The Yiqiu King didn't know that Chen Ang and Wukong had disappeared for a while, and he didn't even know that the one who dealt with him at this time had become a hairy clone of Wukong. He was ordered by his master to torture the baboon demon and to conduct an anatomy on it, and that Zhou Bofu was just mentally ill, and he was about to go crazy.

When the King of Yiqiu saw Chen Ang attending, he quickly changed into the warmest smile and asked his guards to bring a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, held his hand and came to Chen Ang.

King Yiqiu lowered his posture, took the initiative to compliment a few words, and asked, "Xiao Wang has a heartless request, so I will ask the Immortal Chief to consider it. My son has been naughty since childhood, but I love it very much. He admired the Immortal Emperor. Today, he saw that the Immortal Emperor's magical powers and magic powers were extraordinary, so he wanted to worship under the Immortal Emperor and learn some skills. Xiao Wang took the liberty to invite him, and asked the Immortal Emperor not to blame him!"

"How dare you?" Chen Ang looked at the boy with a smile. For some reason, when King Yiqiu saw Chen Ang's eyes, his back suddenly became a little cold, and he always felt like he was cheating someone.

The young man was wearing a brocade dress and was extremely energetic. But Chen Ang really liked such a person with nostrils facing the sky and arrogant.

It's not that he has a starting point, the "senior master" in the ancient fantasy world, and he likes to beg for a disciple to come back to worship. The boy is not the protagonist of the third-rate fantasy. His name is just an ordinary Quan Rong and Hu Ming, nor is it called Long Aotian, Ye Xingfeng, Jian Shang, Leng Ye or the like.

It is really just when Chen Ang formulated an experimental plan and his desire to study is high, he can see such beautiful talents and beauty, which is really natural... Just now, Chen Ang was still feeling that although Yuantong also looks quite potential, there is a passion for incense. Although Chen Ang has conducted many experiments with his apprentice, there are not only one or two people who are crazy under his command.

But those are experiments with relatively small side effects, such as those who feed their disciples to take drugs, Chen Ang is more willing to catch some wild mice to use.

As soon as the thought came, someone took the initiative to send materials. In order to avoid Chen Ang’s guilt (it didn’t exist), he arranged a person with a nostrils facing the sky and arrogance, which was really a perfect match. Although Chen Ang had never cared about things like sympathy and kindness, he also happily accepted this comprehensive arrangement!

The young man called Chile, and was the sixth son of the King of Yiqu. Now the leader of Yuzhi's tribe is his uncle. Among the six tribes of Yiqu, there are four rebels who supported Ju Yan's usurpation of the throne. The only two tribes that supported the King of Yiqu were the Yuzhi tribe, so he was the most loved by the King of Yiqu, but some of this was for his uncle and some of the natural family affection, so it was hard to say!

Chen Ang thought about it, but he still shirked his responsibility: "My master and apprentice are traveling westward and studying. I can't stay in this Yiqu Kingdom for a long time. Sooner or later, the relationship between the king and Lingzi is thicker than that of water! When the journey is set off, wouldn't it be called the two of them to separate their flesh and blood? And seeing the Sixth Prince's great stature and the image of someone's ruler, I'm not sure how long it takes to study with me, a poor man, to go west. Will it be a loss of hope to inherit the throne in the future?"

Hearing the four words "Inheriting the Great Orthodox", the young man's face changed. He didn't think that following the "God" to the evil place like Gui Fangrong's army was more important than inheriting the orthodox of Yiqu Kingdom. He originally suppressed his face because of a little awe of Chen Ang's magical powers, but now he can't stand it.

The young man raised his face and pointed his nostrils at Chen Ang and said, "Who are you? What are the abilities to be my master?"

Before the Yiqiu King could stop him, the guy sneered: "A mere illusion of manipulating plants and trees is as powerful as the magic of wizards? The wizards in our clan can restrain ghosts and gods, practice witchcraft, behead their heads and kill people without death, drive away the plague, and slaughter a large tribe of thousands of people, and call those powerful warriors to die of pus and blood, screaming for seven days and seven nights."

"They dare not even say that they accept me as their disciple. What are your abilities and dare to say such big talk? Just your illusion?"

The sixth prince Chile pointed to the mandala flower full of deer platforms, looked disdainful and shouted: "You demonstrate a few magic tricks first. If it is really that powerful, I will accept you as my teacher!"

Chen Ang felt quite emotional. Although he had tried his best to despise the IQ of those idiots, he often found out that he underestimated the stupidity of those people, but he only smiled slightly and said before the King of Yiqiu panic: "I have no ability, and I dare to accept the Sixth Prince as his disciple. Wukong... Come here!"

Wukong was watching the joke on the side, and when he heard Chen Ang's order, he immediately jumped out and said, "Master has any instructions, just call me!"

"The Sixth Prince wants to test the magic of our master and apprentice. Take a few hands to show him. If the Sixth Prince still respects us, our master and apprentice will have a noble support!" Chen Ang said lightly.

Wukong grabbed his right cheek and shouted, "Master, are you accepting an apprentice or asking an old man! When his apprentice became a disciple, he never dared to say this!"

Chen Ang smiled and said, "How dare you accept the Sixth Prince as your disciple? You just teach some interesting magic to relieve the Sixth Prince!"

Wukong heard the song and knew his intentions, and also smiled and said, "Master, you have been cheating and cheating, you have been exposed! Our masters and disciples have no magic, they are all deceptive little illusions, such as paper men and horses, and ecstasy and medicine. I will demonstrate one to the nobles!"

After saying that, he took out a piece of yellow paper, cut a human figure with his hand, and blew a breath. The yellow paper man grew a foot taller. Wukong pretended to be sweating profusely, and blew seven times there, making him feel embarrassed. He then blew the paper man as big as an ordinary person. He secretly asked Chen Ang, "Master, what kind of magic are you showing him?"

Chen Ang said calmly: "This child is a uncle. Now in the first month of the year, I think his hair should be cut!"

"It's easy to say! It's easy to say!" Wukong smiled and asked the Sixth Prince, "Does the prince have anyone you want to see? I'll just arrest his soul! Let him talk to the Sixth Prince."

The sixth prince sneered, "Can your Taoist practices also restrain your soul? Even if you can't do anything, you're probably lying to me with illusions! If you have the ability, please invite my uncle and I'll say a few words to him!"

Wukong looked embarrassed and hesitated: "What... what does the prince's uncle look like? Does he have a personal token? It's best to let me see it..."
Chapter completed!