"Form No. 18, please support!"

call out!

Phew!

Boo hoo hoo…

One after another, figures landed one after another.

This place changed from two people, to seven people, then to eighteen, twenty-three, thirty-six people...

These people are dressed in white, red, or even other colors and are special personnel from special departments.

However, without exception, after landing, they either were stopped by Cheng Huan or discovered something themselves, and they no longer dared to move forward.

They settled in front of the cliff, a safe distance of thirty feet away from the figure at the tea table.

They opened their eyes wide to recognize it, gasped, and then whispered to each other.

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Holy slave Shouye?"

"What's going on! How dare he wait for us here alone?"

"Ah? He is Xu Xiaoshou. He has even killed Rao Yaoyao and killed Ao Sheng's clone. What else can he not dare to do?"

"What you should ask is why so many of us have to wait here for so long, and he doesn't even bother to talk to me."

"Hush, don't try to gain others' ambition and destroy your own prestige. Wait for someone from above to come!"

"Fuck! This Shouye is so mean..."

In the midst of the discussion, someone couldn't help it anymore, stepped back half a step, and shouted loudly: "Xu Xiaoshou!"

In an instant, the scene became quiet.

Numerous slashers and Taixu formed a formation, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Cold sweat dripped from their foreheads and their salty eyes did not dare to blink. They cursed the person who made the sound in their hearts.

Xu Xiaoshou, that's Zhan Dao. If Taixu forms a formation, can it be blocked?

"call……"

The cold wind howled by.

On the cliff, there are sounds of people from each other's holy temples hunting and dancing.

Behind the tea table, the figure reclining and drinking tea remained unmoved, still breathing in the hot air and pouring and drinking.

"Fuck!" someone cursed.

Breathing from the cliff, the wind suddenly became louder and the temperature seemed to be lower...

"retreat!!!"

Cheng Huan's scalp was numb and he roared very quickly.

He stood in front of the formation and was one of the first people most likely to be attacked. He wished he could push everyone behind him away.

The crowd instantly retreated fifty feet.

The sound of the wind has just subsided, but the surrounding temperature is still the same - cold, but it doesn't seem to have been cold at all?

Only then did everyone realize that it was just a false alarm, it was just a strong wind.

Xu Xiaoshou was still drinking tea and never made any move.

"The second in command of the Holy Slave..."

"Is the pressure so great?"

Cheng Huan's right eyelid twitched wildly, and he clutched the spear tightly, his back already wet with cold sweat.

Everyone felt very humiliated by what they had just done, but what he saw was a young man putting great pressure on many seniors who were over fifty years old.

"Ah……"

Cheng Huan secretly breathed a sigh of relief to relieve the pressure.

He was a newly promoted man in white clothes, and for a moment he thought that if the new second-in-command of the Saint Slave was like this, then what kind of existence would his master have no sleeves?

Back then on Heting Mountain, Senior Gou Wuyue took the lead in crushing the burning qin. How terrifying was it?

Both are Taixu, how big is the gap between me and senior Gou Wuyue who has resigned?

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Another line of figures in red and white fell on the cliff.

The newcomers didn't know why, so they just stepped back several hundred feet under the scolding of their predecessors.

The queue stretched into a long queue, as if they were queuing up to buy tea at the edge of a cliff.

Someone questioned:

"Why does that Xu Xiaoshou look a little fake?"

"He can't even sense the realm of cultivation. It seems like he is just an incarnation of spiritual energy?"

In an instant, this man was crushed from left to right:

"The foreign ministry said that the level of cultivation of the holy slave Shouye is difficult for even a half-saint to see through."

"He can change everything in the world, is proficient in disguise, and is very good at intelligent warfare."

"Now that you are in such a depressed state, and you are still setting up a table to greet me all alone, isn't it that you have prepared something in advance to tempt me to wait?"

A quarter of an hour passed.

During the difficult confrontation, a young trialist from nearby broke into the place and was shocked by this scene.

There are hundreds of beheadings, it’s too imaginary to form a formation against only one person?

Who is that person? He looks very young and is also a trialist?

No!

That seems to be the father-in-law of the Holy Slave!

Without asking any more questions, batch after batch of testers were asked to leave by the people in white.

Two quarters of an hour passed.

On the black water stream, the holy slave Shouye had a table and a cup of tea. After drinking hundreds of zhandao, he was too weak.

Outside the Blackwater Stream, the good-intentioned trialists did not even kill the White Walkers, but watched from a distance.

This time, both the white-coated and the red-coated people had big heads. After all, it would not be a good thing for the current scene to spread.

Finally, their wait came to an end.

The sword energy travels across the sky, the master in white clothes holds the Tao, and the quasi-Seven Sword Immortal Beibei descends on the Black Water Stream!

"what's the situation?"

Beibei's voice was crisp and he looked younger than all the white and red people present.

If she were in another place, she could only be regarded as one of the testers when she entered.

However, this female swordswoman in white was holding an oversized coffin and sword box in her hands, and her appearance was extraordinary and extraordinary.

"Xu Xiaoshou, right there."

No one said anything, Cheng Huan swallowed, stepped forward and clasped his fists respectfully, secretly sizing up this boss who was about the same age as his granddaughter.

Beibei leaned the sword box to his side, and a big crater was made on the ground.

"Are you Xu Xiaoshou?" Her big eyes sparkled with curiosity as she looked ahead at the illusive young figure.

The two elders smiled at Liu Fuyu, and the flowers came to the north to welcome me.

In the ranking of the Seven Swordsmen, the person in front of me was only one place lower than myself.

Of course, this is a result that has not yet been fought.

Behind the tea table, the cynical young man heard the sound and raised his eyes. This time, he finally made another move.

The expressions of hundreds of people in white clothes tensed up, and they saw Master Shou standing up behind the table, smiling slightly at Sword Immortal Beibei, putting down the tea cup in his hand and waving:

"Would you like a drink?"

He turned his hand over, and there were wine glasses and tea cups on the table for you to choose from.

Beibei's little face had a strange expression.

Apart from anything else, Xu Xiaoshou's appearance and his demeanor of not being afraid of the temple are truly amazing.

It could be seen that Xu Xiaoshou seemed to have something to say rather than discuss swords, so Beibei put down the sword case and walked to the tea table alone.

"Bei Jianxian, be careful!" Cheng Huan couldn't help but shout in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter."

Beibei just waved his hand and came to the table, finding nothing unusual around him.
To be continued...