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    King Nayiqu didn't know that Chen Ang and Wukong had been missing for a while. He didn't even know that the one who dealt with him during the dinner had become a clone of Wukong, and he was ordered by his master to torture the baboon demon in order to kill it.  The body anatomy experiment only made Zhou Bofu insane, and he was already on the verge of going crazy.

    When King Yiqu saw Chen Ang attending the ceremony, he quickly put on his warmest smile and asked his guards to bring up a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. He held his hand and came to Chen Ang.

    King Yiqu lowered his attitude, took the initiative to compliment him a few times, and then said: "The little king has a heartless request, and I would like to ask the immortal to consider it. My son has been naughty since he was a child, but he is very popular with me. He  I admire the immortal way, and today I saw the immortal's supernatural powers and extraordinary abilities, so I want to worship under the immortal's disciples and learn some skills. Xiao Wang took the liberty to invite me, and please don't blame the immortal!"

    "How dare you!" Chen Ang looked at the young man with a smile. For some reason, when King Yiqu saw Chen Ang's eyes, a chill suddenly ran down his back, as if he had tricked someone.

    That young man was dressed in brocade clothes and was very energetic, but Chen Ang really liked people like this, with their nostrils pointing upward and their arrogance.

    It's not like he had any origins in the tumbling hobby of the 'senior master' in ancient fantasy novels. He likes to be humble and beg to accept a disciple to worship him. That boy is not the protagonist of a third-rate fantasy novel, and his name is just an ordinary person.  The names of Quanrong and Hu are not called Long Aotian, Ye Xingfeng, Jian Shang, Leng Ye or anything like that.

    In fact, just when Chen Ang had finished formulating an experimental plan and his desire for research was rising, he could see that such talent and beauty are indeed of natural beauty Just now Chen Ang was lamenting that Yuantong looked like a guinea pig.  There is potential, but after all, there is a love. Although Chen Ang has experimented with his apprentices many times, there are not just one or two crazy people under his hands.

    But those were experiments with relatively minor side effects. For mental experiments like feeding his disciples drugs, Chen Ang would rather catch some wild white mice for use.

    As soon as the idea came to mind, someone took the initiative to send the materials. In order to avoid Chen Ang's guilt (which did not exist), he even arranged a character with his nostrils turned to the sky and an arrogant character. It was a match made in heaven, although Chen Ang never cared about sympathy.  There is such a thing as heart and kindness, but I happily accepted this thoughtful arrangement!

    The young man is called Chile, and he is the sixth son of King Yiqu. Now the leader of the Yuzhi tribe is his uncle. Among the six tribes of Yiqu, four of them support the rebels Ju Yan usurps the throne, and the only one supports King Yiqu.  Of the two, Yu Zhi was the most beloved, so it was hard to say how much of it was for his uncle and how much of it was natural family affection.

    Chen Ang thought about it for a while, then he excused himself and said: "My four masters and disciples are heading west to study and travel. We really can't stay in Yiqu country for a long time. They will go west sooner or later. The family relationship between the king and your son is very strong."  Yu Shui! When the time comes to set out to the west, won't it mean that the two of them are separated from each other? Moreover, the sixth prince has a majestic head and an image of a human lord. If I, a poor scholar like me, study abroad, it will take an unknown amount of time to go west. Wouldn't it be impossible to inherit in the future?  The hope of Datong?"

    When he heard the words "inherit the great unification", the young man's expression changed. He didn't think that following the "immortal" to the west to a dangerous place like Guifang Rongbu was more important than inheriting the orthodoxy of Yiqu Country. Originally, it was hindered by  A little awe of Chen Ang's magical powers, his expression was suppressed, but now he couldn't bear it anymore.

    The young man raised his face and pointed his nostrils at Chen Ang: "Who are you? What ability do you have to be my master?"

    Without waiting for King Yiqu to stop him, the man sneered and said: "How can a mere illusion of manipulating vegetation be as powerful as the magic of wizards? The wizards in my clan can arrest ghosts and gods, practice witchcraft, and behead their heads without dying.  Flying to kill people. Drive away the plague, slaughter a large tribe of thousands of people at every turn, and make those powerful warriors die of pus and blood, screaming in agony for seven days and seven nights."

    "They don't dare to say that they will accept me as their disciple. What ability do you have to dare to say such big words? Do you just rely on these illusions of yours?"

