Brush!

A blue light and shadow in the void stopped, glanced far in the direction forward, then withdrew its gaze and glanced to the other side.

"Long Rongjie, Bai Yan, Sang Qiye..."

Gou Wuyue knew that the old rival was declaring war again.

According to the burning trend of Bai Yan, I am afraid that the longer the time goes on, the more serious Baiyi's defeat will be.

And if they choose to engage in battle, then the Eight Masters of the Saint Slave, as well as Haitang'er, will definitely lose their goals.

"Choose one or the other?"

Gou Wuyue hesitated slightly.

On a rational level, he is inclined to abandon the white-clad troops for the sake of the mission and continue to follow in the footsteps of Ba Zunzhen until he captures them.

Judging from the situation of that guy sealing the sword, this may be the only chance for the Holy Temple!

But at the same time, strong emotions urged Gou Wuyue.

Bazun's favor, Bai Yi's casualties, Sang Qiye's invitation to fight...

It seemed that at this moment, he had no choice but to engage in battle.

"There are still not enough people here!"

Gou Wuyue sighed.

Or to put it another way, it’s not that fewer people come to the Holy Temple.

But the support provided by the Holy Slave this time was indeed beyond everyone's expectations.

Almost half of the giants of the Saint Slave team, and even the leaders from various places came over.

The troops, horses, and manpower deployed to deal with one Storyteller, plus the support that was forced to be called in after discovering that there was an additional Saint Slave leader, could not withstand this unexpected situation.

But we need more people...

Not to mention that I didn’t know the current situation at that time.

Based on the little information at that time, it was impossible to call anyone, and it was impossible for the Holy Temple to give it.

The most important thing is that after receiving first-hand information from the personnel of the four major combat areas, the headquarters still has not come to support.

This already explains the problem.

"A test..."

Gou Wuyue silently stared in the direction of the center point where the white flames erupted.

He knew that his loyalty to the Holy Temple and whether the other party was truly willing to trust him would eventually be revealed in this battle.

Although he said that he entered the Holy Temple again on the day he became famous.

It is normal for outsiders to speculate on whether his heart is different.

Can……

"I originally set my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch."

Gou Wuyue knew that this time, she might not be able to maintain her loyalty.

The seven hundred men in white clothes from Sou Shan never showed up.

Along the way, I have only met a few.

That means the storyteller has already taken action secretly.

But no one notices or knows these!

Instead of chasing the Bazunzi who may not have a follow-up, Gou Wuyue is more convinced of Sang Qiye's true determination to fight!

As long as he takes on this battle, Storyteller dares to trap Bai Yi, and he will never dare to hurt Bai Yi.

As for the five holy slaves, it is very likely that only one will be left in the end, and that will be a helpless solution.

If the headquarters doesn't support it, which of the Saint Slave guys is easy to mess with?

As long as there is no record, the follow-up...

"The follow-up should be another test!"

Gou Wuyue knew the difficulty of all of this, but he couldn't explain it at all.

No one would listen to his explanation of the outcome of this battle!

Expecting this, Gou Wuyue laughed and disappeared without hesitation.

He gave up chasing Ba Zunzhen and flew towards the direction of Sang Qiye.

Since there is no way to explain it, just follow your heart!

…

the other side.

"coming."

Mr. Sang turned his head and looked in a certain direction, with a bit of relief and solemnity in his eyes.

"What?"

Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled. He was still wondering whether Yu Lingdi, who had completely lost his voice in Sang Lao's body, was really dead.

Or, at the last moment, will this guy be the same as he was then?

Appeared from a certain place, let out that weird smile that made people laugh, and said, "I'm just teasing you."

"without."

Mr. Sang did not explain, but came back to his senses after this small episode, looked at the people in front of him and said: "Xu Xiaoshou, I want to ask you, have you joined the Holy Slaves?"

"Um."

Xu Xiaoshou nodded and had no intention of clearing up the relationship.

Maybe this kind of thing can't be said to others, but to Mr. Sang, the most reassuring thing is that he doesn't have to lie.

"well……"

The old man sighed, shook his head silently, and said nothing.

"No?"

Xu Xiaoshou asked back: "I have asked you about the information about the Holy Slave before, but you didn't say a word. What is your reaction now? Can't you add... Oops!"

With a thud, Old Man Sang slammed his knuckles on his head, and Xu Xiaoshou let out a cry of pain.

"Under attack, passive value, +1."

Mr. Sang felt sad.

“If it’s not possible, it’s just not the right time.”

"Before I accepted you as my disciple, what I was most afraid of was that your identity would be exposed before you grew up, so even your identity was kept secret."

"Later I fell in love with your junior sister. A large part of the reason was because I wanted to put on a good show to avoid being exposed in the future..."

After a pause, Mr. Sang added: "Of course, there is also a reason why your junior sister is also gifted.

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

At this moment, he really wanted to release his junior sister in Yuan Mansion and let her listen to what he said.

However, Sang Lao seemed to have opened up his chat box. He no longer hesitated like when Linggong asked, and continued without saying a word:

"When you join the Holy Slave, you must have come into contact with the Eight Masters and have an understanding of the general situation of this organization."

"And I think you should also know my identity."

"I didn't allow you to have contact with him before, and I even wanted to cut off all your curiosity and interest in the Holy Slave. This was because I was afraid that you would get in touch too deeply and be attracted too early."

"Now that I think about it, alas, God's calculations are not as good as those of man..."

Xu Xiaoshou was speechless: "Repression only leads to rebound. Shouldn't you explain this kind of thing to me openly so that I can make my own judgment?"

"maybe!"

Sang Lao was noncommittal, but he had another answer in his heart.

The time when Ba Zunzun saw this boy was also too early, too early.

If Xu Xiaoshou was allowed to really understand and contact him, he might not be able to survive now. This guy would have been roped in earlier.

After all, who in this world can resist the temptation of that man?

"It's useless to talk too much."

Mr. Sang waved his hands, obviously not wanting to talk more about the past.

His eyes were wandering, and he flashed back in a blink of an eye, his voice a little more hasty.

"Now that you have joined the Saint Slave, I will talk to you openly."
To be continued...