"What does it do when you touch the King of Qi do? This is my personal grudge between you and the King of Huainan," the middle-aged alchemist smiled at the old man with white beard, and then continued: "The King of Huainan is not aware of today. If he is not eliminated before his wings are abundant, it will sooner or later become a great trouble for the world. If you must be buried with him, I don't mind sending you to reincarnation together."

"When did the alchemist start to care about the fate of the country," At this time, the King of Huainan, who was hiding among the guards, sneered, paused for a moment, and continued, "I am the special envoy who was appointed to worship Wujiang today. I dare to assassinate this king as a conspiracy. Think about it for your nine tribes. Don't be deceived by the traitors, they will lose their lives in vain..."

"I can't tell that the King of Huainan is actually a character, but the blue-eyed man who plays with big insects on the opposite side is very beautiful. It should be a newcomer in the past hundred years..." Gui Bugui, who was hiding behind the mountain bag, smiled, then looked at Wu Mian who was watching coldly, and said, "I originally thought that the King of Huainan was for Xiang Yu this time. Now it seems that today's matter is really not that simple. Let's wait and see the bad luck of the young man who plays with big insects below..."

"It's just killing two birds with one stone, but you're right this time. King Huainan is a character." After saying this, Wu Mian turned his gaze back. After a look at Gui Bugui, he continued: "This time, in the name of Ji Jiang, he not only attracted his political enemies, but also had the opportunity to solve the problem of Xiang Yu."

Speaking of this, Wu Mian paused, glanced at the village chief hiding in the corner, and then said to himself: "So what if he was a king during his lifetime? Didn't he become a soul after all? I'm really a little curious about why he kept you there for the past few times..."

Just as Wu Mian was talking to himself, the two sides confronting each other had changed. After the King of Huainan finished speaking, the middle-aged alchemist sneered and said, "Among the kings of Liu, you are a little eloquent, but it's a pity that I have been practicing alchemy for a hundred years, and my closest relatives at home have long been killed in the war. If I can find relatives within the nine tribes, even if I take them to the underworld together, I will be able to get what I want."

After the middle-aged alchemist finished speaking, the tiger lying on his feet suddenly roared, and the guards around the King of Huainan shivered involuntarily. Before everyone could react, the tiger's body rushed over and rushed towards the King of Huainan.

Just as the tiger ran over, the old man with white bearded walked forward quickly in the direction of the middle-aged alchemist. After a moment, one person and one tiger met. The tiger jumped up to throw the old man with white bearded. At the same time, the old man suddenly reached out and pressed his hand on the tiger's forehead. He did not see how he tried. He heard a shocking explosion sound from the position of the man and the tiger. Then a blood mist instantly dispersed, wrapping the position.

Not long after, the blood mist slowly dissipated, but only the white-bearded old man stood there. The hanging tiger had disappeared without a trace.

"Good method, I didn't expect that His Highness of Huainan King had recruited such a powerful person." Seeing that the tiger he raised was being dealt with in a blink of an eye, the middle-aged alchemist's eyes twitched a few times, then stared at the white-bearded old man coldly, paused for a moment, and continued: "But you have such exquisite magic, you should be a famous person who has long been famous. Why do you still have to hide your head and show your tail and dare not look at people with your true face?"

"Soul Huang Ping..." After the white-bearded old man reported his fake name, he smiled at the middle-aged alchemist, and then continued, "Our Highness gave you a chance just now, but unfortunately you don't know what cherishing means. Since this is the case, I will send you to the samsara again and go to find your closest relatives."

While speaking, a black air emitted from the white-bearded old man's body. The black air was stuck on his body for a long time. It looked like he was wearing a black armor. At this moment, a few lightning lights appeared on the body of the middle-aged alchemist. Before the white-bearded old man was completely wrapped in the black air, the middle-aged alchemist suddenly raised his hands and slashed down at the white-bearded old man's body.

A red lightning mixed with thunder fell from the sky and instantly hit the head of the white-bearded old man. The lightning directly dispersed the black air on his body. The white-bearded old man shook his body a few times and almost sat on the ground. Unfortunately, the middle-aged alchemist's magic cannot induce two thunder and lightning in succession, otherwise the second lightning would be able to directly result in him.

"Is that kind of ability?" The white-bearded old man's hair was thundered and he smiled at the middle-aged alchemist with a ferocious look on his face. When he spoke, the dispersed black air gathered again, covering the white-bearded old man tightly.

Just as the white-bearded old man was shrouded in black gas, his whole body and the black gas disappeared in an instant. Then, in front of the middle-aged alchemist, a black air poked out of thin air, and pressed it down from the black gas,

As the palm was about to touch his head, the middle-aged alchemist's body suddenly dissipated like smoke. In just a blink of an eye, the smoke condensed into the middle-aged alchemist's appearance again behind the black gas. He opened his mouth and sprayed a fireball the size of a head out of the center of the black gas.

While the fireball hit the black air, the black palm was poked out from the inside and pressed on the middle-aged alchemist's lower abdomen. This time, before he could turn into smoke, an explosion sounded, and the middle-aged alchemist's body flew backwards.

The moment the middle-aged alchemist was beaten out, the black gas had been ignited by the fireball. With a scream, the black gas that was still on fire suddenly dissipated, spitting out the white bearded old man inside. The white beard on the face of the old man now was almost burned and his body was covered with scalding. Fortunately, the fire was only spreading in the black gas and did not burn directly on him.

Looking at the old man with white beards who had no white beards, he was so excited that he was so cold. Gui Bugui, who was hiding behind the mountain bag, couldn't help but cover his mouth and laughed, and said to Wu Mian with a smile: "Even if this old guy wants to pretend to be Huang Ping, he must touch his bottom in advance. Huang Ping had other abilities back then, and fire control techniques were excellent. If he was burned to death by the fire, he would be the real Huang Ping's man."

Wu Mian stared at the lower body, hesitated for a moment, and said to Gui Bugui: "So who was the person last night? That person's magic is more than ten times stronger than the fake Huang Ping below. Since it's not him, who is it..."

Just as Wu Mian and the others were talking, the middle-aged alchemist who flew out more than ten feet and fell to the ground had already stood up. His face was pale as if white paper. After staring at the fake Huang Ping for a while, a mouthful of blood was spurted out. After the blood was spurted out, his face turned a little better. After he took a breath, he said to the fake Huang Ping: "I have heard of the Liujia warlock Huang Ping. You are not him. What is your purpose in pretending to be his name?"

"Now your five internal organs have been seriously injured. I am also very impressed by how I can't stand up..." At this time, the fake Huang Ping smiled grimly, paused for a moment, and continued to say to the middle-aged alchemist: "Whether real Huang Ping or fake Huang Ping, you will eventually reincarnate in my hands today." As he spoke, a black gas came out of the palm of the fake Huang Ping's hand. The black gas quickly condensed into a bronze sword in his hand.

After the black air bronze sword was in hand, the fake Huang Ping stopped talking, he was no longer using magic, and he strode towards the position of the middle-aged alchemist.

The middle-aged alchemist sneered. When he was about to use magic to deal with the fake Huang Ping, his face suddenly changed. He turned around and looked at the position of King Huainan, and shouted: "I didn't see that it was you,"

Just after this sentence was said, the old man with white beard pretended to be Huang Ping had already arrived at the middle-aged alchemist. He immediately raised his sword and cut off the head of the middle-aged alchemist who had no sense of resistance. Before his head landed, he finally shouted: "Happy,"
Chapter completed!