"Five times!" he said flatly again.

"Um."

The masked man smiled and nodded.

Xu Xiaoshou was about to collapse.

Not five times!

That means that out of these two times, only one was a real masked person?

My previous guess was that the sloppy uncle was the leader of the Saint Slave.

But the relationship between the Chief Saint Slave and Mr. Sang led to the sculpture man in Lingzang Pavilion who looked very similar to the sloppy uncle.

And if we only meet four times.

These two people cannot be the same person.

So, which one is the first saint slave?

No, it doesn't matter at all!

The important thing is...

Which one is the Eighth Sword Immortal?!

Xu Xiaoshou seriously doubted that the person who gave him the "Guan Sword Code" was the real leader of the Saint Slaves and the real eighth sword immortal.

But if he is.

The fact that the man from Lingzang Pavilion can appear in Lingzang Pavilion shows his relationship with Mr. Sang, and he looks so similar to the sloppy uncle, and they are not the same person...

how to explain?

And if the sloppy uncle is not a masked man, he is not the Eighth Sword Immortal either.

His "Guan Sword Code"...

And how could the Four Swordsmen be so crazy as to attack a person they have never met...

"I'm going to explode!"

Xu Xiaoshou's temples bulged, and he was about to faint.

As he was thinking about it, his eyes suddenly focused on the masked man, and Xu Xiaoshou felt as if several big rocks in his heart were shattered.

Stupid!

If the person is right in front of you, why don't you just ask directly?

"Who are you?"

Xu Xiaoshou abandoned all thoughts and got straight to the point.

The masked man didn't seem to be surprised at all why the other party asked such a wrong question, and only responded: "Holy Slave, first."

"So your surname is Shengnu, and your given name is the first one?" Xu Xiaoshou clenched his fists, a little nervous.

At this time, even the two people beside him all heard the implication of Xu Xiaoshou's words.

But something strange happened.

Storyteller and Cenqiaofu both took half a step back and looked at the masked man with expectant eyes.

The scene was quiet for several breaths.

"laugh."

The masked man chuckled softly, turning a blind eye to the burning gazes of the two people on one side. He only stared at Xu Xiaoshou and said, "Are you sure you want to ask me my name?"

"I……"

Xu Xiaoshou almost blurted out "I'm sure".

But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly couldn't say them out again.

yes!

Is it important?

Who is the first Saint Slave? Does it matter?

Even though I don't know everything, I can stay away from the center of the storm's vortex.

Now that I know everything now, I feel confused and helpless, as well as the irresistible force of external forces.

If only I knew a little more, even just a little bit...

Could this be the straw that breaks the camel's back?

In this world, there are some causes and effects, some mysteries, some indescribable things, and some people who are secretive, and they all have their reasons.

Is knowing too much really good for yourself?

Xu Xiaoshou asked himself.

"Name taboo..."

He didn't know what he was expecting.

It is a title that was deified by the world in the past.

Or will the other party blurt out a title that he has never heard in his life?

have no idea.

But just like the moment when a coin is tossed, when I am forced to make a decision, in fact, the gears of fate have already meshed.

Do you know?

Know it or not...

Is it important?

important!

But just because it was so important, Xu Xiaoshou felt that he couldn't bear it.

"Hold on."

Xu Xiaoshou covered his forehead with one hand and stretched out the other to stop the other party from continuing to speak, "Let me calm down..."

"You're scared."

The masked man was still smiling, "As an ancient sword cultivator, moving forward bravely is the right path that everyone should pursue. Now, a title has suppressed you."

"No, you are wrong."

Xu Xiaoshou denied it.

"The ancient sword cultivators who marched forward bravely, without exception, all failed, including..."

He paused, did not continue, and continued: "What the world thinks is not necessarily accurate."

"What's more, I'm not just an ancient sword cultivator."

Xu Xiaoshou said as he unclenched his fists, and the tense muscles throughout his body also relaxed.

"I am not interested at all in your title and what you saint slaves want to do."

"Even if I was accidentally involved before, it was only because Mr. Sang... your second-in-command of the Saint Slaves, got me involved without my knowledge."

"Now!"

Xu Xiaoshou became more and more excited as he spoke, but as soon as he broke his words, his momentum weakened.

"I just have a small request..."

"No." The masked man shook his head.

"Then please let me go. I'm not worthy. I can't participate in your plan...ah?" Xu Xiaoshou bowed halfway before he seemed to hear the masked man's words.

"cannot."

The two resounding words directly suppressed the young man deep underground and made him unable to stand up straight.

The screen became quiet again.

Everything is silent, leaving only the lonely sound of the world shattering, as if the unbreakable and unestablishable divine dawn is about to come.

The masked man raised his head, looked at the dying white cave world, and said: "The world is so big, but you come to me and stand beside me again and again. Isn't this fate?"

"It's destiny, where else do you want to go?"

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Chapter completed!