I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

That thousand-year-old red sandalwood hairpin was clearly held in Zhang Heng's hand just now.

But now, except for the hairpin of this thousand-year-old red sandalwood hairpin, the entire three-inch-long body of the hairpin, except for the hairpin, has been completely submerged in the hard and anomalous meteorite.

Everyone looked at the red sandalwood hairpin on the meteorite outside the sky and looked at Zhang Heng who was standing in the distance.

They had never expected that Zhang Heng had been so far away before, and compared to the meteorites outside the sky, he was actually preparing to shoot sandalwood hairpins on the spot.

You know, the distance between Zhang Heng's location and the meteorite outside the sky is more than ten feet away, at least four times the distance at which Mrs. Wei launches the jade hairpin.

In the end, Zhang Heng actually shot the red sandalwood hairpin in his hand into the meteorite outside the sky.

Not only was it shot into the meteorite outside the sky, but it was not like Madam Wei's jade hairpin. It only shot into a depth of two inches, but the three-inch hairpin body was completely submerged.

What's more, the material of jade hairpin is harder than the material of red sandalwood hairpin.

However, Zhang Heng just used this sandalwood hairpin, which was many times inferior to the jade hairpin, and was more than ten feet away from the outer meteorite, and directly submerged the three-inch hairpin into the outer meteorite.

Mrs. Wei was able to compare the hardness of the material to the outer meteorite, and the jade hairpin, which was slightly inferior to the outer meteorite, was inserted into the outer meteorite to a depth of two inches beyond three feet. In the eyes of many people, it was already amazing and incredible.

As for what Zhang Heng is doing now, everyone doesn't know how to describe it.

Everyone just stared dullly at the sandalwood hairpin on the meteorite outside the sky, and Zhang Heng who stood calmly beside the purple-robed man.

Seeing this, the face muscles under the mask couldn’t help but violently twitch a few times in the purple-robed man’s face. Suddenly, a thought came into his heart, that is, taking advantage of Zhang Heng’s presence in front of him, to kill him directly, so as not to support him. The tiger's legacy was not easy to clean up afterwards.

However, thinking of Zhang Heng's incredible method, the Zipao man still did not make a move, because even he himself now has no confidence to kill Zhang Heng.

It is difficult for everyone to understand this.

For Zhang Heng, this matter couldn't be simpler.

If he wants to, if not to avoid being too shocking, Zhang Heng can even throw a sandalwood hairpin in his hand more than ten meters away, and instantly penetrate the meteorite the size of a small hill.

After all, Zhang Heng's current understanding and application of strength may not be comparable to the second largest realm of many brave men, the masters of the chakra realm.

He may be the world of Heavenly Tribulation, the first person to break the formidable barrier between the warrior and the brave, and for the first time to try to integrate the strength of the brave's mastery with the martial arts tactics.

The powerful power that the fusion of the two can stimulate directly exceeds the limit of everyone's imagination.

Zhang Heng's understanding of Jinli has now surpassed the weapon in his hand.

Now he only needs to take one thing in his hand, and then understand a little together, he can roughly understand what kind of mysterious power he needs to use before he has learned from the **** in order to exert the greatest power of this thing.

Nowadays, any opinions, even things that are not weapons, even a bench, a blade of grass, a handful of dust, he can directly exert its great power in the blink of an eye.

Others, even people in many chakra states, and even people in the third largest state of the brave, in the gods, are still limited to the use of strength of a certain elementary soldier, and they cannot, extend it, and use it equally well. Above other types of Yuan soldiers.

Even people in the chakra state of the brave and the **** hidden state still have great restrictions on the use of strength.

Needless to say, it has been withered day by day, and the cultivator of the martial arts is becoming rarer.

The way of a martial artist lies in the forging of the body and the tempering of the flesh.

And as long as the body is continuously tempered, the warrior will be able to continuously gain the absolute strength of the body.

It is also because the improvement of the martial artist's absolute strength is more simple and convenient than that of the brave.

In this way, Tarzan was lost in sight.

Everyone is obsessed with the continuous growth of their own strength, and forgets, to understand, to ponder the higher skills and methods of using these own strength.

As a result, the warrior who was supposed to be at the forefront of the field of strength, in the end, the understanding of strength gradually lags behind the brave.

Just like many warriors around, seeing Mrs. Wei who is a brave refining first-grade qi, just barely become a child in the state of jerk, and directly shoot the jade hairpin into the meteorite outside the sky, they are beyond surprise.

They don't know that such ability is not a very difficult thing among brave men.

And Mrs. Wei's understanding of strength is nothing more than okay, which is far worse than many geniuses.

Needless to say, I want to compare with Zhang Heng.

At this moment, Zhang Heng's hand was completely shocked, and a middle-aged man's voice suddenly came from the silent crowd around him: "Since the first round is over, how can the outcome of this round be determined? ."

