"Pu Yue Dip?" Mu Ge and Ming Xixi were a little surprised. Pu Yue Dip, a famous disguise master, could this fake monk Wukong hide his face for more than ten years without being noticed. Who else can be in the world except him? He has such unique and superb skills?
However, apart from the monk Wukong of Shaolin Temple, how many people are disguised by him?
Jue Xinyuan looked blankly at the face in his hand, as if he didn't hear Pu Yue dipping, and looked at his appearance like air.
Ming Xixi suddenly asked, "You are also fake and inferior products, right?"
Pu Yue looked at her with a smile, then quickly attacked the monk Wukong on the ground. No sound was made, and the poor monk Wukong went to see God.
Jue Xinyuan looked at Pu Yuetian in shock and murmured, "Mr. Pu, did you kill Wukong?"
"It's not me. Wukong was already dead when he was sent. My job was to disguise Mala and turn him into a monk Wukong." Pu Yuetian answered truthfully.
"Who killed Wukong?" Jue Xinyuan asked. The past years were vivid in his mind. Wukong was one of his rare friends, the kind of friend who could talk about heroes by cooking wine. Wukong's martial arts hidden in his profound martial arts and always low-key. He didn't believe who would run to kill Wukong and use him.
At the same time, he felt extremely terrible. For more than ten years, he could not realize that Wukong was no longer Wukong.
Pu Yue said, "I don't know. Wukong is the first corpse that disguised himself as a whole face after I left the Nanxi tribe."
He said it very naturally without any anxiety, guilt or regret. For him, no matter what material it is used for disguise, it is like a doctor giving medicine or surgery on a patient, which is commonplace. Only money can bring him some concept.
Jue Xinyuan couldn't help but cry in grief: "Mr. Pu, you know why you haven't told me?"
Pu Yue said coldly: "I am only responsible for surgery and collecting money, and I ignore everything else."
Jue Xinyuan couldn't help but feel sad and angry: "Is there only money in your eyes? Wukong is my friend for many years, and you have received his help! Pu Yue Dip, do you have a conscience?"
"Is conscience more important than money? There are more people who have helped me. Do you want me to be grateful all my life?" Pu Yue said ruthlessly in cold blood, "In this world, I only recognize money as a friend. Other people's life and death have nothing to do with me."
"You! Lord Pu, I really misjudged you!" Jue Xinyuan held the face and suddenly laughed to the sky! What an absurd life and what a funny meeting. When we met every few days, he only saw a face that belonged to his friend!
Pu Yue dipped ruthlessly and poured a basin of cold water on him: "I feel far away from my heart, don't forget, you and I will be here, what is the end for? How can others achieve our dreams if they don't die?"
I was stunned for a moment and couldn't find any powerful words to refute.
"Stinky stone, this person has defiled the word "Master" Ming Xixi frowned. Not only that, as the little cutie of spiritual consciousness reminded, this person does carry a powerful spiritual consciousness, and there is an unusual energy that cannot be seen by the naked eye on him, which can be felt by anyone who practices a strong internal energy.
She suddenly wondered whether this person was really a Pu Yue dip? No matter how talented a person is, he would only achieve one or two amazing skills in his life. In the world, only those who have entered the path of cultivation can improve step by step through years of practice, and thus have the possibility of opening up the spiritual consciousness.
However, because long-term practice is an extremely boring and painful thing, many people desire to practice and become aliens with spiritual consciousness, and give up because they can't hold on.
Because of this, there are many people who practice cultivation, but in the end there are few who have truly succeeded.
Pu Yue's disguise is famous all over the world. How could he have so much time to practice without hesitation?
"Stinky stone, this person may be a fake." Ming Xixi thought of this and spoke again.
Mu Ge's eyes flashed with cold light and said, "This person has a strong aura. Wu Sister, be careful in everything."
Pu Yue looked at Mu Ge and Ming Xixi opposite, smiled strangely, and said, "It is indeed amazing to kill so many of me, the two of you join forces. Now, let me learn about it. Should you come in turn or go together?"
The words were calm and the face was smiling, but the frivolous and arrogant feeling was revealed in my bones.
Pu Yuezhen is very famous, always alone and low-key, and no one knows how he is. Muge and Ming Xixi looked at each other, and Ming Xixi also smiled and said, "Since you invite us to join us, it's better to obey your orders."
In just a blink of an eye, a powerful energy was emitted from Pu Yue's body, which flew high with his wide robe. Muge and Ming Xixi, who were three or four meters away, felt a force coming towards him.
Ming Xixi quickly recited the true magic secret of the Immortal Art, held Shang Muge's right hand with his hand, and his palms faced him, and transferred some of the protective body formed by the spiritual power of the divine world to him.
Pu Yue drifted close to the ground and attacked her. Her big palms were thin white and slender, with a continuous yin force, and it raised up like a gentle breeze and drizzle. Countless fine silver needles shot out from his body, and it was flying like a scattered rain.
Two red and white sword lights flashed through the air, and sword flowers fell in an instant. The subtle "ding" sound of the shocked "dang" flew around without long eyes. Jue Xinyuan, who was standing far away, and a group of remaining red-clothed masked men, saw this, they all retreated. The poor Shuiying Palace and Diancang's disciples who could not move on the ground were unable to move because of the restriction of the acupoints. They were stabbed by several silver needles that flew over and died without a cup of tea.
Jue Xinyuan was secretly shocked, what a vicious poisonous needle!
At this time, Pu Yue dipped in the phantom and said, and there was an extra weapon in her hand that looked like a sword but not a sword. The whole body was shining with a dark and cold light. The cold air emitted was filled with a strong yin energy, making people feel as if they were in front of the gate of hell on a cold night in the cold winter.
The black sword danced like a snake, Xiao Sha's sword energy swept up the smoke and fallen leaves on the ground. The trees closest to it made a "crack" sound. Pu Yue dipped the powerful aura emitted by her whole body, forcing a nearby telephone pole to shake and collapse.
Ming Xixi glanced past his eyes in an instant. When his thoughts flashed, he suddenly flew up into the sky and turned back halfway. His sleeves of red silk flew like a dragon. Two strong forces scraped towards the top of the shaking telephone pole. His movements continued to stop. He turned around and stepped in the air. The Tianquan Sword drew a cold moonlight, like a string of dewdrops condensed, and quickly hit several lines above.
At the same time, the murge on the ground was entangled with a rare blood sword in the world. Because of the protective body given by Ming Xixi, his attack was very open, and each move showed a kind of generosity.
Pu Yue dipped into the moment when Ming Xixi turned back and flew out of the red silk in the air, and understood her purpose. She crossed the mountain and cut eight successful forces and stabbed Mu Ge, and her left palm cohesively pushed the sky. The huge internal force rushed towards Ming Xixi like a whirlwind.
The energy flowed and condensed, Pu Yue dipped her body and turned into the air, and her left palm once again emitted strong internal force.
Mu Ge dodged his body, and the blood sword "clang" sounded crisply, resisting the opponent's strong internal force, followed by a "Canglong Dance", leaving the ground, and once again entangled with Pu Yue's footsteps.
Shaking his body slightly, Ming Xixi dodged and floated back a few steps, instantly moved in the air to dodge, and flew back, and the sword flowers drawn by the Tianquan Sword were rolling like white waves, and the waves were surging and green light attacking the coming Pu Yue.