A blue-black tornado violently blew up the high platform from the middle of the crowd below, and the tornado reversed, whistling towards Murong Jiu and the Eight Little Heavenly Kings at the extreme speed. The tornado was chaotic and twisted, and the sound of thumping energy slammed out, and the energy was scattered.

After a few breaths, the tornado rolled back and stopped at the side of the mixed river dragon...... The atmosphere gradually dissipated, and a wide navy blue cloak enveloped the body, and another mysterious person appeared.

"When the false is true, the truth is false, and when the truth is false, the false is true. The king of heaven in the world is not a sage, and after all, he cannot be clear in everything. ”

The regeneration of the wedding ceremony, the hoarse voice of the man in the cloak and his mysterious breath, his appearance made the spectators enthusiastic again, after all, the meaning of the man in the cloak was aimed at the Eight Heavenly Kings - obviously, he was not afraid of the Eight Heavenly Kings!

"Peter Pan, you also think that person is fake, who are you?"

Mixed Jianglong turned his head to look at the man in the cloak, his eyes lit up - on today's high platform, revealing the secret has become an indisputable fact, and the appearance of Peter Pan is bound to expose himself.

That familiar feeling lingered, and Chaojianglong desperately wanted to know, who was the man in the cloak?

This appearance meant that he was no longer hidden, Peter Pan raised his hand and slowly tore off the cloak on his head, and his covered face was completely exposed in front of people.

A sigh sounded in the square, the same man in a cloak who covered his cheeks, he did not look too strikingly, his face was not handsome, his thin cheeks were like a knife, showing sharp edges, his eye sockets were sunken, and his face was sickly pale.

by his skinny cheeks. It is not difficult to guess that the reason why he is wearing a fat cloak and robe is only his skinny body.

Although Peter Pan's appearance did not bring much shock to the spectators in the square, on the high platform, everyone who saw this cheek was moved.

Sima Yan's body trembled, a pair of beautiful eyes couldn't stop filling with tears, her lips trembled, and her voice was full of sadness, joy and pity: "Master." ”

Call...... The wind is surging on the high platform. Sima Yan couldn't suppress the venting of her feelings. And the title he spit out has confirmed Peter Pan's identity - he is Murong Jiu.

Ruthless, strange, Huoyun, Gong Zhen, Ruoqing, Rongqing, and even the first dean, all of whom were former friends, all had a positive confirmation in their hearts. Although his appearance has changed a lot. But the feeling of Peter Pan has never changed. He is Murong Jiu!

"Swallow, I've suffered you all these years. ”

Peter Pan's eyes are also covered with a layer of mist, and the sincere affection of the past flows in his heart. Deeply moving.

Tears flowed from the embankment, and Sima Yan seemed to return to a hundred years ago in an instant—that year she was lonely and helpless, and her life was compassionate, but she met Murong Jiu, who was like a brother, and his concern and concern made her weak heart have something to rely on.

Because of the innocence of her heart, she has a pure affection for Murong Jiu that surpasses her teacher, and she will never forget it for a hundred years.

"You are really Murong Jiu, I'll just say, that guy must be fake, you're back, it's great." Chaojianglong looked at Peter Pan with a sincere look of joy on his face.

Glancing at the groom opposite, Murong Jiu didn't have time to confront his fake person, he looked at the mixed river dragon on his side, with a strange look in his eyes, not only Murong Jiu felt weird, even other people also had a weird feeling, after all, the mixed river dragon was still holding "Murong Jiu's cheeks".

"I'm Murong Jiu, I'm back, I don't know who you are?" asked Murong Jiu out loud.

"Haha, I'm just waiting for you to ask, of course I'm the Night Wanderer. ”

Chao Jianglong wiped his cheeks excitedly, his face immediately changed, and gradually changed into the face of a teenager, but there was still a faint dreamy aura on his face, giving people an illusory illusion.

Night wanderer?

Murong Jiu's eyes flashed with surprise, in the past, that young man who claimed to be a martial champion and rejuvenated, he only studied the fictional "Dream God Fight" because of his own jokes, and now that a hundred years have passed, he is a genius and has really cultivated into a dream technique!

It is indeed a fantasy technique, Murong Jiu can be sure that the mixed river dragon in front of him is a dreamy person with no substance, his true body must still be in his sleep somewhere, he is just a dream product in the spiritual world, free from the body.

The real Murong Jiu appeared on the high platform, and the eyes of the former old friends showed eager eyes, which already showed that on this high platform, facing the people of the world, the branches of true and false Murong Jiu that came out were a foregone conclusion.

