The voice said, "I have seen Brother Eight Tigers."

younger generation?

Daoyi?

I'm grass!

I couldn't help but curse, what's going on?

Daoyi, a dignified observer, actually called himself a junior in front of Wei Shizai?

What a fuck...

Too shocking, right?

You should know that Daoyi is definitely a top-notch master, and it is not an exaggeration to use it in the world.

But, just such a powerful character, he actually...

For a moment, my heart was like a turbulent wave, and I stared at Wei Shizai. Who is this guy from?

"call!"

Just as his small words fell out, Wei Shi's face darkened, and the Yi was so scared that he quickly changed his words, "Prince Chen, judging from the old man's eyes, this matter has been completely resolved and has no worries at all."

this….

Just as he finished speaking, Hu Er, Hu San, Hu Si and the rest of them all came over. Each of them patted me on my shoulders and said exactly the same words as Wei Shi.

I quickly bowed to Daoyi. I couldn't understand it. Just now, before Wei Shi was waiting for someone to leave, he deliberately knelt down to me, with the purpose of raising my identity and let Daoyi consider his own weight.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Shizai's voice came over.

At this moment, Hu Si picked up the shovel and patted it again.

At this moment, half of the coffin of the Jiufeng opera sank the holy spirits fell to the ground.

In this case, after about ten seconds of touching, Hu Si had already walked to the coffin of the saints of Jiufeng Opera and took out the shovel from behind. Without saying a word, he slapped the coffin of Jiufeng Opera and took a slap on it.

While speaking, he walked towards me, patted me hard, and said in a deep voice: "I'm leaving, I'll leave the coffin-carrying craftsman to you."

Now, I was completely confused. With just one move, Wei Shi and others solved everyone's headaches. More importantly, experts like Daoyi lowered their proud heads.

Speaking of this, he sighed and continued: "Since their ancestors' generation, each generation of their family will have eight boys, and only eight boys. It has been passed down for five thousand years. It can even be said that their family is a witness to the entire Chinese history. As for their real name, no one knows, but they just know that the entire metaphysics community calls them the Eight Tiger Brothers."

But every time he walked, I felt my heart beating violently, as if there were a pair of cold hands passing through my chest and holding my heart, making my breathing become faster.

As he went down with a shovel, the coffin of the sacred spirits of Jiufeng Opera was almost one meter on the ground, and the coffin of the sacred spirits of Jiufeng Opera was not damaged at all.

"Prince Palace Master, I will take your disciple away. When you become the leader, I will send her to you."

Without saying a word, Yi bent down and nodded repeatedly, then looked at me and spoke, "Little..."

For a moment, I had no idea how to describe the shock in my heart.

Hearing this, I asked quickly, "Since the eight of them are so powerful, why do you watch the industry founded by our ancestors sunset?"

Before I could finish speaking, the Daoyi stopped and chuckled, "Master Chen, you may not know yet. The entire coffin-carrying industry was founded by the ancestors of their eight brothers. Although the eight brothers are not as old as the old, the eight brothers have been passed down for five thousand years."

However, just as they walked to the door, Wei Shi stopped and didn't say anything. The next second, I found that there was one missing person beside me, none other than Nangong Xin.

Just as I was stunned for a moment, the Yi asked me softly, "Master Chen, if you guessed correctly, you should be wondering about their identities, right?"

After almost a minute, all of us came back to our senses.

After all of them said this, Wei Shi knelt straight towards me, and then the remaining people knelt down at me, saying in unison: "Party Lord, I have handed the coffin maker to you, and I hope I will not bear the five thousand years of history."

That Yi smiled faintly, "Because the way of heaven is like this, no one can tell you clearly. I can only tell you for the time being that the world thinks that their family has long been cut off. If I hadn't been observing their every move in the room, I would have not guessed their identity, and would have only thought they were coffin holders with some skills."

I stared at the shovel in his hand, not even having a glaring time, mainly because it was so shocking.

I nodded subconsciously and suddenly remembered the first sentence Daoyi said when he came out. He seemed to say that the younger generation had met the Bahu brothers. I asked quickly: "You call them Bahu brothers first?"

And the first time they knelt down to me should be out of their respect for the entire industry.

Seeing this scene, I was about to walk up. Wei Shi smiled slightly and said, "Parent Lord, you only need to find some mud to cover the wood carving later, and then bury the Eight Coffin Soul-Suppressing the Soul next to it. This matter is perfectly solved."

After saying this, they kowtowed three times and walked straight outside without stopping, and didn't even give me the chance to speak.

The Daoyi nodded and said in a low voice: "Yes, these Eight Tiger Brothers are the names of the eight of them."

The first person to speak was Zhang Mufeng. He rubbed his face desperately and said to me: "Brother Chen Jiu, why do those people respect you so much? Who are you?"

Could it be that the coffin maker and his party are really such a master?

At the same time, Nangong Xin's voice also came.

Take a deep breath. Although Wei Shi and others have a strange personality, their behavior is definitely worthy of praise. Just by kneeling down to me, a rookie, it can be explained.

However, something that surprised me even more was still behind me. Wei Shi only glanced at Daoyi indifferently and said in a low voice: "Explain to our palace master, is this matter resolved?"

Just as I was stunned for a moment, the tiger four moved their steps lightly, which was no different from our usual walking.

this….

Zhang Mufeng seemed to be thinking something, but Daoyi didn't give him a chance to speak and said, "Mr. Chen, I've been neglected to you a few days ago, and I hope you can forgive me."

I came to my senses, smiled, and said, "Don't you know?"

"ah!"

I frowned and asked again, "Why can you..."

"Master, I...I...I won't leave."

It was just a breath time, and the nine of them disappeared completely, leaving their lingering sounds wandering in the air.

When he finished the third shot, the entire Nine Phoenix Dramas all the Holy Spirits had completely fallen into the ground, and the coffin lid was on the same horizontal line as the ground, and only eight wooden carvings on the top of the coffin lid were exposed.

Gradually, the sound became lower and lower.

I pondered for a moment, and before I could speak, Daoyi spoke again: "Mr. Chen, I can only tell you so much about them. I said too much, which is easy to reveal the secrets of heaven. For you, Yu, Yu, I am not a good thing. You might as well think about how to deal with the doubts of metaphysicians in the world!"

I thought, it was true, according to Wei Shi's previous words, he did not want me to disclose their information, so he said: "What the old senior said is, the boy was abrupt."

The Yi nodded slightly, stopped talking, glanced at the coffin of the Jiufeng Opera and the Holy Spirits, shook his head, and walked out.

Before Daoyi stepped out of the door, I quickly called Daoyi and asked him: "Senior, there is a doubt that has been entangled with me, and I hope the old senior can guide me."
Chapter completed!