I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Zhang Heng was speechless for a while: "What about the reward of Yiqi Pill."

There was a confident smile on Xie Wu's face that despised everything: "Although my family is a little downright now, I still have tens of thousands of bottles of Yiqi Pills that I can use for my practice. Don't worry about that."

Do you provide tens of thousands of Yiqi Pills casually?

It turns out that he is an invisible local tyrant, so he is still worried about others.

Zhang Heng complained to himself in his heart, nodded silently, and watched Xie Wu turn around and leave incomparably.

At the same time, Zhang Heng also secretly made up his mind to fight for 20 games tonight, at least to become a bronze brave.

Zhang Heng told himself: "Brother is not stimulated by the local tyrant Xie Wu, brother is suddenly self-confident and wants to challenge himself."

"Brother's decision is definitely not to get more Yiqi Pill rewards!"

The third matchup began.

Zhang Heng's opponent was a young man with double knives.

Zhang Heng shook his head involuntarily after sensing the total amount of vitality in the opponent's body with the help of the "potential" and with the help of his five senses.

When the young man saw it, his eyebrows changed suddenly, his eyes fixed on Zhang Heng and he said, "What do you mean? What do you mean by shaking your head?"

After listening to the other party's question, Zhang Heng immediately touched his nose with embarrassment, and replied: "I think my answer, you won't like listening."

"But since you asked, I'm so honest, it's natural not to lie to you."

"I shook my head just now because I don't think you are my opponent. More accurately, you are not my enemy."

"I don't need to run jerk, I only need one move to defeat you."

"My answer, are you satisfied?"

The young man listened to Zhang Heng's words, but instead of his previous displeasure, he was just very jealous, watching the young man younger than himself in front of him, watching the dark and powerful Overlord's gun in Zhang Heng's left hand.

Immediately afterwards, the young man saw Zhang Heng's right hand. Zhang Heng's right hand was drooping. He couldn't help but his eyes lit up without moving. Then he asked, "What's wrong with your right hand? It was in the last duel and was injured. Huh?"

After listening, Zhang Heng was too lazy to conceal it, and replied realistically: "Yes, I was injured in the previous battle. Up to now, I can't use force."

The young man listened, raised his eyebrows lightly, a relaxed look slowly appeared on his face, and then jokingly said: "So you were all bluffing before, right?"

"Do you think I will be intimidated by someone who has abolished one hand? Do you think I will be defeated by someone who can only fight with one hand?"

Zhang Heng looked sideways at the young man in front of him. He felt that his answer just now made him misunderstand something. But it doesn't matter, Zhang Heng is not going to be friends with each other anyway, just misunderstand misunderstandings.

Zhang Heng looked at the eager young man in front of him, and said, "Can I beat you with one hand, I'll know if I try?"

Hearing the look on his face, the young man became even more arrogant and arrogant, and said to Zhang Heng: "Yes, we will know whoever wins or loses."

"Oh, by the way, on the battlefield, I can only go all out, so don't blame me for being a handicapped person."

After speaking, the young man raised his head to the sky and laughed, as if he had the chance to win the next game.

Zhang Heng was already too lazy to pay attention to each other. He turned his head to look at the white-haired elegant old man standing beside them, and asked, "Can the duel begin? Someone remembers to die, I want to fulfill him quickly."

The elegant white-haired old man looked at the young man, and the young man nodded without hesitation.

So the white-haired and elegant old man announced that the third round of the Black Iron Warriors will begin now.

The young man looked at Zhang Heng in front of him and continued to provoke death: "Young man, I will let you know what regret is. Now, come and die!"

To the young man's provocation, Zhang Heng only answered a good word, and the good word was exported, and the Overlord Gun in Zhang Heng's hand was shot almost at the same time.

The surging vitality poured into the Overlord's Spear, and in the roar of the dragon's roar, the Overlord's Spear was like a black dragon, leaping towards the opposite young man with its teeth and claws.

When the dark-skinned Overlord’s spear came in front of the young man, the young man’s double knives had just been pulled out of the scabbard.

The young man's face was filled with an expression of incredible surprise.

He had never imagined that a brave of the first-grade qi refining realm would actually be able to shoot so quickly. He had never thought that a brave of the first-grade qi refining would be able to bring such a great pressure to himself with a single attack that was not a unique attack.

The young man's thoughts turned, but the desire in his heart stopped at this moment.

Because at this moment, Zhang Heng's Overlord Spear had fallen on the young man's body.

This time, Zhang Heng didn't even use his Overlord's spear to attack the opponent.

He just shot out the barrel of his Overlord's gun.