On the other hand, a sudden mutation, a little heavenly king may not be willing to Murong Jiu to occupy some kind of initiative, he suddenly burst up, and rushed towards Sima Yan who was close by the wind-his dizzy hands were hooked, wanting to capture Sima Yan in one fell swoop and add some weight to himself and others.

"No!" the fake Murong Jiu's face changed drastically, and he shouted urgently.

"Er dare?!" Murong Jiu and Sima Yi Heavenly King, the two of them also shouted at the same time, but the distance was still far away, and it was difficult to rescue in time.

was named the little king by King Xuanyuan, which naturally proved that the young man's strength was not bad, and he must be a handsome master. Because this little heavenly king was too close to Sima Yan, he was confident that under his own impact, Sima Yan, who was not mentally concentrated, would definitely be robbed, even if she became a god king, it would be difficult to break free.

His self-confidence came from his own strength, as well as Sima Yan's distraction, and the fact that Murong Jiu and the others had no time to rescue. However, he neglected the most important person to the point of pushing himself into the abyss of despair.

That person is not the first dean of the Shenwu Academy, although this old man's strength has not reached the level of the god king, but he is cunning and cunning, like a cunning fox, if the little heavenly king wants to capture himself, he has the ability to use all his skills, he can maneuver one or two, but for the rescue of Sima Yan, he is powerless.

Bang...... The little king's claws reached forward fiercely, but they slammed into the body of the fierce guard.

The guard, named Du, slammed the crow into the platform. He stood two feet behind Sima Yan, a distance for a bodyguard, which would not affect the sight of the protected person, but also allow him to make a defensive action at the first time.

The little king's claws slammed into Du's body, and his clothes swayed at once, and the crazy iron cloth shirt was exerted, causing the huge force from the attack to quickly unload in waves.

Du's eyes were cold, his face was serious, and he looked indifferently at the little Heavenly King who bombarded his body. For the crossbow arrows that attack and kill the gods at great speed. He is still in the flesh. It was impossible for this little Heavenly King's attack to hurt him in the slightest. The power of the Divine Yuan was surging in his body, and a wave of innate qi suddenly surged out of Du's body, knocking the little Heavenly King back in one fell swoop, and then Du Fei kicked up. Crushed his internal organs.

The sound of snapping bones resounded throughout the high platform. The little king spat blood. The body flew back upside down, either dead or disabled!

Sima Yan, whose attention was completely immersed in her thoughts, seemed to be half a beat slower in her perception. It wasn't until the little king who wanted to plot against herself was kicked away that she reacted. Turning her head to look at the little Heavenly King who vomited blood, as well as the fake Murong Jiu, Sima Yan's eyes were indifferent, she reached out and tore off the wedding robe on her body, and turned around and walked towards the real Murong Jiu.

The master, who really felt close to her heart, appeared again, and she resolutely moved towards Murong Jiu, since even the groom's person is fake, then this family affair can only be reduced to child's play!

Thinking turned over and over in memory, in those years, although the bridegroom's appearance was born with Murong Jiu's appearance and habits were quite similar, Sima Yan still couldn't feel the feeling of closeness. Although she was moved by emotion, she was because that person had the shadow of Murong Jiu, and she had a form of intimacy that made her completely trust without suspicion or defense.

What moved her was actually Murong Jiu and the closeness that she had never forgotten for a hundred years, not a fake person who pretended to be Murong Jiu's appearance...... Sima Yan fully understood her inner feelings and made a decision without regrets.

The square was silent, hundreds of thousands of cultivators were all quietly watching the high platform, the real Murong Jiu had appeared, and the situation became more and more tense and exciting.

The fiasco of close old friends, as well as Sima Yan's indifferent tearing off the wedding robe, made the person who pretended to be Murong Jiu feel angry. The real Murong Jiu came back, and he seemed to have become the target of everyone all of a sudden, and some of his efforts came to naught in an instant.

His face was sad and miserable, but he was not defeated, and he still had arrogant capital - guided by preconceived thoughts, everyone had concluded that the groom was a fake Murong Jiu, but they ignored that although he was a fake Murong Jiu, he was really the champion of the world's martial arts.

In the cultivation world where strength is respected, Murong Jiu's name may not be very important, but Wu Zhuangyuan's identity cannot be taken lightly by anyone - the name that has broken out step by step, Wu Zhuangyuan is the peak powerhouse among the young people in the world!

"Murong Jiu, since you have left, why bother to come back again, the world has changed, a hundred years have passed, and your reappearance will only be a mistake. Even his newlywed wife left indifferently, for the mysterious person who pretended to be Murong Jiu, there was no point in quibbling, he simply stopped denying it, faced Murong Jiu, and said coldly.

