The sloppy uncle's tone remained calm: "If you don't deny it, it will be easy to handle. Are you, Mr. Huangquan, responsible for a sword? You should have seen it?"

Yin Cao: "..."

When you don't answer directly, you become not denying it.

Now he was simply speechless and couldn't change the subject.

"No." Yin Cao could only deny it.

At this time Xu Xiaoshou said: "You are lying."

Everyone looked sideways again, looking at the other Bazun who was angrily showing his presence.

Then he saw the Eight Masters of Xu Xiaoshou walking slowly and said slowly: "Huang Quan, it's not like I have never fought against you before. If nothing happens, not only will the Xuan Sword be injured, but the soul will also be cut off, and it will also be in his hands?"

Soul Cut, one of the nine supreme artifacts, along with the Xuan Sword of Injury and the Evil Sin Bow.

As soon as the Eight Shouban Masters said this, everyone was stunned.

The sloppy uncle is no exception.

He already knew Xu Xiaoshou's identity.

This is a junior.

Even if it's just pretentious, how come he dares to say something like this that is so baseless and will reveal his identity if he is biased?

Yincao and Baigui were even more dumbfounded.

They naturally know that the Shangxuan Sword and the Soul Cutting Sword are all on Master Huangquan!

But how do outsiders know?

The Eight Masters who can talk about the Shangxuan Sword are already the real Eight Masters in their hearts.

But now, another Eight Masters can still conclude that Hunqie is also in Lord Huangquan's hands.

He also fought against Mr. Huang Quan?

He is also called Mr. Huangquan...boy?

"sky!"

Yin Cao was terrified.

Which of these is true?

If both are false, why can such accurate information be given?

One comes for the sword.

One came for the sword.

When did even the eight well-versed impostors reach such a high level?

Mr. Huang Quan has not taken action in I don’t know how many years he has taken action.

If these two people were not figures of that era, how could they know about the existence of Shang Xuan Sword and Soul Cut?

the other side.

Xu Xiaoshou was just a liar.

But seeing Yin Cao's changing expression, he felt it was right.

The King of Hell's Underworld actually possesses two supreme artifacts, the Shang Xuan Sword and the Soul Cutting Sword?

At this moment, even Xu Xiaoshou felt a little ridiculous...

A mere underworld, how can one be so virtuous?

You must know that loving the common people is only a sinful bow!

The power of that bow...

When Xu Xiaoshou thought of the evil bow that shot Sang Lao, the second in command of the Holy Slave, into the prison of the Holy Temple, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly understood.

Why did the eight real saint slaves, the first of them, tell me not to worry about it for the time being, and to mess with the people of the King of Hell?

Damn it, is the King of Hell such a pervert?

"Humakiri is here too?"

The sloppy uncle not far away was obviously surprised by this new information.

He stepped forward, stared at the underworld, and went straight to the point: "I don't like killing people. Give me the place where the underworld is, and I won't cause trouble for you and other juniors."

Junior...

In the eyes of this sloppy uncle, Zhan Dao seemed like a junior.

At this moment, including Yin Cao, Baigui, and Jiang Chaotian, they suddenly felt powerless in their hearts.

The person in front of me is a person with sword mind.

If it comes down to it, this person is not the Eight Masters.

But at the very least, it’s not far behind!

Isn’t it possible that a person with the Sword Sense would not even have the innate ability to fight in real combat?

With a subjective judgment in his mind, Yin Cao didn't want to start a war with this uncle at all, but he couldn't expose Lord Huangquan's whereabouts.

As a result, there was no way to tell at this moment, Yin Cao could only freeze on the spot.

"Did not say?"

The uncle pressed forward step by step.

The momentum is so overwhelming that it makes people unable to breathe.

But at this moment, the storyteller suddenly spoke up.

"Brothers, wait a minute!"

At this time, the storyteller actually couldn't figure out which one was Xu Xiaoshou, which one was the fake brother, and which one was the real brother.

But it's hard for him to expose someone among them. After all, it's possible that someone is one of his own.

So he was left with the only option of using his body as a slayer and humbly speaking out.

Xu Xiaoshou's version of the eight acquaintances and the sloppy uncle's version of the eight acquaintances turned their heads at the same time and looked at the storyteller.

The storyteller was stared at by these two pairs of turbid eyes, and his whole body felt bad.

This is too similar!

Brother, brother, what on earth did you do outside to generate these almost identical counterfeits?

Resisting the urge to complain, the storyteller announced a bad fact to everyone:

"Bai Yi, here you go."

Outside the small world.

The storyteller couldn't see the sloppy uncle's figure clearly before, but that was because he was strong enough.

But the aura from the Lingque Trade Fair moved, and they counted the thrones and slashed the path in unison, coming here to explore the fluctuations of the holy power. He could tell it at a glance.

One word is settled.

The people in the field were of various colors.

Jiang Chaotian was overjoyed when he knew that reinforcements were coming.

The two kings of hell knew that the end was coming, and they felt sad.

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou began to curse the real eight masters for their inability to do things well.

After so long, I still haven't been able to attract all the people in white and red at the trade fair.

in this way……

What happened at the scene?

Is it done?

Xu Xiaoshou became anxious.

The only one who was not in a hurry was the sloppy uncle. He stared straight at the storyteller and asked calmly: "How long will it take to get there?"

The storyteller thinks that you really regard yourself as your elder brother, and you really treat others as your subordinates.

But the other party issued a sword thought, unlike outsiders.

Even those pretending to be the Eight Masters are all fans of the Eight Masters, that is, they are half one of their own.

So the storyteller replied: "The traces left in space cannot be delayed for too long. It only takes a cup of tea."

"That's enough." The sloppy uncle nodded and glanced back at the King of Hell.

At this moment, the pressure suddenly increased, and the two kings of hell were in a panic.

Anyone can tell that the uncle's "enough" sentence means that the period of time before Bai Yi's arrival is enough to kill him and the King of Hell.
To be continued...