HongHuang I am The Demon Kunpeng

"No, brother, the Maoshan Sect is already fighting. How can we stop it?" Huang Rong said.

Kunpeng's face was a bit solemn: "Let's go and see the situation first, and then we can talk about it."

In fact, he was still a little worried about Ge Hong, the head of the Maoshan sect. His strength was too low, only the third level of the gods, and in their sect, the disciples of the ninth level of the gods were already over a hundred.

A head with a low level of cultivation, even if you are a direct disciple of the Heavenly Demon, and if you are a disciple of a few generations, it will be difficult to overwhelm those disciples who are far superior to you.

The longer the time, the greater their dissatisfaction.

Flying over the battlefield of the group battle, they found that these people did not fight on a large scale, they were only colliding in a small area, and they had not yet reached the point of using swords.

"Fortunately, it may be controllable."

Kunpeng involuntarily relaxed for a while, leading Mei Chaofeng and Huang Rong to fall quickly to the top of the crowd.

Ge Hong and others all discovered the arrival of the Kunpeng trio, and some of the Maoshan Sect disciples who were facing each other thought that the foreign enemy had invaded and quickly took off to intercept them.

"Stop it, do you know who they are?" Ge Hong quickly stopped.

These Maoshan sect disciples who rose into the air were both from Ge Hong's side and against his disciples, but when things happened, they were still able to put aside their differences. This point also made Kun Peng gratified, but at the same time somewhat melancholy.

Perhaps because of their unity in the face of foreign enemies, it would be difficult to subdue them and let them depart from the spiritual world and oppose the spiritual world.

Fortunately, not long after the Maoshan Sect joined the spirit world, the hearts of the people have not been so cohesive. But Raksha Gate and other sects, I'm afraid it will be more difficult to win.

"Brother, you are finally here." Ge Hong flew up to greet him, his face was full of respect, and many of the disciples gathered below could not help but frown.

Is their head in awe of these three people too much?

The Maoshan Sect is a big sect, if it weren't for the gods to come, would they have to sullen in such a low voice, as if a slave saw his master. Even those disciples who supported Ge Hong were whispering in their hearts.

The Kunpeng trio followed Ge Hong and landed on a high platform, facing the tens of thousands of Maoshan Sect disciples on the huge training ground, they just kept their faces dark and did not speak.

He needs to create a kind of coercion for them, so he didn't realize his aura slowly spread out, covering the entire training ground.

Seeing that Kun Peng ignored him, his forehead slowly dripped with fine beads of sweat. He was worried that Kun Peng would teach him or even kill him, and when he was looking for another candidate for the head, he felt an unprecedented pressure.

All other Maoshan Sect disciples felt it too.

This training ground can accommodate nearly 100,000 people, and now, although they are in a state of confrontation, they are divided into two obvious camps, apart from some neutrals who are watching from a distance, they also stand about 30,000 people.

These people didn't feel anything at first, but when they gradually felt a kind of almost suffocating pressure, they realized that they even had some difficulty in moving.

They also reacted instantly, and a super master came. Quickly, everyone's eyes turned to the three Kunpeng people, and they also saw his serious and even scary expression.

Except for the disciples who had participated in the hegemony competition, no one knew Kunpeng and them, so everyone immediately calmed down.

After another while, Kun Peng withdrew from the coercive aura fiercely. ..