Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 110: Fake Yellow Ping

"What are you doing with His Highness King Qi? This is a personal grievance between me and His Highness King Huainan." The middle-aged alchemist smiled slightly at the white-bearded old man, and then continued: "King Huainan is indifferent to today's son, If you don't get rid of him while he is still young, it will become a big problem for the world sooner or later. If you must be buried with him, I don't mind sending you to reincarnation together."

"When did the alchemists start caring about the fortune of the country?" At this time, the King of Huainan, who was hiding among the guards, sneered, and after a pause, he continued: "This king is the one who will sacrifice to the Wujiang River today. Special envoy, dare to assassinate this king as a conspiracy! Think about your nine clans, don't be tempted by traitors, and they will lose their lives in vain..."

"I can't tell that this King of Huainan is still a person. But the stunned guy who plays the big bug on the opposite side is very stunned. It should be a new one in the past one hundred years..." Hidden behind the mountain bag, Gui Bugui hehe He smiled, then looked at Wu Mian, who was on the sidelines with a cold eye, and said, "I originally thought that the King of Huainan was here for Xiang Yu, but now it seems that today's matter is really not that simple. Just wait and see the following stunned worm. It's bad luck..."

"It's just two birds with one stone, but you're right this time, the King of Huainan is a figure." After saying this, Wu Mian turned his eyes back, looked at the return, and continued: "This is In the name of offering sacrifices to Jiang, he not only brought out his own political enemies, but also had the opportunity to solve the trouble of Xiang Yu."

Speaking of this, Wu Mian paused and glanced at the village chief hiding in the corner. Then he said to himself: "What if you were an overlord before you died? Didn't you turn into a soul after all? I'm really curious, why did you keep you until now when I sacrificed to the river a few times before..."

Just as Wu Mian was talking to himself, the two sides facing each other had changed. After the King of Huainan finished speaking, the middle-aged alchemist sneered and said, "Among the kings surnamed Liu, Your Highness is a bit eloquent. But it's a pity that after 100 years of practicing alchemy, the closest relatives in the family died in the war. If you find relatives within the Nine Clan, even if you take them to Huangquan, you will get what you want."

After the middle-aged alchemist finished speaking, the tiger lying at his feet suddenly let out a low growl. The guards around King Huainan shivered involuntarily, and before everyone could react, the fierce tiger swooped and rushed towards King Huainan and everyone.

Just as the tiger ran over, the white-bearded old man walked quickly in the direction of the middle-aged alchemist. After a while, one person and one tiger met. When the tiger jumped up to throw the white-bearded old man down, the old man suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the tiger's forehead. I didn't see how hard he tried, and I heard an earth-shattering explosion from the position of this person and a tiger. Then a blood mist dissipated instantly, wrapping the place.

It didn't take long for the blood mist to slowly dissipate, but only the white-bearded old man stood there alone, and the hanging neck tiger just now disappeared without a trace.

"Good method, I didn't expect His Royal Highness King Huainan to recruit such a powerful person." Seeing that the tiger he had raised was killed in a blink of an eye, the middle-aged alchemist's eyes twitched a few times involuntarily, and then he stared at him coldly. The white-bearded old man, after a pause, continued: "But your Excellency has such an exquisite technique, and he should be a famous person. Why do you hide your head and show your tail, and dare not look at people with your true face?"

"Warlock 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 Your Excellency doesn't know what it is called. Cherish it. In this case, the old man will send your Excellency to reincarnation, and go down to find your relatives."

When speaking, the body of the white-bearded old man exuded a black gas. This black gas has been sticking to him for a long time, and it looks like he is wearing a black armor. At this moment, the middle-aged alchemist's body faintly appeared a few thunder lights, before the white-bearded old man was completely enveloped by the black energy. The middle-aged alchemist suddenly raised his hands high and slashed towards the white-bearded old man.

