Although the person named Xu was just an innate, Jiang Xian knew that according to Jiang Qi's inference, Xu De was the one who was making fun of himself.

What Jiang Xian really has to face is the real behind-the-scenes instigator who sits behind Xu Dechun.

Suspected to be too weak!

At this moment, Jiang Xian was a little suspicious. The person behind the scenes was at least too weak!

“How confident are you?” Jiang Xian asked thoughtfully.

“Seventy percent.” Jiang Qi replied.

Although it is only 70%, Jiang Xian knows that in Jiang Qi's world, there is no 100%.

 The probability of 70%, for others, is basically 99%, a certainty.

 Even if there are any variables, they are just minor errors caused by insufficient information.

 The overall situation has been decided!

 Xu De choked, the chess piece of the Holy Slave cannot escape!

“If you make such a guess, you have directly changed our opponent to one of the most terrifying organizations in the world.” Jiang Xian put down the information book, only to feel that one was bigger than the other, and he sighed helplessly.

 “It’s just a guess, and I will make mistakes.”

 Jiang Qi took a step back and returned to Jiang Si.

 Her mission is completed, she will not say more, and will only continue to be her shadow.

 Speculation...Jiang Xian's thoughts were far away.

He frowned, thinking about what to do, and pulled up a chair. After removing the legs from the chair, he sat down, and then ordered Jiang Si: "Send a summons to this family and tell them about this matter."

, I’d like to ask you again if you want to continue completing any tasks... eh?"

 After saying this, Jiang Xian suddenly stopped, and his heart suddenly tightened.

 He realized something was wrong.

foot?

If I remember correctly, when he pulled up the chair just now, he moved one foot?

 At this moment, Jiang Xian's body was covered in cold sweat, and Jiang Xian's scalp suddenly became numb.

There are only three of them in the room.

 Jiang Temple, Jiang Qi is right in front of you.

Whose foot is this?

Suppressing the urge to turn back, Jiang Xian immediately stood up and rushed behind the two throne guards.

At the same time, Jiang Si and Jiang Qi seemed to realize that something was wrong at the same time. They suddenly took a step forward, protected Jiang Xian behind him, and instantly drew their swords towards the side of the seat.

The melodious sound of the sword echoed in the slightly dim room.

  Subsequently.

 “Pah, pah, pah.”

There was a clear and calm sound of applause from the side of the table and chairs. The sound was neither fast nor slow, which further reflected the infinite tension in the hearts of the three Jiangs.

"who?!"

 Jiang Si shouted angrily.

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 A boo sounded.

It was only then that San Jiang, who had returned from his soul, finally saw clearly the dark figure sitting calmly on the chair.

He seemed to be completely integrated into this world. Like the bed, wardrobe, chair, etc., he seemed to be where he should be.

If you can’t see it with the naked eye, you won’t notice something is wrong.

I’m afraid that no one would notice anything wrong at the first moment when the mind is in a trance even if the spiritual thoughts are swept like this.

 This is a figure covered in black clothes, even the mask and gloves are black.

The only exposed eyes were dim and turbid, as if a twilight person had already half-stepped into the coffin.

 But the three Jiangs were convinced at the same time that this was absolutely impossible!

How could an ordinary person hide so well that not even the throne knew where he appeared in this room?

 The key is, this figure, this outfit...

If it had been discovered early, Jiang Xian wouldn't have known anything was wrong.

 But when Jiang Qi came out after giving the information book, wasn't it obvious that it was what was shown on the first page of the information book, the appearance of the first Saint Slave and the Eighth Sword Immortal?

 “Bazun, come to my house?”

Jiang Xian’s mentality is crazy!

A moment ago, he wanted to instruct Jiang Si to send a message to the clan. If he really wanted to fight against the Holy Slave, he would have to send at least one Taixu and several Dao Killers to come over. It would be better to have a Half-Saint paying attention at all times.

 The next second, the leader of the Saint Slave appeared directly in the house...

 “What is this all about?!”

Jiang Xian just missed exploding on the spot. The foot he moved just a moment ago may be the source of all his nightmares in the future!

"you you you……"

 Incoherent Jiang Xian kept saying "you" for a long time, but still couldn't say a word for a long time.

 No matter how strong his mentality is, it is still compared to his peers.

 In the face of the absolute myth, after all, he is just an ant with a small status.

 The key point is that the other party is not afraid of his identity at all.

The Eighth Sword Immortal, that is a man who even dares to face hard steel in the Holy Temple!

Jiang Xian was speechless. Jiang Si was still looking at the figure on the first page of the information book on the table, but Jiang Qi recovered from the panic immediately.

 “The Eighth Sword Immortal?”

There was a thud, and the heartbeats of all three gingers stopped.

It's okay not to say this title. As soon as these four words came out, even the breathing in the room stopped, and Jiang Qi's was no exception.

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 The figure sitting on the chair still had a finger raised and hissed to his lips to signal not to panic.

 Jiang Qi was keenly aware of a tiny detail.

 When ordinary people boo, they must bend their fingers.

But for this man in black robe and mask, his hissing hand, the thumb in the black glove on his hand, was straight and straight without any wrinkles. It seems that he usually moves like this.

He lowered his eyebrows again and saw that the other hand of the man in black robe also had the thumb on the glove straight and without any creases.

 Eight fingers……
Chapter completed!