I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

The long spear that Zhang Heng held in his hands had changed a little.

Become more agile, more swift, more condensed, and more precise.

I saw a trail of silver lights appearing and disappearing with Zhang Heng’s running clouds and flowing water in an instant, and I saw one after another, red fallen leaves appearing at the end of Zhang Heng’s long whip. The center of each fallen leaf was A hole the thickness of a little finger was pierced impartially.

Everyone did not see any fallen leaves, and eventually escaped Zhang Heng's spear and landed smoothly on the ground.

Everyone looked at the figure of Zhang Heng under the tree idiotically, almost forgetting time and everything.

In their hearts, everything seems to have passed a long time.

However, in fact, only a short time passed.

Finally, Zhang Heng seemed to be exhausted and could no longer accurately stab the remaining fallen leaves. In the end, thousands of fallen leaves fell under Zhang Heng's feet and formed a very precise circle around Zhang Heng.

Finally, all the fallen leaves had either been picked up by Zhang Heng or fell on the ground under his feet.

Zhang Heng stood there, his calm expression on his face, his eyes slowly opened.

Mrs. Wei and the people in Zipao only took a brief look. The dense red leaves on the three-foot long whip in Zhang Heng's hands knew that Zhang Heng was already invincible this time.

After all, the fallen leaves that Mrs. Wei pierced before took up only one-third of the length of the three-foot long whip, and the three-foot long whip in Zhang Heng's hand, except for the one-finger-long prismatic spike, The entire three-foot-long whip body has been filled with layers of fallen leaves.

In other words, the number of leaves Zhang Heng thorns fell was at least four times that of Mrs. Wei, and Zhang Heng did it with his eyes closed.

Between the two, who is high and who is low, who wins and who loses, is naturally clear at a glance.

Because of this, both Zipaoren and Madam Wei looked at Zhang Heng's face at this time, and they looked a little ugly.

"Congratulations to Master Nujia, this time, I didn't lose again. Moreover, I won a lot of Nujia."

"This is the first time that a slave has used a long whip for so many years to see someone who uses the long whip in this way. Although the long whip used by the son is not a whip method, it is indeed an incredible and eye-opening! "

"Before, because I saw that the son's whip technique was unsatisfactory, I made speculations in my heart, thinking that the son must not be able to reach my level this time."

"It seems that Yelang the slave is arrogant, sitting on the well and watching the sky."

Mrs. Wei was not prepared to become a mortal enemy with Zhang Heng. At this time, every time she saw Zhang Heng's shot, she was so unexpected and could not help but screamed, so she was very sincere and praised.

Although Sun Yaoting on the other side didn't say a word, he came directly to Zhang Heng, patted Zhang Hengde on the shoulder, and looked at Zhang Heng in admiration. The surprise and encouragement in his expression were already obvious.

The purple-robed old man on one side was a little unhappy. After all, among the people who said Zhang Heng could not do it before, he was the loudest and the most questioning.

And he is still the boss of a party, asking him to apologize to a nasty little guy, admit defeat, where is he willing to do it?

At this moment, the purple-robed man saw the circle surrounded by many fallen leaves at Zhang Heng's feet, and he immediately felt confident, and the look on his face was no longer as embarrassed as before.

Originally, Zhang Heng was chatting with Sun Yaoting and Madam Wei, accepting their in-depth review, and at the same time, by the way, feel how comfortable it is to be complimented by others.

I tried it casually, and it was more refreshing than eating the fruit of life and drinking Yulu Qiongye.

Zhang Heng was a little bit reluctant to hear it.

Even though Mrs. Wei and Sun Yaoting have repeatedly hinted that their compliment storehouse is in a hurry, however, Zhang Heng still squinted slightly, and Tao Taoran accepted that the more they talked, the more blunt, and the more embarrassing they were. The more you can't talk about the flattery.

The person in the purple robe heard Madam Wei pat the horses beside Zhang Heng, and felt a little displeased. I never saw you pat so hard, a little baby, you are about to lift him to the sky.

Thinking of this, a cold snort suddenly uttered under the purple-robed man’s mountain ghost mask, attracting everyone’s attention, and then he saw Zhang Heng squinted with his eyes, and said coldly: "If it is about winning or losing, the son is indeed Did not lose."

"It's just that, what the son said before did not seem to have done it."

Hearing the clear voice of the person in the purple robe, Mrs. Wei was very obedient and kept a glance at Zhang Heng, then carefully stepped back behind the person in the purple robe and stood on the same line with the person in the purple robe again.

The man in Zipao gave a cold snort and didn't say much.

