"My little matchmaker, I have met Mr. Siren."

Mei Siren glanced at it and did not recognize this woman.

He turned around and glanced at Yang Xizhi, and out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the golden apricot in the matchmaker's hand, and he felt enlightened.

He personally doesn't like being photographed by things like missionary mirrors, which makes people feel uncomfortable and prevents them from relaxing.

But Xu Xiaoshou liked these things, and this girl was familiar with Xi Zhi, and he was not the protagonist in this battle, so Mei Siren closed the paper fan and moved it closer to him:

"Stand aside and watch the battle together."

Survived!

The matchmaker was overjoyed and thanked her profusely.

One look at the golden apricot picture, 15 million people!

I am afraid that not less than half of the palm apricot holders have been attracted to their own golden apricot preaching scene.

Even Feng Zhongzui has never been so hot, and now he's really getting involved - not only by Master Shou, but also by Mr. Si Ren.

The matchmaker didn't dare to wait, so she opened it and took a look and commented:

"Mr. Siren is too talkative."

"You have the spirit of a swordsman. In one word, matchmaker, your life is saved."

"Don't be stunned, matchmaker, ask Mr. Siren what he thinks. This is much better than the comments of Feng Zhongzui, the three-legged cat!"

"Yeah, what is the Sword Demon? The Three Ghosts of the Return of the Sword Demon?"

"Brothers, did you hear clearly just now? What Mr. Miren said was not 'come back from adversity', but 'come back and kill Xu'. Is the sword ghost so strong?"

It is easy to understand why Jinxing spectators were briefly attracted by the respected Mr. Siren.

But some people's perspectives, such as "Sword Demon", really gave the matchmaker a wake-up call.

"It seems like a great thing, but I've never heard of it..."

Matchmakers dare not make mistakes.

She had just been allowed to stand beside him for protection.

If you just chatter and ask questions, you will be like a mosquito, and I think Mr. Siren will be bored.

She has always been very patient, and she just stood there and stood still, knowing that soon she would have the answer to what she wanted to ask.

Sure enough, Yang Lao was silent for a while. After seeing nothing strange, he simply stopped paying attention to the matchmaker and returned to the previous topic:

"The sword ghost has very high aspirations, but I remember that when Hua Jianxian studied this method by himself, he could only scratch the surface. How does Siren brother know about his sword ghost's entry into the realm?"

Mei Siren shook his head: "Understanding is beyond the realm of possibility. He has been trapped under a screen for thirty years. You have never seen him, and neither have I."

"That?"

"Xizhi, you have to know that Chang Deng's talent and accomplishments in ghost swordsmanship are better than those of the Eight Masters. Over the years, I have achieved success in the Eight Masters of Swordsmanship. Chang Deng has been practicing swordsmanship for thirty years. How can you make no progress at all?"

Sword me? Sword ghost?

The matchmaker was confused after hearing this. She thought that there were tens of millions of people coming to Jinxing, so they should be as confused as she was.

Seeing that Mr. Yang was deep in thought and speechless, and Mr. Siren was also a kind man, she couldn't help it anymore and asked:

"Mr. Siren, my little girl has also practiced some ancient swordsmanship with Yang Lao, but at the most, she has only heard of the name of Jian Nian. She has never heard of this... Jian Wo, Sword Demon?"

Meiyang looked at each other and smiled lowly.

Mei Siren folded his paper fan and gestured, and Yang Xizhi shook his head: "I can't explain it. Some Xingzi are interested in this girl. Maybe you can explain it to them."

The palm apricots made by Xu Xiaoshou were called apricots by those watching the battle. They were all invested in spiritual crystals for the construction of the apricot world... Meisi people said:

"higher."

What?

The matchmaker didn't react for a while.

Is Jian Wo, Sword Demon, a higher grade than Jian Nian, Ming?

"Mr. Siren, if you say so, the matchmaker is too curious..."

Mei Si laughed, guessing that for those who could afford the golden apricots, no matter how no one watched, the number of apricots watching must be several hundred, right?

He stopped being pretentious and explained to the invisible hundreds of people:

"On top of the sword thought, I can be the sword."

"At that time, after the Battle of the Ten Seats, the Eight Masters, Lei Han, punished the gods and created the second generation of the Divine Mind, also known as the Sword Mind."

"Hua Changdeng has not fully cultivated the Divine Mind, but he has learned the way of the 'Sword Demon' after experiencing the God Punishment Tribulation and the Sword Mind."

Mei Si narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was admiration in his words: "If you think about it, Chang Deng is the first person to get out of the 'cage' of ancient swordsmanship."

Is there anything like this?

The matchmaker was full of curiosity: "But didn't Sword Nian precede the 'Sword Ghost'?"

Mei Siren nodded, then shook his head: "Sword Thought preceded Sword Demon, but Sword Thought is still pure Divine Thought in essence, but it is slightly mixed with the understanding of ancient swordsmanship... Sword Demon, however, is the detachment of ancient swordsmanship."

After a pause, he seemed to have thought of something interesting: "Do you know where the sword wounds on Ba Zunzhen's body came from?"

The matchmaker who seemed to be asking this question directly made tens of millions of viewers on the Jinxing screen excited.

The matchmaker's heart was pounding faster, and she tried to catch her, so she whispered: "I only know that it was the Eighth Sword Immortal who injured me, but the inside story..."

"Hahaha!"

The people of Meisi laughed.

He smiled so wildly that he didn't notice the change in the face of the old sheep next to him.

"Mr. Siren, do you know the inside story?" the matchmaker was curious.

People all have the desire to share.

Meisi is also a human being, and his desire to share is also very strong.

He didn't see Mr. Yang's eyes and shook the paper fan in his hand vigorously. Unexpectedly, he changed the fan and the words on it changed:

"Know a thing or two."

The matchmaker saw Mr. Yang's face and knew that there was a shocking secret. She didn't dare to ask any more questions and even suppressed her curious expression.

Never thought that Mei Si people folded their folding fans and thought that the number of people watching the battle was only a few hundred.

Hundreds of people cannot be praised by the public, and they cannot win gold.

Even if I tell the secrets of the Eight Masters today, they know the facts and want to spread them.

What kind of waves can the words of a hundred people stir up among the millions of people in the five realms?

How can Bazun Zun be a fussy person who cares about these trivial matters?

With his thoughts at this point, Mei Dazui started talking:

"The three ghosts of sword ghosts are divided into body ghosts, spirit ghosts, and mind ghosts. In terms of intention, they have broken away from the shackles of the swordsman Gulouying's swordsmanship, sword style, and kendo."

"But in the past, the eight masters knew that the injury on the finger was caused by the body ghost, so it could not be restored; the scar on the neck was hurt by the spirit ghost, so it could not be repaired; the sword energy on the body..."

"Meisi people!" Yang Xizhi finally couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted with a shout.

"What's the matter, Brother Yang?" Mei Si looked over without knowing why, and saw his old friend trembling with fear, holding a golden apricot in his hand.

He glanced at Jin Xing.

He glanced at the dumbfounded matchmaker again.

"Brother Si Ren, do you know how many people are watching the battle with Jin Xing?" Yang Xizhi glanced at the picture of Jin Xing in his hand, and his lips began to tremble.

Mei Siren's heart skipped a beat: "How much?"

Yang Xizhi had something to say, so he stretched out his hand tremblingly and raised a finger.

"one hundred?"

"No……"

"one thousand?"

"No……"

"How much is that? It can't be ten thousand, haha...huh?" Mei Siren's smile solidified.
Chapter completed!