Above Lin Hai, King Ming had not yet recovered from the surprise and anger of Dai Yuerou who had left him to escape, and he saw the "Mr. Ge Da" in front of him gently pluck his long hair and put it in the treasure bag on his waist, revealing a bright bald head. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You...... Are you Mr. Ge Da?" King Ming's eyes widened behind the mask, and he was stunned for a while.

In other words, Mr. Ge Da shouldn't have the problem of middle-aged failure, right?

Even if you lose your hair, you can't be as bare as a duck's egg!

This guy is definitely a fake, and Mr. Ge Da, who has always been handsome and elegant in the rivers and lakes, will not be bald!

King Ming felt unhappy for a while, and he had a feeling that his favorite famous knight had been tarnished, and the younger generation like him in Wanxian Island more or less had some admiration and respect for Mr. Glengerda, the "divine sword" of the world's dart game.

A sword is terrifying, and a hundred ghosts cry!

How many young knights have been fascinated by it!

For King Ming, if he faces Mr. Ge Da, even as an invincible opponent, it is a gratifying thing, however...... What the hell is this bald head!!

The "bald man" is naturally a mage of Wu Huan.

This guy simply ignored the anger that was almost gushing out from the eyes of the Ming King on the other side, smiled mysteriously, and the bones, muscles and joints on his body began to move, making a dense sound of "creaking" and "gaba gab". With a gentle tug, Master Wuhuan took off the human skin mask disguised as Mr. Ge Da, carefully stuffed it into the treasure bag, and said to himself without raising his head: "I quietly observed around Lincang City for a day, and the harvest was really not small, not only did I find a generation of Jianghu heroine Dai Yuerou who poisoned her own villa's personal disciple privately, but also accidentally saved Wang Huanzhi, the big boss of the Yangwei Dart Bureau, haha...... Luck is really the strength of the little monk. ”

King Ming, who was ignored by Chi Guoguo, was furious, this guy called himself a little monk, and he was really a monk!

Different from the elegant and mature appearance of Mr. Ge Da before, the little monk has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and is only about 20 years old, with a tall and thin body, and a bald head that is bright and shiny.

Shrinking bones and changing appearance, this guy is practicing the legendary Eight or Nine Divine Skills, right?

King Ming thought in his heart, if that is the case, there is nothing to guess the identity of this little monk in front of him, it must be a young famous monk of the Great Ci'en Temple in Shenxiao City, a disciple of Master Sanzang, and the little junior brother of Sun Wukong, the lord of the country at the end of the East China Sea, Master Wuhuan!

"You monk, you just used the Eight or Nine Xuangong? Could it be that Master Wuhuan came to Cangcheng to teach the Fa this time?" King Ming saw that the other party did not mean to do it immediately, so he slightly retracted his offensive posture, he knew in his heart that his strength had just reached the innate realm, whether it was Master Wuhuan or the real Mr. Ge Da, without the help of Dai Yuerou or other disciples of Wanxian Island, he had no chance of winning.

Master Wuhuan finished changing clothes, then raised his head and smiled at King Ming, showing two rows of white teeth and said: "Good and good, the little monk is indeed using eight or nine Xuangong, but the little monk is not Master Wuhuan! Master Wuhuan is resting in the guest room of the Red Lotus Temple at this time, recuperating for tomorrow's Dragon Boat Festival lecture." ”

Hehe, I won't tell you that it's my nephew!

"Aren't you Master Wuhuan?" King Ming was stunned, his mind suddenly became a little hazy, and he said strangely: "But you are bald, and you admit that you know eight or nine Xuangong, there are very few people in the world who practice this kind of unique martial arts, if you are not Master Wuhuan, then who are you?"

"I am ......"

The corners of Master Wuhuan's mouth hooked slightly, and the bones and muscles on his body continued to move, and after only a while, he made himself much shorter and fatter, if he looked at it from a distance, he was as tall as King Ming's body, and he was fat and thin!

Master Wuhuan, whose face was also beginning to adjust slightly, reached into the treasure bag, took out a brand-new human skin mask, rubbed it in his hand, and then pasted it on his face, and smiled at the inexplicable Ming King: "Look, I am the Ming King from Wanxian Island in the East China Sea!"

While speaking, his voice changed continuously, when he said "look", the voice was still the same as before, and when it came to the word "Ming Wang", the voice was already the same as the real Ming King standing in front of him!

In addition, in addition to the difference in clothing and mask, the appearance is also the same as that of King Ming!

The young man from Wanxian Island, who was not very good at his brain, reacted to what Master Wuhuan wanted to do, and his face under the mask turned red, and he swung his double swords violently, stabbing at Master Wuhuan viciously: "Despicable! You actually want to disguise yourself as me!"

"Amitabha, otherwise, why would the little monk waste so much time with you? It's not to observe your every move well, so as to increase the bargaining chips for success in entering the Ten Thousand Immortal Island as you in the future!"

"Damn! vile! Damn! I'm not going to let you get away with it!"

King Ming cursed one after another, and a pair of pitch-black double short swords danced like flying, and stabbed at Master Wuhuan from different directions with lightning speed!

"Eight-armed Ming King swordsmanship, not bad!"

Master Wuhuan looked at King Ming, because the other party's speed was too fast, as if there were several pairs of arms, countless pitch-black short swords sealed all the corners in front of Master Wuhuan up and down, and nothing was missing.

"Thank you for performing your unique skills, the little monk will rely on this set of martial arts to kill people for a long time in the future!" Master Wuhuan held the long sword in one hand, and looked at the other party with a little appreciation in his eyes.

The next moment, Master Wuhuan flew up, and his body flipped over above King Ming's head, jumping over like lightning!

After landing gently, there is no pause, no turn!

With his back to King Ming, the long sword that still had the blood stains of Jin Guangxian stabbed out with his backhand, simple and unpretentious,

With a "poof", the long sword pierced through King Ming's chest, and the tip of the sword pierced out of his chest, bloody.

"Senior brother said that this trick is called somersault cloud. ”

............

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

The graceful figure streaked across the night sky and smashed heavily on the tall and lush green bamboo branches.

Blood stained Dai Yuerou's front placket, and a long sword mark on her back was even more shocking.

The blade snapped!

Mr. Ge Da stepped on the green bamboo, and chased Dai Yuerou who flew out upside down like a meteor chasing the moon!

"Your opponent is me!"

A black shadow stopped Mr. Ge Da again, and under the black-clothed cloak, a pair of red eyes stared at Mr. Ge Da's long sword.

Compared with Dai Yuerou's serious injury, the condition of the man in black was much better, although there were a few sword marks on his body, but they were not serious, and he would not lose his ability to fight.

"Get out of the way. ”

Mr. Ge Da stood on top of the green bamboo, his expression was indifferent, and he said coldly: "Your scimitar is good, don't die here in vain." I have no personal enmity with you Zoroastrians, and no one has ever bought me to attack you in business, so don't give your life for the people of Wanxian Island. ”

Hearing this, there was a grim laugh from under the black-clothed cloak, and the scimitar was aimed at Mr. Ge Da, but he said softly to Dai Yue behind him: "If you don't die, run quickly! This time we are cooperating in Lincang City, I am not sorry to die, as long as your Heavenly Emperor always remembers what he promised our Holy Sect!"

Dai Yuerou glanced at him deeply, stood up with the Yuehua long sword, didn't say a word, and strode towards the building boat of Mingyue Villa!

Mr. Ge raised his eyebrows: "Are you looking for death?"

The man in black took a sip and said with a cruel smile: "Only the light is the same, although I die, I will not regret it!"