But the eight young men are familiar with the legend of overwhelming the whole generation, and they are like thunder in their ears.

Of course, Xiao Wanfeng was not able to dominate the entire generation. He managed to kill one tenth of the Eight Masters, but what about himself?

"What fraction of the Eight Masters am I?"

One percent?

thousandth?

One in ten thousand?

Cheng Xie wanted to cross the dividing line, his feet felt like lead, and he tried to raise his head and eyes to look at Xiao Wanfeng, as if he were riding a ghost.

His body was hunched over, almost crushed into a giant shrimp.

Not everyone can speak freely when faced with the name of "Eighth Sword Immortal", not everyone has a sword burial mound, Shenyue Immortal City, Southern Territory Feng Family and other backgrounds, and not everyone is a newborn calf.

Don't know what it is called.

A normal ancient sword cultivator, fanatical pursuit of the Eighth Sword Immortal.

After the genius ancient sword cultivator heard the name of the Eighth Sword Immortal, he either chose to fight to the death or avoid it for fear of avoiding it.

Cheng Xie even suffered from decades of pressure from Shengnu Jijian.

Of course he is also a genius, otherwise how could he be recognized by the Hidden Blade Twin Needles?

But he, Cheng Xie, is eighty-eight years old this year, and Haoshibushi happened to be able to grow up to this day with the overwhelming legend of the "Eighth Sword Immortal" at his peak.

Genius is just the threshold for meeting him.

After seeing clearly the tip of the iceberg of the Eighth Sword Immortal, I understand even more how vast the vast ocean is...

The more people know, the greater the pressure.

So even though the young man in front of him was only as familiar as the Eight Lords, he, Cheng Xie, was already panicking.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

This is convenient for Cheng Xie when he is in a difficult situation and is in a dilemma.

Outside the battlefield around the dead-silent wine shop, there was a strange and out-of-place sound, accompanied by the sound of laughter that was unabashedly complimentary:

"Ten years of hiding a sword, and searching for a nameless one all over the world."

"When I wake up to the rainbow that day, the ghosts are also scared."

"Okay! Okay! Okay! What a Xiao Wanfeng. There is no talent in the Sword Tomb, and the Feng Family City is useless. You are the only rogue, with amazing skills and stunning beauty!"

who?

Everyone is waiting for Xiao Wanfeng to fight Cheng Xie.

They were all waiting to see if Cheng Xie would take the initiative to speak, or if Xiao Wanfeng would take the initiative to draw his sword.

At this time, even the atmosphere is not dared to come out. Which insect is so rampant, dares to make such a big noise in the rear, and even despise the Sword Burial Tomb and the Feng Family of the Southern Territory?

brush!

Crowd diversion.

Everyone looked towards where the noise came from.

Cheng Xie had to relieve his urgent need. Now that he was relieved of his embarrassment, he wished he could be grateful to the savior. No matter what kind of arrogant person he was?

But when he looked along the path where the crowd separated, by coincidence, he met the eyes of the "savior".

Bang!

Cheng Xie's knees weakened and he fell to the ground on the spot.

Stars even appeared in front of his eyes, and his mind was full of disbelief:

"Eight, eight acquaintances?"

People around the wine shop were also shocked.

At first, I didn't realize why Cheng Xie had such a big fight. After looking at the details, everyone held their heads and screamed:

"Fuck! Eight Masters?"

"Brother Zhao, am I dazzled? He has eight fingers, right? Is that a sword scar on his neck?"

"Oh my God! Ah? No, isn't the Eighth Sword Immortal in Lingyu Mountain? Why are you here?"

"What the hell, are there eight living acquaintances? I finally saw them. Go back and brag to my son!"

"This is the first seat of the Saint Slave!"

"..."

How about not talking about the people from the Central Region, but the people from the Eastern Region have no experience?

There were also many people from the Southern Region present, and they could not count the eight acquaintances they saw every day.

The first reaction at the moment was naturally not that I saw the real thing, but that I saw a fake.

But, then again.

The Fourth Son's Sword Tomb is located here. Feng Tingchen, the head of the Feng Family in the Southern Territory, many people noticed his presence at the scene.

It’s just a fake, how dare you be so crazy?

As soon as you come up, you challenge the rightful masters of all the forces. Are you not afraid to fight against the famous sword holders?

"Fake, right? These damn eight masters know me well. I see ten of them in one day and chop eight of them. The remaining two are all practitioners of escape arts. They can slip away very fast with oil on their soles!"

It wasn't until someone from the Southern Territory screamed out in shock that Cheng Xie woke up from a dream and realized that he had gone so far as to make the Cheng family lose all face.

He stood up in a hurry, his face turned red, and he was about to speak when he looked at the fake Bazun Shu.

"Want to fight?"

The fake actually spoke first, his words full of provocation.

Xiao Wanfeng holds Xuan Cang in his hand. Due to Xuan Cang's sharp edge, I, Cheng Xie, don't want to fight. How come you can't fight when you don't know where the corner of the Southern Territory comes from?

Cheng Xie just opened his mouth.

The guy who resisted the sack, Bazunxu, spoke again, choking him uncomfortably: "I can't bully the minority with more people. After all, I am only one person, but bullying the weak with strength..."

As he spoke, he raised the corners of his lips and spread out a hand with only four fingers: "It's always been like this, isn't it?"

So crazy!

Isn't this the same as saying, I am invincible, you can do whatever you want?

"Weird..."

Feng Tingchen didn't have a close relationship with Bazun, they only met each other a few times. He felt something was strange, but he couldn't explain it.

Are you saying he is a fake?

Very strong!

Feng Tingchen could intuitively feel that his sword intent was deeply hidden and restrained, and his strength was probably not weaker than anyone present.

But do you think he is the real thing?

Feng Tingchen couldn't make any comments, so he turned to look at the person beside him.

This man was of the same age as Bazun, and had a close friendship with him.

Gou Wuyue was very straightforward: "Ba Zun's mouth is not so broken."

Cheng Xie gave the opponent a sharp word with a gun and a stick, which made him blush again and again.

He didn't want to say anything more. There was war in his eyes and he asked sharply: "Ancient sword cultivator?"

The sloppy uncle carrying the sack was amused: "My name is Bazun Shu, and I am not even an ancient sword cultivator. Who among you here dares to claim to be an ancient sword cultivator?"

He looked at Xiao Wanfeng: "You dare?"

He looked at Tears: "You dare?"

He saw Gou Wuyue and Feng Tingchen again, selectively skipped them, quickly looked back at Qing Duo and said, "You dare?"

Cheng Xie was even more certain that this was a fake, but he still asked one more question: "What kind of cultivation level?"

"Unfortunately, I also have the throne of swordsmanship." Uncle Sack's momentum became more powerful, and he was on the same level as Xiao Wanfeng.

Cheng Xie suddenly calmed down.

Immediately, he became furious: "You should be punished for blaspheming your honorable name!"

"It's just you?" The eight nobles in the sack raised their eyebrows, "Do you know why I haven't been to your Cheng family for thirty years?"

Cheng Xie was slightly startled and didn't know why.

Everyone around him also stared.

True and false, false and true, this Eight Masters is quite interesting. It seems that they can also say something?

Bazun weighed the sack on his shoulder, shook his head and said in disappointment:
To be continued...