There was a click, and the young man's right forearm had been fractured. The more violent and domineering impact passed through the young man's right arm into his body.

The body of the young man was like being hit by a meteorite falling from the sky.

With a bang, his entire body was compressed by Zhang Heng's Overlord Spear and hit the floor of the fighting platform.

The turbulent tremendous power pressed the young man's body, causing half of his body to plunge directly into the battlefield ground.

The young man didn't even have time to say a word, before he could resist a move, he was shot directly by Zhang Heng into the ground of the fighting platform.

On the semi-circular square, everyone in the room saw such a clean and domineering blow, and all of them immediately boiled with blood and shouted Zhang Heng's name loudly.

Just as the crowd was boiling and shouting, Zhang Heng looked down at the young man whose head half was plunged into the ground, and then glanced at the opponent's right arm that was discounted by his shot. A strange look appeared in the corners of Zhang Heng's mouth: " Now everyone is the same. Your right arm is also disabled."

On the 9th floor of Tianze Building, the owner's study room.

Lou Zhu stared at his right arm Alian: "Zhang Heng, is this guy so powerful? It's just a trick. He didn't even use his unique skills, and he defeated the opponent straight and neatly."

"By the way, if you said he did it on purpose, someone said that his right hand was crippled. When he shot, he broke his right arm into a fracture. It's a dignified man, hesitating, so stingy."

At this point, the hostess Xiao could not help but roll his eyes.

"This..." A-Lian didn't know how to answer Xiao Louzhu's question for a while, and then after a little thought, he replied solemnly: "The strength of that young man is the combat power level of the mainstream first-rank black iron brave. The two people who had previously confronted Zhang Heng had definitely more than the level of a rank 1 black iron brave, and even more than the level of a rank 1 bronze brave. The combat power of the two had at least reached the level of a rank 1 silver brave."

"Even Xie Wu, if he doesn't leave, he might have the strength to advance to the first-grade golden brave."

"And Zhang Heng, who was able to defeat the two, with his combat power, in the next duel, it is normal to crush the Black Iron Brave all the way. His strength is already crushing the Black Iron Brave. "

After talking about this, A-Lian suddenly smiled, and then said: "As for him to be careless, I think it is good to be such a caretaker. Repaying virtue with virtue and directly reporting complaints is the most normal behavior."

"Since the other party rants and insults Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng should be punished as he deserves."

"What's more, after being replaced by other brave men, after being humiliated in every possible way, I am afraid that he has already moved the murderous intention. In the next duel, it is normal to directly kill the killer and kill the young man. Zhang Heng is just He knocked the opponent out, which shows that he is not simply a brutal murderer."

After listening to A-Lian’s words, Louzhu Xiao didn’t complain about anything. Instead, he muttered to himself: “That’s right, he is going to be a first-grade gatekeeper. If he participates in the lowest-level Black Iron Brave duel, It takes an all-out hard fight to be able to finally fight against the monk opponent, then what qualifications does he have to become the first-grade guardian of my Tian Ze Lou?"

First grade black iron fighting platform.

The white-haired and elegant old man silently counted nine in his heart. After confirming that the young man whose body was beaten into the ground would be almost impossible to wake up for a while, he finally glanced at Zhang Heng next to him with a weird expression. Waved his hand at the fighting platform.

Afterwards, two chores came up from the stage. One person took the young man away with one leg like a sack, and went to treat the injury. The other stayed and looked down at the pit on the ground that was smashed by the young man. After watching the hole for a while, he shook his head slightly to the elegant old man with Eight Techniques, and signaled the destruction of the scene, as a failure to meet, temporarily it is not possible to fix it.

After doing some temporary treatment on the forced ground, he turned and left.

At the same time, the white-haired old man had already stood in the center of the fighting platform and announced his victory. It was the young Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng listened to the eight-legged old man, smiled slightly at the audience, nodded, then turned and left.

Even if he left, Zhang Heng could still hear cheers and screaming his name from behind.

This feeling rang out from Tang Zhangheng, those star artists who were on the stage in the previous life.

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng couldn't help but shook his head immediately: "No, no, I am not selling laughs, nor selling laughs, nor doing art. I am honing my cultivation skills. The reaction of everyone in the audience is also a kind of tempering myself , Young Zhang Heng, you should stick to your heart and not be cheered a few times, Tao Taoran doesn’t know how high the world is.

In the fourth duel, Zhang Heng had to change a fighting platform because the previous fighting platform was badly broken.

This time, Zhang Heng's opponent was a little fat man who was somewhat similar to Senior Brother Liang Peng.