Chapter 604: The Eight Masters of the Receiving Version, the Chicken Version of Haitanger

The mountain forest is quiet, and white clothes are walking slowly.

"careful."

Lin Ruohuan carefully transmitted the message, with a slight sweat on his forehead.

Tong Feng was even more cautious. Every step he took, he had to use his spiritual energy to soften the strength. He didn't even dare to crush dead branches and leaves.

In the quiet mountain forest, the two men in white clothes groped forward step by step, without even realizing it that their palms were getting wet.

suddenly.

"Boo~"

A soft sound broke the silence.

Lin and Tong both turned around.

"who!"

Tong Feng's scream was like thunder. It seemed that this was the only way to suppress the fear in his heart.

The two turned around and looked around.

But not far away, a small yellow flower that was mostly withered trembled slightly, as if it had been nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. With the spiritual energy, the flower bones bloomed again.

"Boo~"

"Boo~"

There were sparse similar sounds coming from all around.

As soon as Lin Ruohuan released his spiritual thoughts, he saw the dead flowers and grasses around him, and each one seemed to be reborn, blooming again and brightly.

"This is……"

He was startled, but before he could explain, Tongfeng on one side had already shouted:

"Flower Hometown?!"

It is true that in this silent mountain forest, there is no one in Baiyi or anyone else who can master such a poetic attack method, only the saint slave Haitang'er whom I saw in the picture before.

"Haitang'er, Ba Zunzhen?"

Both of them were shocked.

The last scene they saw on Wuming Mountain in the east corner of the Eight Palaces was that the Eighth Sword Immortal originally planned to take action, but was knocked unconscious by the undefended Haitang'er and took everyone away.

Now, the strange scenery of Hua Xiang appears, can the Eighth Sword Immortal be far behind?

"I'm calling someone!"

With trembling hands, Tong Feng took out the alarm bead at the speed of light and was about to crush it.

"Stop working in vain."

A calm voice floated from the distance in the forest: "Knowing that this is the hometown of Flower Fragrance, do you still think that this alarm bead can work?"

Tong Feng's fingers froze on the spot, and his body froze in mid-air, unable to move forward.

yes!

The Hometown of Flower Fragrance...that is a replica of the Seven Forbidden Realms.

At that time, everyone in white clothes was trapped in the battle, and only Senior Wuyue was able to break through the scene. Tong Feng felt that his fingers were weak for a moment.

This alarm bead is useless if crushed.

Doesn't that mean that the two of them can no longer have contact with the white army?

Lin Ruohuan glanced down, her heart already sinking to the bottom.

There are not many alarm beads, and a team of two only has one.

If you really look at it this way, if you don't destroy this floral home first, pinching this thing is tantamount to self-destruction!

The two looked at each other and saw the despair in each other's eyes.

"keep it."

Lin Ruohuan said.

The other party just trapped the two of them and did not choose to kill them, which meant that there was no chance of survival.

After all, he was a man who once crushed an era!

There is no need for him to be as knowledgeable as a junior like him.

only……

"How come the Eighth Sword Immortal and Haitang'er appear here?"

"Senior Wuyue, where did you pursue him again?"

Lin Ruohuan didn't dare to think too much.

In this situation, he didn't even dare to be distracted. As soon as such thoughts came up, he was abandoned. Then he looked into the distance and called softly:

"The Eighth Sword Immortal?"

Tong Feng glanced at him in surprise.

However, in this situation where he was so nervous that he was almost dying, Lin Ruohuan's call was filled with fright and surprise.

"Are these the fanatics of the Eighth Sword Immortal..."

Tong Feng was desperate.

…

"come over."

The misty voices no longer fall from all directions, but have a specific source.

The two men in white clothes immediately looked away, only to see two figures not far from the mountains and forests.

Yi Yi was wearing a pure white shirt. Even though the white shirt was stained with blood, his immortal-like temperament was still like a lotus in an empty valley, and he was alone and peaceful in this mountain forest.

Begonia!

Lin Ruohuan had seen this face in the atrium scene on Wuming Mountain.

He never thought that the fate of life could be so magical.

He was barely able to break away from the large army, and he bumped into a real person!

His eyes dropped.

Sitting under Haitang'er, who was standing against the ancient tree, was a slovenly man who looked down and out.

His hair was oily and his beard was unkempt.

You don’t need to look at anything else, just the shocking scar on this guy’s neck, plus the eight fingers gently picking up the dead leaves...

"The Eighth Sword Immortal!"

Lin Ruohuan could not describe how she felt at this moment.

It should obviously be a state of despair, but for no reason, it was a surge of emotion.

The living Eighth Sword Immortal, the living miracle, the living...

Belief!

"come over."

