The storyteller looked confused, it was obviously just his Wen Ming.

Cenchofu sighed and showed an expression that was indeed true.

The masked man felt excited when he heard it. He was suddenly startled, and then he reacted with a straight expression on his face: "Now that we're talking about this, you're still playing tricks on me, right?"

"What?"

Xu Xiaoshou's passion was extinguished on the spot.

"Xu Xiaoshou?" the masked man asked back, "You want to fool me? Does this count? You swear to me with Wen Ming!"

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

"My real name is Xu..."

"Wen Ming!"

"oh."

Xu Xiaoshou was speechless and said sadly: "Holy slave, I heard that I chose to join..."

"Yeah, yeah."

The masked man nodded with satisfaction, pressed the shoulder of the young man in front of him, and said: "Your token belongs to me. Keep it for now. I will engrave one for you later when I am free."

"Theoretically speaking, I still have some connections on the mainland."

"Although I don't know what enemies you will encounter in the future, if there is something that cannot be solved, you can also try to take out the token. Maybe the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the opponent may choose to let you go."

"Is that so?" Xu Xiaoshou's eyes lit up and he asked, "What about meeting red and white clothes?"

"I advise you not to."

Cenqiaofu silently finished the attack from behind: "You should find an opportunity to destroy it. If you take it out, your death will only be worse."

The masked man Yile said: "Yes, it depends on the situation when taking out the token."

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

this.

So what's the use of this token?

Seeing the sudden disgusted expression of the young man in front of him, the masked man added: "But if it's really a fatal situation, you can give it a try."

"One will die more miserably, and the other may be able to escape. There is a little more hope, isn't it?"

"Yes." Xu Xiaoshou shook his head and silently put the token away.

"Then, you are welcome to join."

The masked man let go of his hand, feeling as if he had accomplished something important. He turned to look at the storyteller and said, "Let me introduce you."

Xu Xiaoshou also turned his head and looked.

He knew that the other party was probably going to introduce him to the internal situation of Saint Slave.

The storyteller pouted, but did not refuse.

"There are a total of ten saint slaves, each representing the ten most powerful people. They are scattered across the continent, each performing different tasks."

"He is ranked seventh, that is, the seventh in command of the Holy Slave."

The storyteller pointed to the masked man and said: "This is the leader of the Holy Slaves. As you know, he is ranked number one. He created the Holy Slaves organization with his own hands."

The masked man's eyes were slightly closed, and he straightened his chest slightly.

The storyteller pointed at Cenchov again, and the latter stood up straight and became more erect.

"This old man...the fourth in command of the Holy Slave is just a bit older, nothing special."

Cenqiaofu's face immediately darkened, "storyteller, what do you mean?"

"That's what I mean, you just came in earlier than me, it's no big deal."

The storyteller curled his lips: "If I can survive you for so many years, my strength must be more than what I am now."

"you!"

Cenjov drew out his hatchet.

"Hey, there are newcomers here." The masked man glared at him, and then Cenjov put down his hand with a look of disdain.

Xu Xiaoshou was so excited after hearing this.

"fourth?"

"The fourth one is too empty. Then the one in front..."

He suddenly thought of Mr. Sang, "By the way, the second in command of the Holy Slave?"

"That is your master."

The storyteller took over and said: "He is ranked second. He is also senior. He has known his brother for a long time."

"Where's the strength?"

Xu Xiaoshou felt that something was wrong with the strength of this organization.

The fourth is Taixu.

Then shouldn't the top three be stronger?

But when Mr. Sang saw him for the first time, he felt that he was only as powerful as the throne!

Even Zhan Dao said it a bit vainly.

"Strength..."

The storyteller frowned: "It's hard to say this. We haven't seen each of these guys for a long time, and their strength is basically fluctuating."

"Some have gone up, and some have fallen due to injuries. It's very unstable."

"But you only need to know that your master was more than ten years ago... more than ten years ago, right?"

The storyteller looked back at the masked man and saw that he was confused, so he thought to himself: "Anyway, it was either more than ten years ago, or decades ago."

"He can already fight against Gou Wuyue!"

this……

Although Xu Xiaoshou already had some confidence in his heart, he was still shocked when Old Man Sang's true strength was recognized by a strong man in the world.

Gou Wuyue is one of the Seven Sword Immortals.

Sword Immortal is the peak of combat power in Taixu.

Old man Sang had already reached this level more than ten years ago?

Then he is in Tiansang Ling Palace...

"he got hurt."

The storyteller knew what Wen Ming was thinking, and said: "Even if you can hurt Gou Wuyue in a battle, the power of the sword immortal is not so easy to withstand."

"After that battle, he directly lost the Saint Slave's largest stronghold in the Central Region, and even his strength almost fell below the throne."

"Fortunately, I returned to the Eastern Region, a place of prosperity, and seemed to have found a medicine that could restore my realm. It has gradually improved over the years."

"I see..." Xu Xiaoshou nodded and asked, "What about the others?"

He glanced at Cenqiaofu secretly: "If the fourth one is too weak, who is the third one, and the strength of the others..."

"I won't go into details about this."

The masked man interrupted: "Anyway, you just need to know that the top ten saint slaves are not made of Xumu. They are real things."

"Every time a top position is placed in a certain place, a great turmoil will occur in that position, in order to achieve the ultimate goal."

"As for whether we are afraid of other people..."

The masked man paused for a moment, seemed to be thinking, and said for a long time: "Let's put it this way, including the Storyteller who is about to break through, almost all of the top ten Saint Slaves are about to lose their temper."

"Angry?" Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled.

"Um."

The masked man nodded: "The power of Taixu."

"hiss."

This time Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

Ten, ten too virtual?

"This is just the power on the surface."

The masked man smiled and said: "Secretly, there are many people who have not been contacted, but they are all consistent with our ultimate goal."

"They are waiting, and so are we."

"When a suitable opportunity comes, I estimate that we will be able to completely break through the prison of this world."

Xu Xiaoshou was secretly stunned, but he couldn't help but also had questions: "What is the ultimate goal?"
To be continued...