The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

"Then I will fulfill you."

A red light shot towards Chu Heng.

The breath of death rushed over.

A figure appeared in front of Chu Heng.

Raising his hand, he caught the red light.

"Little friend, we meet again!"

Lei Gongzui, with yellow hair...

From the looks of it, it was clearly the pensive ghost that Chu Heng met in the Demon Locking Tower that day.

Chu Heng couldn't help but smile in his heart. If this pensive ghost really guessed that person himself, he would be in danger today.

No matter how strong this Xizutian is, in front of this person, I'm afraid it's not enough!

Right now.

Xizutian's body also became silent.

He felt that this person was more difficult to mess with than others.

"Who are you?" Xizutian's voice was obviously cautious!

"Even my grandson doesn't recognize you, you devil, you have too little eyesight!"

The pensive ghost chuckled, "Sun Wukong, Monkey King!".

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Monkey King!

Even Xizutian was silent when he heard this name. He understood better than Chu Heng what these four words represent.

However, no matter how strong Monkey King is, he will not be afraid.

His old rival, Maitreya Buddha, is at the same level as Monkey King.

"Monkey King, what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing? The old grandson came here when he wanted to. Why do you ask me, but you are an ugly monster, what are you doing here?"

Monkey King scratched his head and said a little boringly.

"Well, you do your thing, I do mine, you don't hinder me, and I won't hinder you."

Xizutian is still somewhat afraid of him.

"Not good, not good."

Sun Wukong shook his head: "The person you want to kill is the one I want to protect."

"So you're here to ruin my business?"

Xizutian's tone had already softened.

"Yes, so what?"

The giant eyes in the sky that day seemed to be irritated by him.

"You have to think about it. There are regulations in your fairy world. Immortals are not allowed to use force in the mortal world. You can't beat me."

"Xiantiao, what is that? My grandson never knew."

Xizutian was silent.

"You are, do you have to fight against me? Monkey King, others are afraid of you, but I am not.~)"

"It's best not to be afraid!"

"Hit whenever you want, grind and chirp, are you tired of it?"

Sun Wukong seemed to be impatient, and changed himself.

I saw: wearing golden armour, shining brightly, and wearing a golden crown on the head, reflecting the light.Holding a golden cudgel in one hand, and cloud shoes on one's feet are both commensurate.A pair of strange eyes are like a star, and the ears are over the shoulders and hard.Only when you stand upright can you change a lot, and your voice is as loud as a bell.

It was his Monkey King outfit.

The fighting spirit in his eyes was surging: "Come on! My old grandson hasn't exercised for a long time!"

When he squeezed his right hand, an embroidery needle appeared in Zhijian.

The wind will be big.

Glittering and shining, a golden rod as thick as a sea bowl appeared in his hand.

Ruyi Golden Cudgel.

After hearing this, Xi Zutian knew that he was intentionally making trouble for him: "Very well, since you want to seek death, I will help you too."

"Sun Wukong, others are afraid of you, but I am not. You are just a demon king, it's ridiculous to talk about the Monkey King!"