A crimson lightning, mixed with thunder, fell from the sky and hit the white-bearded old man's head instantly. The thunder and lightning directly dissipated the black energy from his body, and the white-bearded old man swayed a few times, almost sitting on the ground. It's a pity that the middle-aged alchemist's technique can't recruit two lightning bolts in a row, otherwise, the second lightning bolt can directly kill him.

"Is that all you can do?" The white-bearded old man's whole body was pierced by lightning, and he smiled grimly at the middle-aged alchemist. When he spoke, the black air that had spread out gathered again. , which enveloped the white-bearded old man tightly.

At the moment when the white-bearded old man was enveloped in black qi, his whole person and the black qi disappeared instantly. Then, in front of the middle-aged alchemist, a cloud of black air appeared out of thin air. A dark arm protruded from the black air and pressed it towards the middle-aged alchemist's head.

Seeing that the palm was about to touch the top of his head, the middle-aged alchemist's body suddenly spread out like smoke. In the blink of an eye, the smoke condensed into the appearance of a middle-aged alchemist again behind the black air. He opened his mouth and spewed out a head-sized fireball at the center of the black gas.

At the same time as the fireball hit the black air, another palm that had been pitch black protruded from it. It was pressing on the lower abdomen of the middle-aged alchemist, and this time he did not wait for him to turn into smoke. An explosion sounded, and the middle-aged alchemist's body flew backwards.

The moment the middle-aged alchemist was kicked out, the black gas was ignited by the fireball. Along with a scream, the black gas that was still on fire dissipated violently, spitting out the white-bearded old man inside. The white beard on the old man's face was almost burned off, and his body was covered in burns. Fortunately, the fire just spread in the black gas, and did not burn directly on him.

Seeing the white-bearded old man who no longer had a white beard, he was only breathing in pain. Gui Bugui, who was hiding behind the mountain bag, couldn't help but covered his mouth and laughed. He said to Wu Mian with a hippie smile: "This old guy Even if you want to pretend to be Huang Ping, you have to touch his bottom in advance, right? Huang Ping's other skills were mediocre, and his fire control skills were excellent. If he was burned to death like this, the real Huang Ping would be lost."

Wu Mian stared down, and after a moment of hesitation, he said to Gui Bugui: "Then who was that person last night? That person's magic is more than ten times stronger than the fake Huang Ping below, since it is not He, who is that..."

Just as Gui Fugui and Wu Mian were talking, the middle-aged alchemist who flew out a dozen feet and fell to the ground had already stood up. His face was as pale as white paper, and after staring at the fake Huang Ping for a while, a mouthful of blood spurted out. After this mouthful of blood spurted out, his face became a little better. After taking his breath away, he said to the fake Huang Ping: "I have heard of Huang Ping, a six-armed warlock, you are not him. What is the purpose of you fake his name?"

"Now your five internal organs are seriously injured, so you can't stand still. I also admire it a little..." At this time, the fake Huang Ping gave a wicked smile, and after a pause, he continued to the middle-aged alchemist. "It doesn't matter if it's real Huang Ping or fake Huang Ping. Today you are going to be reincarnated in my hands after all!" condensed into a bronze sword.

After the black gas bronze sword was in hand, the fake Huang Ping stopped talking. He is also not using magic, and strode directly towards the position of the middle-aged alchemist.

The middle-aged alchemist had a sneer on his face. Just when he was about to use his magic to deal with the fake Huang Ping, his face suddenly changed greatly, he turned back to look at the position of King Huainan, and shouted: "I don't see it, It's you!"

Just after saying this, the white-bearded old man Fake Huang Ping has arrived at the middle-aged alchemist's side. Immediately with the sword in his hand, he chopped off the head of the middle-aged alchemist who had no resistance at all. Before his head fell to the ground, he finally shouted: "Happy!"

When the head fell to the ground, the middle-aged alchemist's cavity spurted out blood, splashing the fake Huang Ping all over his face