It was Sun Yaoting, the head of the North Sea Escort.

When Sun Yaoting said this sentence at this time, it was obvious that it meant something.

Because, the rules agreed by Zhang Heng and Mrs. Wei only included that after one person used the ability, if the other person can imitate the other's ability and exert the same power, then it will be a tie.

No one has ever thought that the ability acquired by a person who has worked hard and tempered day and night will be easily surpassed by another imitator.

It is precisely because of this that this rule has not been considered at all. Once the imitator's ability and power surpasses the display, this round of duel, how to count.

In terms of the strength of both parties, it is natural that the imitator should win.

But since the rules stipulate that the most imitators can only win a draw or lose, it seems unreasonable if the imitator must be judged to win this round.

After listening to Sun Yaoting's words, the expressions on the faces of the purple-robed man and Madam Wei suddenly became a little ugly.

Because, once Zhang Heng is determined to win this round, Zhang Heng only needs to win the next round, and Mrs. Wei will lose two consecutive losses.

According to the rules, if Mrs. Wei wins two consecutive defeats, then this matchup between the two sides will be regarded as Mrs. Wei's failure and completely out.

The two naturally didn't want Madam Wei to be kicked out by Zhang Heng so easily.

What's more, in the next round, it was Zhang Heng's turn to display his abilities.

Zhang Heng's ability to imitate Madam Wei can far exceed Madam Wei's power.

If it is Zhang Heng's turn to show off what he is good at and ask Mrs. Wei to imitate it, the probability of Mrs. Wei losing will become very high.

Mrs. Wei will almost certainly go straight to the second game, but Zhang Heng will defeat her in one fell swoop and lose one more person.

So just after hearing Sun Yaoting's question, the man in Zipao immediately grasped that there was no such thing as a fuss in the rules. Meng Heng passed the test, and Zhang Heng was considered a draw in the first game.

But before the purple-robed man could speak, he heard Zhang Heng who was beside the purple-robed man suddenly touched his nose, and then said lazily: "Since there is no winning rule in the rules, in this round, it's better to forget. Is it because we both drew a draw."

"After all, everyone's time is precious, there is no need to waste time on these details."

Hearing what Zhang Heng said, Mrs. Wei and the person in Zipao gave Zhang Heng a little surprised.

But Sun Yaoting, the head of the North Sea Escort, listened and didn't say much. He just nodded slightly to the opposite Zhang Heng, indicating that he would accept Zhang Heng's suggestion.

Later, Zhang Heng looked at the purple-robed man and Mrs. Wei in the distance, blinked his eyes, and then said: "Now, the first round is over, the second round, should I use my ability?"

Hearing Zhang Hengyun's breezy questioning, the expressions on Madam Wei and Zipao's faces were a bit solemn.

They now know Zhang Heng’s abilities well. At this time, when they heard Zhang Heng’s ability to use his abilities, it was almost impossible for Mrs. Wei to imitate the opponent’s ability and achieve the opponent’s power with Zhang Heng’s strength. The look on the faces of the two of them will naturally not look good.

But in the end, Mrs. Wei motioned to Zhang Heng to start.

Seeing that the two of them had no objection, Zhang Heng walked directly outside the post road, outside the post road, looking at the verdant green in front of him, the tall thatch, and the long and narrow leaves of the thatch, just like the narrow and thin leaves of the same handle. Long sword, countless green long swords pierced into the sky, looking slightly magnificent.

After watching for a while, Zhang Heng stretched out his hand to chop off a thin and long thatch blade, and then Zhang Heng held the blade in his hand and stabbed the blade at will with the blade. In the surrounding air, there was a sharp and piercing sword whistle. .

When Mrs. Wei and Zipao met on one side, their faces suddenly became even more ugly.

Looking at the weapon in his hand, Zhang Heng was supposed to be a master of marksmanship, but now, he took off a piece of thatch leaf, his arm trembled, and what he displayed was actually extremely clever swordsmanship.

Moreover, he can use the soft and thin paper-like thatch in his hand, and cast it like a real sharp arrow, making the sound of howling swords. The two are afraid that even if a real swordsman wants to do it, it is not a piece. Simple things.

Could it be that what Zhang Heng wants Mrs. Wei to do is to hold a thatch leaf in his hand and use his sword skills to make the sound of sword howling?

Thinking of this, Mrs. Wei's face has become bloodless, because, let alone holding the thatch leaf to use the sword technique, making the whistling sword sound.

Mrs. Wei knew well that he himself couldn't even hold the thatch leaf and successfully display the sword technique.

If Zhang Heng were to compare this with her, she would definitely lose.

Unexpectedly, after Zhang Heng performed a few swordsmanship, he directly held the thatch leaf and strolled in front of Mrs. Wei. He suddenly looked at the top of Mrs. Wei's head, but said nothing.