The eight acquaintances didn't even raise their heads, and knocked their elbows on their knees.

The remaining eight fingers tore the leaves very slowly, slowly and leisurely.

It seemed that he had been waiting for the two of them at this moment for a long, long time.

"past!"

Lin Ruohuan tightened her spirit sword, bumped Tong Feng's shoulder with her chest, "If you die, you must die with dignity!"

"I……"

Tong Feng turned his hands and glanced at the alarm bead, then put it away out of strength and closed his eyes in pain.

Damn Jiangbianyan, I just said this alarm is useless.

You see!

There is no need to even pinch it.

They didn't kill him in the first encounter, but they trapped him to death!

This broken bead, what's the use of it!

...

"Bang bang!"

"Bang bang!"

Xu Xiaoji was very panicked at the moment, his heart was beating wildly.

Looking at the two white-clothed people walking quickly on the dead branches in the distance, his calves began to tremble.

Transformed into Haitanger, half leaning on the ancient tree, it was not a pretense.

If he didn't lean like this, Xu Xiaoji would probably not be able to hold on and would have fallen to the ground!

"Zhan Dao..."

"Throne..."

"And they are all in white!"

Xu Xiaoji was about to cry.

This damn Demon King Xu!

I knew it...

I knew that when Demon King Xu called me out, it must be no good!

It was okay to turn into a straw hat and have four swords before.

It was just a dead thing, there was nothing to act.

But now, you want me to become such a big living person, to play a trick with you, to fool the two white-clothed men, to fool the throne, and to cut the way?

Even if the great demon Xu spoke, he said that he only needed to make a move once, and he didn't need to say the rest of the sentence.

But, he was also panicked!

It was so scary!

Xu Xiaoji couldn't even believe that the two idiots on the opposite side could believe that these small changes around him would be the legendary "hometown of flower fragrance".

It was just that he used some power of the throne, and Xu Xiaoshou irrigated the fountain of life in the Yuan Mansion at will, and the flowers and weeds were rejuvenated again!

There was not even a crabapple tree here...

How could the other side believe it?

"I don't even have a boundary, I just watered a few flowers and plants. Can't they see that there is no boundary here?"

"Are they crazy? Or is the great devil Xu casting a spell?"

Xu Xiaoji lowered his eyes and saw Xu Xiaoshou, but was frightened by the latter's glance back. He quickly concealed his flickering eyes and cast his eyes into the void.

No focus.

I can't see.

Watermelon.

All watermelons.

White clothes and so on...

Heh, they don't exist!

...

Xu Xiaoshou calmly looked at the two white-clothed people half-running over, biting his tongue again to stop himself from shaking.

"Successful."

"The first step of fooling is considered a success."

The life fountain of Yuanfu is too powerful.

Just use the disappearance technique to fly around and sprinkle randomly, and you can create an effect similar to the hometown of flower fragrance.

Although some flowers are not sprinkled, they still look a little wilted.

The weeds that are not evenly watered also trembled and then died.

But it doesn't matter!

It doesn't matter!

The white-clothed people should be able to pay attention to me, so they must be able to spy on the battle situation from somewhere, and they know that Haitang'er is injured.

"The hometown of the fragrance of flowers has weakened, which also indirectly proves that Haitang'er is still injured."

"And no boundary appears..."

Are you kidding!

Haitang'er's boundary, it seems that after covering it, others will be able to detect the existence of the boundary?

If the boundary of the boundary can really be detected, then its name cannot be called "The Seven Forbidden Replica of the Boundary Fragrance Hometown of Flowers", but should be "Flowers and Grasses".

"Are you here?"

It was not until the two white-clothed people came that Xu Xiaoshou sat down as an old monk, slowly raised his eyes, and glanced at the two people indifferently.

If it was someone else who came, I'm afraid he wouldn't have the courage to play such a big show.

But at this moment.

Xu Xiaoshou's greatest certainty in his heart is that this white-clothed man named Lin Ruohuan is a sword cultivator.

At the same time, the other party is a fanatical fan of the Eight Lords!

Generally speaking, this kind of two-person team must have a captain.

It was obvious that Tong Feng, who was a Throne Cultivator, would definitely listen to Lin Ruohuan, who was a Slasher Cultivator.

And Lin Ruohuan might be calm on weekdays.

But these people either did not move, or were absolutely excited when they saw their idol.

Such a small fluctuation in mood was enough to make him ignore many details.

Under the preconceived situation, in the situation where Ba Zun An and Hai Tang'er had already appeared...

A small change in flowers and plants, the other party could directly replace it with a weakened version of Huaxiang's hometown.

Even if, he had doubts in his heart...

He must have doubts!

