It cannot be said that it is a stimulus, but it will help him move forward and enter that realm.

And with Wen Ting's familiar friendship with Bazun, will he sit back and watch Hua Changdeng hurt his former friend again?

"pity."

Dao Qiongcang showed a disappointed expression, "It's no good."

He turned his head and glanced at Hua Changdeng one last time.

"You really don't want to go out for a walk?"

"Buzz——"

Before Hua Changdeng could speak, the famous sword-hunting ghost trembled spiritually, seeming to have already given the answer.

"Quiet."

Hua Changdeng glanced away coldly, and the hunting ghost immediately returned to silence.

"think."

Hua Changdeng said one word carefully, then hummed, his voice a little softer, "But not now."

"oh."

Dao Qiongcang waved his sleeves and was about to close the light curtain and leave.

"etc."

Hua Changdeng suddenly stopped.

"how?"

Dao Qiongcang looked around, only to see the man sleeping on the ground, his eyes widening at some point, staring at an inconspicuous figure on the light screen.

"Who is he?" Hua Changdeng asked.

Dao Qiongcang took a closer look and realized why the Huachang Lantern Club paid special attention to this young man with a Chinese character and a beard.

"There are four swords?"

"Who is he?" Hua Changdeng asked again.

"Forehead……"

Dao Qiongcang didn't know how to speak for a while. He thought about it twice before he said: "Wen Ming? Xu Xiaoshou? Xiao Shi Tanji?"

"I don't know, this person has many names, but..."

"The successor of the Eighth Sword Immortal?" Gou Wuyue stopped talking as she looked at the four swords.

"Xiao Shi Tanji...?"

Hua Changdeng took a deep look, as if to carve that figure into his memory, and then looked away.

Long hair, beard, square face...

very good.

I, Hua Changdeng, will remember you!

…

In the Eighth Palace.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

The rain seems to be getting heavier here.

This kind of "heavy" is not a metaphorical heaviness, but a real "heavy".

From the moment when the masked man broke away the dark clouds, to when the dark clouds gathered.

Back and forth, it only takes half a stick of incense.

And when the rain started to fall again, the raindrops that should have been cut into powder in the field of "light rhythm" were falling, and suddenly they were not afraid of the light.

This rain seems to have lost surface tension.

Even if they were really cut apart by a certain ray of light during the fall, they would be glued back together the next moment they left the light.

From heaven to earth.

Yu's life ends.

But when it hit the ground, it made a deep hole.

"Dong dong dong..."

The rain was inexplicably worse.

It has become like a dull drum sound, and the ground has begun to become bumpy.

Every drop of raindrop seemed to stir up the heartbeats of dozens of people in the audience in this lifeless scene.

"Ah sneeze!"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but want to sneeze, so he immediately transformed into a disappearing state to solve the problem. Then he adjusted his comfortable posture, returned to hiding behind the masked man, and then appeared.

so close……

In this completely stiff atmosphere, he felt as if he had caught a cold and couldn't even control his urge to sneeze.

But on a normal day, such a sudden sound would definitely bring back hundreds or even thousands of passive points.

At this moment, the information column can only contribute this...

"Attention, passive value, +2."

"Are there only two people who noticed me..."

Xu Xiaoshou secretly thought that it was lucky that these men in white, red and gray were really shocked by what he just said.

"My name, Bazun knows it well!"

Even though he had made similar speculations before, when he actually heard this sentence with his own ears, Xu Xiaoshou's blood still began to boil.

It was only then that he could fully understand why Cen Qiaofu, the storyteller, and even Sang Lao and other peerless experts were willing to follow this man's footsteps.

It was not until this moment that he truly understood what the masked man meant when he said "Your road has long been broken" that day by the Ehu Lake in Tiansang Ling Palace.

"The Eight Masters..."

Xu Xiaoshou grunted.

He never thought that a person could be so domineering just by his name.

He secretly glanced at the others beside him.

But I saw that the storyteller had stars in his eyes, but even Cenchofu had an excited look on his face, which was completely devoid of any image.

"You don't know that he is the Eight Masters?" Xu Xiaoshou asked in a low voice.

In a rare moment, Cenjov replied.

"Guessed, but not confirmed."

After a pause, he added: "Confirm it personally!"

"oh."

Xu Xiaoshou nodded: "Then he said he is the Eight Masters, do you believe it?"

"?"

The stars in the storyteller's eyes disappeared instantly and turned into a sharp sword, slashing at Xu Xiaoshou viciously.

Xu Xiaoshou felt a chill running down his spine.

"Of course you have to believe this, I believe it too, I believe it to the letter, I believe it to the thief!"

"bling~"

The stars appear again.

Xu Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn it, is this the deterrent force from fans?

How terrible!

…

"Back off!"

Gou Wuyue, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up again.

This first sentence was not spoken to the so-called "Eight Masters", but to his subordinates.

brush!

Everyone in the audience, like springs that had been ready to go, suddenly jumped up and disappeared.

"Cenjov."
To be continued...