"I don't know if he noticed this or not, but as long as I can see any flaws, I will use the guiding power of the Holy Emperor's will to guide them away."

"Of course, you won't be able to notice it."

After Mei Yiren heard this, she took a deep breath and glared at the young man, "You are so thoughtful!"

"You are afraid of death. Speaking of which, you are so powerful. With that sword of wisdom, you emptied the will of even the strongest semi-holy divine envoy. It is breathtaking." Bazunzun praised sincerely.

"The 'people' don't include you!" Even after saying this, Mei Jiren turned from staring into a smile, raising her chin and shaking the fan much faster:

Easy to talk about.

The two of them were talking like this while passing by Situ Yongren, but they were still communicating as if they were blind and didn't see anyone:

"I have been wondering before, how could you let Xu Xiaoshou alone in such a holy war... If there is an accident, he will die immediately!"

"How could I possibly do that? The Forest of Miracles is protected by you. If you go to the Sin Palace and change the water ghost to protect it, Xu Xiaoshou will not die no matter how much he wanders. I still dislike him for being too restrained this time!"

"Restrain?" Mei Jiren raised her eyes to the sky, as if she saw the entire dilapidated Void Island, "If this continues, the Void Island will be gone."

"Didn't I remind him once? He understands that it needs to be serious."

"Oh, you young people still dare to play, but does Xu Xiaoshou know these arrangements of yours?" "Of course I didn't know before..."

"Then when he fights, he still has to rely on himself. How panicked should he be?" Mei Jiren couldn't help but defend his student.

"If a young eagle protects you, how can it grow?" Ba Zun smiled knowingly, "Xu Xiaoshou is doing well now, isn't it? He is evolving very quickly."

"You are so relieved!"

"It doesn't matter to me whether he panics or not. Anyway, I'm always here and won't let anything happen to him."

The sound of communication goes from far to near, and then from near to far.

Situ Yongren watched the two people coming and leaving, his body trembling from the beginning to calming down in the end, as if he was completely heartbroken.

Reason told him not to move at this time, and it was better to just be a tree stump quietly.

After all, even the Meisi people and the Eight Masters didn't see me.

But that was the Sword Master, that was the Eighth Sword Immortal. How could they not have noticed him? Or... ignored him?

I am so humble, like an ant on the ground, ignored by others?

Xu Xiaoshou was so brilliant that he could even ride on the Demon Emperor's Black Dragon and be the leader of the situation?

Situ Yong felt sad and angry, and his eyes became firm.

As Mr. Yan said before: "People can die clearly, but they cannot live ambiguously."

Situ Yongren couldn't bear that he might be in a state of confusion, and the two people in front of him suddenly looked back and took away their heads with a sword.

He opened his mouth and made a sound:

"Senior, why don't you kill me?"

The sound of the rushing water stopped for a moment, and the two people in front stopped walking, stopped communicating, and looked back together.

At this moment, Situ Yongren's face turned pale and his liver was trembling.

Sword Saint Mei is here!

The Tenth Seat, the Eighth Sword Immortal, the Lord of the Black and White Dual Lines, the First Seat of the Saint Slave, the man behind the initiator of the Void Island situation, the Eight Lords are familiar with it!

Forget about the former, after all we have met.

Regarding the latter, Situ Yongren grew up listening to legends.

The Eight Masters in his impression were a monster with three heads and six arms, a green face and fangs, which was more terrifying than the real ghost beast.

But unexpectedly, it was until the Eight Masters looked at him from the front.

Everything in Situ Yongren's subjective memory was shattered.

He was just a swordsman who looked like a mortal, with yellow eyes and a mutilated body.

There was not only no sense of oppression in his eyes, but also a trace of confusion.

Ba Zunzun paused for a long time, as if he had finished recalling his whole life, and then he opened his mouth and said with a slight hesitation.

:

"Who are you?"

Situ Yong's body trembled as if struck by lightning.

really!

You really don't know me!

Ahhhh...well, but it's normal. It's the first time I've seen him. I'm not as dazzling as Xu Xiaoshou. How could Bazunzun notice me? Situ Yongren's thoughts were racing.

"He is the Taoist Palace Master's disciple, called Situ Yongren, and he is a young talent." Mei Siren explained.

"Oh, young talent..."

Bazun nodded his head, quickly turned around, waved his hands and left, "If you want to name me, you still need seven points of effort. Work hard, young man. I will try my best to remember your name."

Go, go?

Situ Yongren was dumbfounded, watching the tall figure leave firmly step by step. How could he just leave like that!

Everyone in Meisi has said that I am Dao Qiongang’s disciple!

Doesn't he care at all about the words "Master of the Dao Palace"?

Moreover, this tone...

Situ Yongren couldn't get angry even if he wanted to.

Regardless of his words, expression, or tone, Bazunzhen is just an elder standing in the highest position, encouraging a junior.

This has nothing to do with identity or anything else.

But, it shouldn’t develop like this!

Thinking deeply, Situ Yongren was inexplicably furious.

Isn't this a deeper kind of disregard? It's a more heart-wrenching disregard than ridicule, abuse, and killing!

Situ Yongren followed half a step forward and shouted angrily: "Senior, why don't you kill me!"

The Eight Masters kept their pace and turned around inexplicably. Finally, without answering, they looked at Mei Siren, "What's going on with him..."

Of course Mei Jiren knew what was going on.

But people like Bazun Shu will never understand how hurtful his ignorance is, so there is no need to say more.

Mei Jiren just shook out her fan with an indifferent expression, and didn't know when she changed it: It's hard to say, it's hard to say.

"You deserve to die?" Ba Zunzhen finally looked squarely at the man.

"Shouldn't I die?" Situ Yongren's lips were trembling.

"You didn't draw a sword at me, and you didn't say anything rude, so why should I kill you?"

"But our positions are different..."

"Just because of different positions?"

"Well, Mr. Yan, Sword Saint Rao, and Senior No. 2, they all took action against Xu Xiaoshou..."

"They are them, I am the Eight Masters."

"…"

Situ Yongren was quiet.

His cognition was refreshed once again, and he realized why there is a legend in the world of "eight gods one foot high in the sky".

Not only his strength, but also the person Bazun Shu knew was not in the mortal world at all.

He is too tall!

Above the clouds!

What he said just now was indeed ignored, but not ignored.

In his understanding, there is no such thing as taking the initiative to attack the weak, so why ignore it? And why not ignore it?

Situ Yong prepared a series of ways to die for himself, and then even thought of a reverse way to survive.

Finally he discovered...

His capacity is limited to the measurable broken tree at his feet, but Bazunzun's mind is broader than the sky of this Void Island.

"Even my ideological realm has been crushed?"

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Chapter completed!