"Oh! you are really Murong Jiu, then he must be a fake, it's over, it's over......" Hearing the words of the mysterious man, the first dean, who had always harbored some illusions, his old face turned a miserable green in an instant.

"What's the matter, old man, your chick was eaten by him?" Acting like a child who had not grown up, the night wandering god raised his hand and put his hand on the shoulder of the first dean, and joked without concealment.

A breath of anger churned in his chest, but this gray-bearded old man was in no mood to turn his face with the night wandering god, he shook his hand and knocked off the arm on his shoulder, walked towards Murong Jiu quickly, and said again: "You are really Murong Jiu, then he must be fake, it's over, it's a big trouble now......"

Raising his hand and patting this old man who regretted not being nervous at the beginning, Murong Jiu said in a hoarse voice, "Big brother, don't worry about anything, leave everything to me." ”

Turning his head and glancing at the Eight Heavenly Kings on the edge of the high platform, Murong Jiu could understand that the reason why the person who pretended to be himself was still able to be fearless and arrogant was perhaps because he was the martial champion handpicked by King Xuanyuan.

Murong Jiu's eyes flashed with a strange glint in his eyes...... Wu Zhuangyuan is indeed a powerful title, but he doesn't care too much, the other party is the martial champion in the Martial King Duel, but he is the lion king overlord in the Spirit World Lion King Competition.

Wu Zhuangyuan and the Lion King Overlord are both the top young men in the two worlds, which is stronger and which is weak, it is not yet known, and a dragon and tiger battle is brewing.

"Soon after I left the ancient kingdom of China, you appeared here in disguise as me, and deceived all my friends, which shows that your imitation skills are extremely high, enough to be true. This also shows that you know me very well, my temperament, my habits, you know everything well......" Murong Jiu took a step forward, staring directly at the fake person opposite, he slowly said his guess - the development of events continues, and it is time to reveal the secret.

The cultivators in the square were silent, listening quietly, learning more about the events of Wu Zhuangyuan. Just as the fake person thought, in this ancient martial arts world, everyone didn't care too much who Murong Jiu was, what they really focused on was the martial champion, just because this was the naked cultivation world, everything depended on strength!

The fake Murong Jiu did not speak, waiting for Murong Jiu's full speculation to be blunt.

"In my memory, in this Chinese world, the person who can understand me so thoroughly should not be my friend, if my expectations are good, you should be Xuanqing. ”

Since returning to the ancient kingdom of China again, the first time he heard the rumors of "himself" competing for the martial champion, Murong Jiu has already guessed that the person who is impersonating himself must be Xuan Qing from the later generations. Being able to impersonate for nearly a hundred years without being detected, Murong Jiu experienced for the first time the terrifying horror of the Baqi Demon Snake in the Spirit Realm pretending to be the Nine Qu Divine Dragon for thousands of years without being defeated.

For nearly a hundred years, this may be the carelessness of his old friend, but more often than not, it is the almost impeccable counterfeiting skills of the impostor. Face, body, voice, and behavioral habits, etc., all require the superb imitation skills of the impostor, and with such a comprehensive understanding of himself, the impostor will not be his friend, and the only answer is the enemy of life and death who hates himself to the marrow.

With some memories of later generations of students, the two of them looked at the fake Murong Jiu in surprise, in their few memories, Murong Jiu did have a deep affair with Xuan Qing, but they were mainly thinking now, so they didn't guess his identity earlier.

"Haha...... Murong Jiu, such a quick thinker, that's right, I am Xuanqing. ”

The fake Murong Jiu clapped his hands in admiration, and when he smiled, the muscles of his face moved slightly, and even the bones of his face changed slightly...... After a burst of distorted power, his appearance completely changed, he was no longer Murong Jiu's appearance, but the real Xuanqing's appearance.

The Transfiguration Technique in the cultivation world is not different from some Transfiguration Potions that change the shape of the face, but uses the combination of Transfiguration and Bone Reduction to comprehensively change the shape of the bones and muscles of the face from the inside out. This is an auxiliary technique in the cultivation world that does not have the power to attack, and it is not in the eyes of the strong, but it is such a small technique, and sometimes it can play a huge role, even the strong have to pay attention to it!

The Eight Heavenly Kings sat quietly in their chairs, they did have some surprise at the true identity of Wu Zhuangyuan, but no matter which angle they thought about, what they needed was an extremely young powerhouse. True and false Murong Jiu confronted Gao Tai, the situation may have been beyond the expectations of the eight of them, but it was not out of their control, and the eight of them waited and watched. (To be continued......)