You can ignore other names, but no one dares to ignore this key point.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal is not crucial..."

The man who took the lead in telling the story leaned on the counter of the tavern and shook his head, looking like he didn't understand. He sighed: "At the beginning of this war, the protagonist of this story has to be a man who can compete with the Seven Swordsmen.

Let’s talk about the innate junior who is fighting against each other.”

"ha?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The innate junior who can compete with the Seven Swordsmen?

"who?"

"Holy slave, Xu Xiaoshou!"

In front of the counter of the small wine pavilion, a large group of people suddenly gathered around. They were all very itchy and their curiosity was completely aroused.

"Come on, tell me, who is Saint Slave Xu Xiaoshou? I've only heard of Saint Slave Storyteller, and there is also a sleeveless...Xu Xiaoshou? Among the nine Saint Slaves, where does he rank?"

"Speaking of Xu Xiaoshou, his background is quite big..."

The old man who was leaning in front of the counter suddenly paused as he spoke, pointed to the empty seats in the tavern, and shouted: "Everyone, sit down and listen!"

"Sit here, mother, tell me quickly, this damn story ends here, believe it or not, I will stab you!" Someone was angry.

The old man laughed happily: "Order a plate of peanuts, order a jar of wine, and listen to a story. Isn't it delicious?"

Now everyone was startled and reacted.

"Old thief!"

"Damn, it turns out you are the store manager!"

"Fuck me, bring me a jar of wine and two kilograms of beef, and hurry up. It's best to continue with the holy statue of Saint Slave Xu Xiaoshou. Last time I heard someone tell me, half of the story was about what the hell happened next.

I didn’t dare to go and see it, I was so angry!”

"icon?"

"That's right! Just sit down and listen. That Saint Slave Xu Xiaoshou is amazing! With his innate cultivation, he could withstand the Red Dust Sword of the Seven Swords Immortal Rao Yaoyao. Damn, I heard it at that time...

"

"That's called a surge of heart, right?" someone corrected weakly.

"Shut up!"

"Oh, then you continue talking?"

Seeing that the group was being dragged away by a customer, the store owner quickly called the waiter to sit down and continued his story.

In the past few days, the magnificent story of "Saint Slave Xu Xiaoshou" alone has made the inns and taverns in the royal city a lot of money.

How can we let others take away our business now?

"Guests, sit down, let me tell you something completely clear. The story takes place in Nancheng District, which you think is the most run-down area. There is also the ruins of a tavern there. So, let me tell you about the Lingque Trade Fair!

"

The words just fell.

Outside the tavern, a group of blue-shirted swordsmen passed by.

"Elder brother, I seem to have heard someone saying...Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, I seem to have heard someone talking about Xu Xiaoshou, is it the Xu Xiaoshou from Tiansang City?"

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Chapter completed!