    The sixth prince, Chile, pointed at the mandala flowers that were blooming all over the deer platform, with a look of disdain on his face, and shouted: "You can demonstrate a few spells first. If you are really that powerful, promise me three conditions, and I will become your teacher."  !¡±

    Chen Ang felt quite emotional in his heart. Although he had tried his best to despise the intelligence of those fools, he often realized when things came to pass that he had underestimated their stupidity. However, he just smiled slightly on his face and said before King Yiqu panicked: "I  I don¡¯t have the skills to accept the Sixth Prince as my disciple. Wukong come here!"

    Wukong had been watching a joke for a long time. When he heard Chen Ang calling him, he immediately jumped out and said, "Master, if you have any instructions, just call me!"

    "The Sixth Prince wants to test our master's and apprentice's spells. How many hands can you show him? If the Sixth Prince can still respect it,??Our master and disciple now have the support of a noble person!  "Chen Ang said lightly.

    Wukong scratched his right cheek and shouted: "Master, are you accepting a disciple, or are you asking for a master? When the disciple became a disciple, he didn't dare to say this!"

    Chen Ang smiled slightly and said: "How dare you accept the Sixth Prince as your disciple? I just teach you some interesting spells to relieve the Sixth Prince's boredom!"

    Wukong understood the meaning of the song and said with a smile: "Master, your old tricks and abductions have been exposed! We masters and disciples don't have any magic. They are all deceptive little illusions, such as paper people, paper horses, and poisoning the soul."  Flow, I will demonstrate one for you!"

    After saying that, he took out a piece of yellow paper, cut out a human figure with his hands, and blew on it, and the yellow paper figure grew one foot taller. Wukong pretended to be sweating profusely, and puffed up his breath and blew.  After seven mouthfuls, which made him miserable, he blew the paper man down to the size of a normal person, but secretly asked Chen Ang: "Master, what kind of magic can you show him?"

    Chen Ang said calmly: "This child belongs to my uncle. Now in the first month of the year, I think his hair should be cut!"

    "It's easy to talk! It's easy to talk!" Wukong smiled and asked the sixth prince: "Is there anyone the prince wants to see? I will capture his soul right now! Ask him to talk to the sixth prince."

    The sixth prince sneered and said: "Can your Taoism also arrest the soul? Even the wizards can't do it. I'm afraid you are using illusion to deceive me! If you have the ability, just invite my uncle here, and I will follow him  Say a few words!"

    Wukong had a look of embarrassment on his face and hesitated: "This what does the prince's uncle look like? Do you have a personal token? Best, let me see him"

    The Sixth Prince's initial suspicion suddenly turned into ten percent, and he sneered: "You can meet him whenever you want to see him as an old man. But I do have his token here, so that you won't have to find excuses to shirk the responsibility."  Then he described his uncle's appearance, half truthfully, half falsely, but also with some thoughts.

    Wukong secretly laughed at him, and a little bit of his soul escaped from his shell. Watching Wukong remain dazed for a moment, he suddenly trembled, but the heavenly soul and the earthly soul of the sixth prince's uncle were captured from the underworld.  Pointing at the yellow paper man, it attached itself to the paper man, but there was only a clumsy graffiti on the yellow paper man's face, which was the uncle's appearance described by the sixth prince.

    The Sixth Prince saw the yellow paper man suddenly moving, and looked around blankly. When the Sixth Prince looked at him, he seemed startled, and pointed at him and was about to shout, but the yellow paper was speechless and speechless.  The paper figures move, but no human voice is heard.

    The sixth prince looked at it coldly for a moment, then suddenly drew his sword, chopped the paper man into two pieces, beheaded him, and cursed: "I deliberately made a mistake, just to catch you and let you know that my uncle is  A beard is not a touch on the lips.¡±

    Before he finished speaking, he heard a horrified cry from King Yiqu. When the sixth prince looked back, he saw the fallen head of the paper man, which suddenly turned into a bloody head. Look at the beard on his face.  The look of horror on his face seemed familiar to the Sixth Prince. If he took a closer look, he saw that he was his own uncle!

    The sixth prince's face turned pale for a moment, and he couldn't hold the sword in his hand. When he lowered his head, he saw a trace of blood dripping from the sword's edge.

    "Ah!" The sixth prince screamed in horror, and the sword he bought fell without realizing it. King Yiqu was even more frightened and looked at Chen Ang and Wukong master and apprentice, extremely horrified.

    Wukong shook his head there and sighed: "I couldn't stop him, why did you just kill him?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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