"No need!"

The water ghost could guess a thing or two about Xu Xiaoshou's dirty thoughts without even listening.

He has no habit of joining anyone or working hard for anyone.

He only has one name in the Holy Slave, so why would he settle for the second best and abandon the Eight Masters to choose Xu Xiaoshou?

"It's my business to talk or not, and it's your business to listen or not."

Xu Xiaoshou was obviously indifferent, so he said to himself: "Let's cooperate - the first floor in the sky and you personally. You don't have to look at his eyes anymore."

Xu Xiaoshou said and glanced at Bazun.

The latter's expression was calm, without even a trace of surprise. He had obviously expected that someone would speak arrogantly.

Xiao Kongtong and Zhu Yiyi have already come closer.

Even Mei Jiren took the initiative to get closer, listened to the three people's conversation, and was moved by this straightforward statement.

too direct.

Not even the slightest bit of tact.

Once your wings are strong, do you want to start your own business?

Zhu Yiyi's eyes were full of expectation.

Xiao Kongtong frowned secretly, his mind elsewhere.

Mei Jiren was indifferent, his presence was the best lubricant, and Shengnu and the First Floor of Heaven did not dare to break up.

"Poaching in person?"

The water ghost had a funny look on his face. After waiting for a while, seeing that Bazun Shu didn't say anything, he said:

"Even if I quit the Holy Slave now, I will still be one in the eyes of the outside world. After this battle, the Holy Slave and I will be indistinguishable from each other."

"So, even if I leave, I will still have contact with you in the future. As for your first floor in the sky, is there anything that can attract me?"

Xu Xiaoshou nodded: "Yes, your Crystal Palace is still with me!"

The water ghost's face changed at every turn, and suddenly became gloomy.

He thought of the pain of multiple explosions. Xu Xiaoshou had fucked him several times without knowing it. Now he still dared not to open any pot?

"Received glare, passive value, +1."

"Haha, just kidding... Look, if he doesn't object, he just acquiesces." Xu Xiaoshou pointed to Bazun Zun, who had a confused expression on his face.

"What do you think?" The water ghost looked at him in the same way.

Xu Xiaoshou did not give Ba Zunzhen a chance to speak:

"He said that he will not restrict my freedom and I can separate at any time. Now is the best time."

"The first building in the sky grows with the big tree of Saint Slave, but is independent from it, and can bring a lot of help."

"For example, do you know how to use the angle?"

Xu Xiaoshou made some gestures, and when he saw that the expressions of these two dirty men became playful, he sighed, put down his intention to explain, and went straight to the point:

"I will soon be able to win over the main war faction from Xuyue Gray Palace to form an alliance, so it is not impossible to make good friends with the conservative faction. Greedy God is in my hands."

He caught a little fat cat.

Lei Xi'er glared at him dissatisfied, could Greedy God even take advantage of him?

But the exploit was obviously very successful.

As soon as these words came out, Water Ghost and Bazun looked at each other in confusion.

Xu Xiaoshou has already hooked up with the main war faction of Xuyue Gray Palace?

Starting from the Lord of the White Stomach Palace, unifying the dark forces in the Southern Region and the Eastern Region and forming the alliance of power and influence that Xu Xiaoshou mentioned is something that the Eight Masters have been secretly promoting.

For this reason, Ban Yue Ju helped Xu Yue Huigong a lot and almost used up all the toilet paper in stock.

But the Lord of the White Stomach Palace is moody and never gives accurate information, just procrastinating.

Of course Ba Zunzhen knew that the Holy Slave was strong and he was strong, and everyone was afraid of being used as a spearman, so Baiwei's choice was understandable.

So he was about to give up and began to plan the feasibility of "the overlord forced his bow".

But if it is the first floor in the sky...

Almost all of the people present were smart, and most of them soon understood the weight of Xu Xiaoshou's words.

"Besides, in terms of high-level combat capabilities, I still have my dear teacher." Xu Xiaoshou placed more bets and said, pulling Mr. Jiren over.

Mei Jiren twisted around and struggled symbolically, and then heard his good disciple's eyes filled with stars, and he spoke as if he was taking credit:

"Teacher, I learned from you!

Prajna, who can kill a saint with one sword, isn't he handsome?"

The old sword master couldn't hold himself any longer.

He held it in for a long time and never talked about it.

On the Void Island, he cleared away the No. 2 Sacred Thought with one strike. On the back foot, Xu Xiaoshou used this move to kill Rao Yaoyao.

If a student is practicing swordsmanship in this way, as a teacher, how can he not be proud of himself?

At that moment, everyone looked at me with a little respect.

Mei Jiren cleared her throat, raised her head slightly, rolled her sleeves calmly, remained silent, and only shook out the paper fan in her hand.

Everyone's eyes moved in unison:

"It's easy to talk about."

It's so coquettish...Xu Xiaoshou took advantage of the situation and shook the teacher's arm:

"But there are still a lot of swordsmanship that I haven't learned yet. I have to ask you for advice. Can you stay on the first floor of the sky in the future?"

The smile on Mei Jiren's face froze, and her hand movements stopped.

Xu Xiaoshou grabbed it with both hands, and the force was so strong that Meiji couldn't even shake his hands, let alone change the fan.

He looked down at the fan in surprise, and said with an overjoyed expression: "Easy to say, easy to say...Teacher, have you agreed? That's great. Finally, someone can make the decision for me."

Only then did Mei Ji open his mouth, but he hadn't spoken yet.

Xu Xiaoshou's expression turned faster than flipping through a book, and he sighed in sorrow. He wiped away some thick and disgusting transparent liquid squeezed out with changes in his nose and tears:

"I wish I had bumps and bumps along the way..."

"I walked out of the Spiritual Palace and was trapped in a white cave. When I came back to the Eighth Palace, I relied on Old Man Sang to block arrows for me to stand in for me."

"But I survived, but he entered the Dead Sea!"

"Wow! It hurts! A child without a teacher is like a piece of grass. I was exploited from the Yunlun Mountains to Void Island, and I didn't even dare to resist..."

The corners of Ba Zun's lips twitched.

"so far so good!"

Xu Xiaoshou grabbed Mei Jiren's arm heavily and rubbed it twice vaguely:

"It's not bad!"

"Fortunately, I met you, sir. Now someone can make the decision for me and redress my grievances!"

Everyone: "..."

"Being despised, passive value, +4."

"Being cursed, passive value, +1."

Lei Xi'er turned her head to the side.

Oh, thanks to a pair of magical children, I didn’t have the eyes to see!

Her ears turned red when she heard it, and she didn't know how Xu Xiaoshou could say this.

Only Mei Jiren listened and shook his head sadly, "You kid, you have indeed suffered a lot."

"So you really agree not to leave?" Xu Xiaoshou is too direct. He knows that his play can move him. Who can't see it?

"I agree." Mei Jiren smiled and tapped Xu Xiaoshou's head with a folding fan.

He is not really doting, he also has his own thoughts.

Now that you are in the game, you can help anyone you help.

The Saint Slave position is full and the system is taking shape.

As an old-timer, he would not be able to fit in with the atmosphere of those young people. On the contrary, he would be very embarrassed.

Where does it rank?

Others will not pay attention to these things, but there will always be people who will; he will not think about them, but there will always be people who will.

As people grow older, Meiji has already figured out the consequences of joining the Holy Slaves.
To be continued...