"Discussed, passive value, +2."

“Be worried, passive value, +3.”

“Being watched, passive value, +782.”

 Xu Xiaoshou followed the three bosses of Shengnu out of the space rift, and was almost frightened by the sudden number.

  “782?”

 At the same time, more than 700 people were watching me?

 Xu Xiaoshou felt that he had not seen such an amount of "attention" for a long time.

 In the past, the only things that could reach such numbers were group competitions or the huge crowds on the eve of the opening of the Eight Palaces.

but now……

"Perception" tried its best to scan, and Xu Xiaoshou could instantly judge that there were only sixty or seventy people in white clothes surrounding them.

So, where are the remaining 700 or so pairs of eyes hidden?

 For a moment, Xu Xiaoshou felt numb.

 “Hey, the formation is good!”

Cenjov jumped out of the crack in space, stood in the void, took out the small ax on his waist, and loosened his belt.

 The rain in the sky straightened up with his body, as if it was completely supported.

The aura of his whole body was rising steadily, and the aura of his slashing path also began to transform step by step, climbing up to that terrifying state little by little.

 “It’s really Taixu…”

Gou Wuyue murmured silently, her eyes moved away from the unconscious masked man on Cenqiaofu's back, and then fell on the young man behind them.

 Hong Kong face, beard, long hair...

 How do you see it, he doesn’t look like the person in the first-hand information sent by Yu Lingdi.

 And the words that Vigil had just said echoed in my ears again.

“Well, Xu Xiaoshou, if nine out of ten sentences are half true, then that’s enough. It’s best not to listen to the remaining half!”

Gou Wuyue laughed.

Sure enough, who has the deepest understanding of Xu Xiaoshou must be Shou Ye, who has personally dealt with him several times.

“Saint slave?” Gou Wuyue looked away and asked loudly.

 “Holy slave!” Cenchofu nodded and said in a deep voice.

 The voice of the famous sword Nulan suddenly trembled, as if a new chapter in the battle was about to begin.

Gou Wuyue clenched her fist tightly without lowering her head, but she could already feel the resentment of the famous sword.

 It seems that there is still a dispute between this sword and the visitor!

 The four swords in Xu Xiaoshou's hand also shook violently.

The sonorous sound instantly calmed down the oncoming awe-inspiring sword intent, and the void became pure again.

 “The patter of rain…”

 The rain falls again.

 The silent confrontation seemed to have started from the first time the two sides met.

 …

 “Where is Xu Xiaoshou?”

 On the other side, the housewarming eyes looked eagerly at the three people and a comatose corpse that jumped out of the crack... The first seat of the Holy Slave?

 He did not pay too much attention, but looked behind them.

 But after the four holy slaves appeared, the space cracks behind them began to be repaired.

 This also means that the White Cave Incident is completely over.

 Everything has turned upside down!

“But...where is Xu Xiaoshou?”

　　I can’t believe it when I move to a new house.

If this is the result, then Gou Wuyue cannot be found in the space where he is confined, and he cannot come out of the white cave...

 Xu Xiaoshou, where can I go?

he died?

 “That young man...”

Ye Xiaotian stared at the young man with Chinese characters and a beard, his eyelids drooped, and he seemed to be lost in thought.

"retreat."

After a while, with a move of his hand, he took a few people beside him and dodged to the far rear, away from the battlefield.

 “Ye Xiaotian!”

　　I immediately became anxious when I moved to a new house, "Xiao Shou is still here..."

 “Be calm and don’t be impatient.”

Ye Xiaotian stretched out his hand to stop the housewarming talk and said: "You guys go back first, I'll go and come back."

"wait……"

Qiqianzhi's eyes widened and he immediately wanted to stop him, but the white-haired Taoist boy disappeared in the blink of an eye.

 When he reappeared, he was already in the middle of the confrontation between Bai Yi and the Holy Slave.

"Gou Wuyue, before you start the war, you said that as long as I see the person I want to see, I can take him away directly." Ye Xiaotian first turned to look at Gou Wuyue and said.

Gou Wuyue stretched out her hand generously, as if she didn't care at all what the Lord of the Spiritual Palace would do next.

 He ​​was actually also very curious. The person from Tiansang Ling Palace that Ye Xiaotian wanted to take away would be the storyteller, Cen Qiaofu, the leader of the Holy Slave?

  Or, that Wen Ming who doesn’t look like Xu Xiaoshou?

 “Thank you.”

Ye Xiaotian nodded, then turned his attention to the young man with a Chinese character and a beard, and said calmly:

"I am the dean of the inner courtyard of Tiansang Ling Palace. I am here only to pick up the experienced disciples who have returned to the White Cave. All disciples of the inner courtyard of Tiansang Ling Palace can leave with me at this moment."

His eyes were intense, he paused, and then added: "Nod, that's all."

 After these words were finalized, everyone in the room could not help but focus on the young man.

 “Invited, passive value, +1.”

“Be worried, passive value, +4.”

“Being watched, passive value, +782.”

 Your Excellency, Mr. Dean...

 Xu Xiaoshou felt warm in his heart.

With just such a sentence, he could be sure that the dean was definitely not subdued by Bai Yi, nor was he using those little tricks to verify his identity.

Xu Xiaoshou never thought that after the thrilling battle in the White Cave.

 Outside, there are still people waiting for me.

 “It turns out that I am not fighting alone...”

 But, it’s too late!

 Xu Xiaoshou grinned.

 He has understood that his journey to this point has been destined since he was in the midfield of the "Struggle for Hegemony" in the outer courtyard and from the moment he met Mr. Sang.

 Mr. Dean, you are indeed a typical example of a man with a sharp mouth and a soft heart.

 But your appearance was more than one step late!

If Old Man Sang was not a holy slave, if he had not fed the seeds so early in advance, if...

 “Ahem.”

 Xu Xiaoshou coughed slightly, interrupting his random thoughts.

His face turned calm again, and he said calmly: "There are more seniors, but I, Tan Ji, am not a disciple of the inner courtyard of Tiansang Ling Palace. Perhaps you have recognized the wrong person."

  Tan Ji?

 Ye Xiaotian's heart tightened, this familiar tone...

 He was immediately convinced that this person was definitely Xu Xiaoshou!

Fang wanted to continue speaking, but he suddenly remembered something.
To be continued...