jiren finally collected the Taicheng Sword.

Prajna Wu killed the Jiefang Tianji Divine Envoy, but it failed to bring much disturbance to his ancient well-intentioned state of mind.

To outsiders, this is an invulnerable hexagonal warrior and the strongest half-saint.

In the eyes of Meiji people, this is just a toy made by a young person.

Very strong...

But limited.

There are actually many places to target, and even if it is placed on the Void Island, this toy becomes very difficult to deal with.

But once the restrictions are lifted, Hongmei can be beaten as a third-rate player, and Prajna no one can be beaten as a player.

In other aspects, there are naturally other sword techniques that can be targeted.

I can't find a point where I can defeat the Divine Envoy of Heavenly Secrets, and I think that the Divine Envoy of Heavenly Secrets is invincible. This can only prove that the practice of ancient swordsmanship is not yet complete.

After all, the Three Thousand Swordsmanship covers everything.

From this perspective, Tianjishu is just one of the great ways, nothing more.

"I wonder if Xu Xiaoshou can realize this..."

The remaining exclamation in the eyes of the eight master disciples was taken away without leaving any trace by the peripheral vision. Mei Jiren raised the right corner of her mouth slightly, then quickly lowered it.

He threw away the paper fan, steadying the rhythm, swaying it leisurely twice, letting the breeze blow on his face to carry away the joy in his heart, and then he took advantage of the situation and looked at Xu Xiaoshou.

One breath, two breaths...

After waiting for three breaths, that was enough.

Mei Ji was already very experienced, so she smiled and said:

"how?"

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes were straight and straight, circling back and forth on Mr. Erhao and Mr. Jiren who had lost their "souls". After going around several times, he could barely speak:

"Okay, so strong"

That's it?

Mei Jiren suppressed the urge to raise her brows, but still had a cheerful expression on her face.

Soon he realized that it wasn't that Xu Xiaoshou couldn't give a higher evaluation to this sword and his teacher.

Rather, he was so shocked that for a moment he could only use few words to describe what he saw and felt.

This is very reasonable.

Mei has encountered similar situations too many times.

To put it bluntly, doesn’t the sense of accomplishment of being a teacher come from this?

"How much have you learned?" he asked again.

"A little bit..." Xu Xiaoshou recalled the sword strike just now, and felt that his memory was gone. He couldn't remember more. However, these things were firmly eaten by the kendo disk, activating the mastery of swordsmanship.

There is a lot of relevant information.

What is forgotten does not necessarily mean that it is lost; it may be that it has settled down. At a certain point, if it is accumulated over time, something like this will come naturally with just one strike.

"A little bit?" Mei Jiren was a little dissatisfied because he could tell that this time Xu Xiaoshou was not being humble and upholding the excellent character of an ancient sword cultivator.

"A little bit." Xu Xiaoshou chuckled and said again.

The people of Meisi were satisfied.

He still wanted to say something, but suppressed these impulses again, shook the paper fan, folded it up, slung it behind him, and retreated to the backcourt.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly felt that this was the boss!

How can any real boss chant to himself "I'm from the West" when he appears on the stage, as if he is afraid that others will not know that he is a boss?

Look!

This is the true style of the sword master.

Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles, dust off your clothes when the matter is over, and hide your merit and fame. (Note)

Without saying a word, I let future generations comment on the merits and demerits.

Xu Xiaoshou could already hear various words of praise for Mr. Jiren being heard everywhere on Void Island after the deathly silence. They were rough, speculative, emotional, and so on:

"Damn! What a sword!"

"This is the second realm, is this Prajnawu?"

"Who said that ancient sword cultivators have declined? This special girl's is not bad.

"Wei Luo, how many of us from the spirit refining world can defeat the ancient sword cultivator?"

"It's the decline of ancient swordsmanship, not ancient swordsmanship... You only see their glory at this moment, how do you know the bitterness behind their backs?"

"Indeed, but if Mr. Jiren hadn't showed mercy just now, wouldn't we have been able to get out?"

"Yes, yes, that gray soul prison is simply suffocating!"

The voices of discussion became louder and louder. As Xu Xiaoshou listened, he understood a little bit more.

It turns out that to increase the passive value, you don’t necessarily have to stand in the crowd and shout "I am actually a semi-saint". There are also people like Mr. Jiren who pretend to be gentle and silent... Well, how to increase the passive value.

Secretly taking a look at Mr. Ren, Xu Xiaoshou's evaluation was even higher.

Absolutely amazing!

Mr. Jiren really deserves the title of "Sword Master", but his face was expressionless, as if the sword strike just now had nothing to do with him, and it was not him who everyone was talking about.

At the same time, seeing everyone on the Void Island wake up, Xiao Dazui hid the confusion in his eyes in time.

He held his chest high, his head held high, took a step forward, cast a sidelong glance at No. 2, who was only a puppet, and then glanced towards the scene of the Three Elephants Judi, snorted and said:

"I told you, I don't even need to take action personally to deal with you."

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned for a moment.

You can do this too? You are so good at it!

Can you learn from my teacher? That is called "demeanor". You think you are not exposed early enough!

However, the spiritual alchemists on the island have to say that there are still people who respect the eight deities and are familiar with them, and it is impossible for everyone to think of anything from just one sentence.

There was the image of "Three Symbols of Kudi" in front of me. For a moment, everyone was amazed when they heard that this was supposed to be a self-murmuring sound, but somehow it could still reach everyone's ears.

Naturally, there were more discussions about "The Eighth Sword Immortal", and almost half of "Mr. Ji Ren" was discussed.

Mei Jiren narrowed her eyes and silently glanced at a certain figure from behind.

A certain figure on the back clearly felt something, and a chill ran down his spine, but the words he blurted out were like splashing water. There was really nothing he could do except continue to maintain his demeanor and not look back.

After the wind and clouds met, it started to rain for a moment.

The relief and relaxation of No. 2 being wiped out with one sword could not last long because there was still one Yan Wuse who had not yet completely figured it out.

The Three Elephants Judi only arrests the body, but cannot completely suppress it.

In order to get true relief, in the current situation where the hatred value is completely full, it is necessary to completely bury one of the Three Emperors here and open up a way to escape from the Void Island.

After erasing the number two, Xu Xiaoshou has not even seen the back-up man of Bazunzhen. He really doesn't want to stay like this and continue to be tricked.

He could easily think of Ba Zunzhen's plan:

Either he really has no other backup plan, and Mei Jiren is the biggest pawn in his plan.

Either this game is not the last moment he expected, so the back-up player, or even himself, does not need to appear.

But the second one is even scarier!

Two saints have been killed, and the chess game is not over yet. How can we continue to stay in this miserable place?

By the time you have earned enough fame and passive points, you will have no life to spend!

"Teacher, old... ah, Master Bazun, what should we do next?" Xu Xiaoshou made up his mind, but still asked.

At this moment, before Mr. Jiren and the fake Eight Masters could reply, a shout floated from the distance, containing suppressed anger.
Chapter completed!