But Xu Xiaoshou was not afraid.

Along the way, he had been constantly relying on the information bar to figure out people's hearts, and then overturned other people's doubts step by step.

...

"Eighth... Ba Zun An?"

Lin Ruohuan looked a little excited. Although he was trying his best to suppress it, Xu Xiaoshou could clearly see it even without the information bar.

The other party subconsciously called him by his name, but he realized that he was calling him by his name after the confrontation...

"Conclusion: He is confused!"

Looking at the information bar again:

"Respected, passive value, +1."

"Awe-inspired, passive value, +1."

"Speculated, passive value, +2."

Speculation...

Xu Xiaoshou thought that these two people should not have the courage to speculate about his identity so quickly. They might be speculating why he was waiting for them here.

"Sit down."

Xu Xiaoshou waved his hand kindly. Seeing that the two of them were standing uneasy, he spoke slowly and calmly: "I gave you a hint before, but since you didn't choose to call someone at that time, now, sit down and talk?"

Tong Feng glanced at Lin Ruohuan.

Lin Ruohuan did not respond.

In other times, maybe he would actually sit down and seize this precious opportunity to talk with the legendary Eighth Sword Immortal.

But at this moment, even if he was excited, he could still tell right from wrong.

The two sides are currently hostile!

"No need to be formal."

Xu Xiaoshou looked past the two people in white clothes, glanced at Haitang'er, and said if he didn't intend to: "I came here specifically to wait for someone. It may not be you, but as long as it's in white clothes, that's fine."

Xu Xiaoji's eyes trembled, and he continued to stare into the distance with arrogance.

No need to be formal...

What is the structure of your heart, the Great Demon King Xu?

In this case, you told me to "don't be cautious"?

How dare I, a half-assed person on the throne, and you, with your meager talent, come out in such a grand and high-sounding way to fool people?

This is something most people don’t dare to think about!

If you really want to consider this direction, I'm afraid it will be a temptation...

Things are uncertain outside, and you and I are both like dead horses!

"eighth……"

"eight……"

Lin Ruohuan opened his mouth twice, and each time he felt that his title was not quite right.

You can't call the Eighth Sword Immortal, it's too humble.

He couldn't call out the Eight Masters, so I would like to ask the sword cultivator from the East Region, who would dare to stand in front of the Eight Masters and call him by his name?

"senior!"

Finally, he came up with the most smooth name in the spirit refining world and asked: "Senior, why did you call us here?"

Tong Feng was immediately alert, and his body tensed to the extreme, as if he was about to attack his prey.

Xu Xiaoshou chuckled.

"Don't be nervous, I said before, I don't like killing people now."

In a word, the three people were nervous.

Xu Xiaoji almost couldn't hold it in anymore and fell down.

How dare you speak!

Can you kill me?

I, Xu Xiaoji, am not convinced by anyone in this world, but I will be convinced by your big heart, Demon King Xu!

"Brother Lin..."

Tong Feng's eyes wandered, he hesitated for a while, and then in a very low voice, he said through the voice: "It seems, something is wrong."

His attention was not entirely on the Eighth Sword Immortal in front of him.

Unlike Lin Ruohuan, he didn't want to die on what most swordsmen called "glory", so he focused more on his surroundings, trying his best to find flaws in Hua Xiang's Hometown.

However, this realm...

It’s so natural!

There is no flaw at all!

Look at the flowers, the grass...

It's as if it was born here and no one has ever transplanted it.

Even if it is in full bloom, it will bloom again according to the withered appearance before, although it is not as gorgeous and with so many flowers as in the pictures seen in Wuming Mountain.

but……

The control of this power is so perfect!

"What's wrong?"

Lin Ruohuan asked secretly.

Tong Feng secretly glanced at Haitang'er, who was leaning on the ancient tree.

The other party's eyes were so firm and profound.

Even from the time the two of them came here to this moment, they had not even blinked.

It was as if he was not injured at all.

Looking down, the scarlet red body all confirmed the fact that this guy had trapped all the white clothes in the eighth palace with his flower-scented hometown, and then Gou Wuyue broke through the boundary.

"Haitang'er's power is so perfect, so perfect that it's a bit unbelievable..."

Tong Feng hesitated for a moment, then said: "You should know better than me how strong Senior Wuyue is."

"Haitang'er was broken through the realm by Senior Wuyue. Generally speaking, at this point in time, he can barely recover. How is it possible that he can still condense such a flawless realm?"

"I can't even detect half of the fluctuations of Heavenly Dao in this."

"This realm is so open, it's like..."

Tong Feng's voice was full of awe: "It's as if he didn't open the realm and we are still in this mountain forest... It's like an antelope hangs its horns and there is no trace to be found!"