Chapter 287: Imposter Martial God, the generation

Martial God?

In this world, besides himself, there was another Martial God?

Xiao Mochen looked into the distance and saw a handsome scholar and three stunning women coming toward the tea shed.

One woman wore a green long dress, looking agile and lively, like a loli.

One woman wore a white dress, looking gentle, but with a coldness that kept people thousands of miles away.

One woman wore a black dress, looking heroic.

The three women had different temperaments, but they had one thing in common.

That was their peerless beauty; they were all beauties who could topple cities.

"This can be called the Martial God?"

Xiao Mochen's head was buzzing.

He could feel that this man and the three women were clearly weaklings.

They didn't even have the Innate Realm.

Could people like this be called the Martial God?

"Otherwise, are you the Martial God?"

A martial artist couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Why can't I be the Martial God?"

Xiao Mochen was amused.

In this Nine Provinces where communication was not developed, how difficult it must be to recognize a person.

He was standing in front of them, and no one could recognize his identity.

"Stop joking, you even dare to impersonate the Martial God!"

"You, your appearance is indeed good, and your temperament is also good."

"If it were an ordinary person, perhaps they would really be deceived by you, but the Martial God has one biggest characteristic, which determines you cannot be the Martial God!"

A martial artist looked at Xiao Mochen.

He found that Xiao Mochen was indeed somewhat similar to the rumored Martial God.

Even better-looking than the scholar walking from afar.

However, he knew Xiao Mochen was definitely not the Martial God.

"Oh? Tell me, what characteristics does the Martial God have!"

Xiao Mochen became interested.

What did he look like in the eyes of the world?

"The characteristics of the Martial God, first of all, is naturally handsome!"

"It is rumored that the Martial God is an immortal descending to earth, with a peerless appearance; your appearance is not bad."

"However, the Martial God has another characteristic."

"That is, he is never short of beauties by his side; you don't even have a woman by your side, how could you be the Martial God."

"Look at that person, three beauties accompanying him; although his appearance is not as good as yours, I fear only the Martial God can have this kind of treatment in the Wu Lin!"

Everyone analyzed.

In their view, the Martial God Xiao Mochen was never short of women.

And the most important point, it was rumored that when the Martial God didn't make a move, he was like a stranger's son, like a scholarly noble son.

The scholar walking toward them undoubtedly fit this.

Xiao Mochen: "???"

Was it wrong for him not to bring women by his side?

In their eyes, he was a love saint?

However, thinking carefully, there was some truth to it.

There were many handsome sons in the Wu Lin, and many beauties.

A few beauties together were not few.

A son and a beauty were not few.

But a son with a few beauties, and having to meet the above conditions, that was few.

If he weren't Xiao Mochen, he feared he would also misunderstand.

As they were talking, the man and three women had already walked into the tea shed.

"Waiter, bring a pot of good tea!"

The scholar greeted.

But the next moment, he felt that everyone in the tea shed was looking at him.

This made the scholar tremble, and he hurriedly looked at the three women.

"Did we encounter bad people again?"

The green-clothed girl said crisply.

And from her sleeve, a white sable poked out.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Mochen already had the answer in his heart.

This group of people, I fear they were undoubtedly Duan Yu, Mu Wanqing, and Zhong Ling.

However, that white-dressed woman, he had no impression of.

Could it be Wang Yuyan?

"You, what do you want to do?"

"I am not afraid of you!"

The scholar looked at everyone walking toward him and scolded hurriedly.

"The Martial God is naturally not afraid of us!"

"We just want to toast the Martial God, with no intention of offending."

A martial artist raised his wine bowl.

The scholar: "????"

Martial God?

These people, calling him the Martial God?

"Duan Lang, did they misunderstand?"

"Mistaking you for the Martial God Xiao Mochen?"

Mu Wanqing's brain was quick, and she immediately thought of a possibility, hurriedly transmitting her voice to the scholar.

Upon hearing this, Duan Yu's eyes rolled, and he immediately stood up.

"Hey, I wanted to hide my identity, but I didn't expect to be recognized by you!"

"Not bad, I am the Martial God."

Duan Yu admitted directly.

Even, a plan had already been born in his mind.

"And how do you prove you are the Martial God?"

Xiao Mochen smiled.

Someone was actually impersonating him in front of him?

He didn't mind seeing what kind of bragging this person could do.

"You actually question the Martial God's words?"

"Being able to have beauties by my side, and being handsome myself," ===== CHAPTER 288 =====