Zhang Heng on one side was too late to speak. Sun Yaoting heard the clearly provocative tone of the purple-robed man, he was a little displeased, glanced at the opponent faintly, and said faintly: "What? Your Excellency is unwilling to lose and want to find fault , Or what? I still think you are the boss of the party, but I didn't expect that your temperament is no different from that of a chicken."

The purple-robed man listened to Sun Yaoting's cynicism and refused to answer. Looking at Zhang Heng squintingly, he said, "What? Before the duel, didn't you blow to the sky? You can't do it now. Have you asked someone to help you again?"

"I just ask one sentence, what the son said, is it considered to be a word?"

Zhang Heng listened to what the other party said for a long time, still confused, he couldn't help but ask: "What are you talking about? Three papers without donkeys, can you focus on it? You don't tell me what you want to say, how can I respond? you?"

The corner of the mouth under the purple robe man's mask suddenly glanced, a sneer emerged, and then he said: "Just admit it."

"If I remember correctly, you said before that as long as I can shake as many leaves fall, you can pick up as many leaves."

"Now? Did you do it? If you did what you said, what is the circle of fallen leaves around your feet?"

"And if you fail to do so, should you follow the agreement between the two of us before, directly admit failure, and then withdraw and capture the flag?"

Hearing the words of the purple-robed man, Zhang Heng couldn't help but stretched out his right hand helplessly, scratched the hair behind his head, and then prepared to speak.

As a result, Zhang Heng hadn’t spoken yet, and he saw Sun Yaoting, who had lowered his head and carefully observed the ring formed by the falling leaves of Zhang Heng’s feet when the man in the purple robe spoke just now. The more fallen leaves he looked at, the more relaxed and calm the look on his face unexpectedly became, and Dao had become a little delighted in the end.

At this time, the purple-robed man had just finished speaking, and before Zhang Heng could answer, Sun Yaoting had picked one out of the red fallen leaves on the ground, with a weird smile on his face, and handed it to the purple-robed man.

After the purple-robed man took it in his hands, Sun Yaoting emphasized: "This is a fallen leaf I picked out of the red fallen leaves casually. Don't be so excited, don't be so excited, just take a look at this fallen leaf and talk about it. "

Hearing Sun Yaoting's words, the purple-robed man couldn't help but froze, and looked at Sun Yaoting with some doubts, and suspiciously took the fallen leaf in Sun Yaoting's hand.

He was already excited and unable to control himself.

Originally, the words he and Zhang Heng said at the beginning can be regarded as angry, and they don’t count at all. After all, the two sides have formulated the rules to capture the flag. The two had to gamble before, which obviously violated the rules. Zhang Heng could have been. Taking this, and claiming that the previous words have no effect.

But I don't know what stupid Zhang Heng committed, and finally accepted what he said.

Now that Zhang Heng accepted his words, and so many red leaves on the ground are in front of everyone, this indisputable fact has proved that Zhang Heng's gambling this time was a failure.

If he fails, he can no longer participate in beheading the flag.

Unexpectedly, it became possible when it was impossible, and the people in Zipao admired their foresight a little bit now.

So at this time, seeing Sun Yaoting suddenly picking up a fallen leaf and putting it in front of him, to be honest, the person in the purple robe was a bit stunned.

You picked up a fallen leaf from the ground and showed it to me. Do you think the evidence of Zhang Heng's failure is insufficient?

Are you trying to slap me in the face, or do you want to slap Zhang Heng in the face?

The purple-robed man took the fallen leaves dyed red by his palms suspiciously, and looked at Sun Yaoting suspiciously in front of him.

Mrs. Wei next to her glanced at the red, fallen leaves in front of her, and suddenly noticed that in the center of the red fallen leaves, there was actually a round hole with the thickness of a little finger.

Seeing the round hole with the thickness of the little finger, Madam Wei's face suddenly changed slightly, thinking of a possibility. There was a terrible possibility at that time, she had never thought that it might become a reality.

However, Mrs. Wei felt that she should check.

Then he walked hurriedly to the edge of the fallen leaves at Zhang Heng's feet, squatted down, and used his hands in disregard of the image, and looked very anxiously in the ring of fallen leaves.

As Mrs. Wei continued to look through it, the person in Zipao realized that Mrs. Wei's face was actually the opposite of the previous Sun Yaoting. The more Sun Yaoting turned, the brighter the look on his face, the more delighted.

The more Mrs. Wei looked through the fallen leaves, the look on her face became uglier. In the end, her delicate little face was soaked in the cold sweat from her forehead, and her whole body began to tremble. I don't know if it is due to excitement or fear.

Mrs. Wei almost committed the fallen leaves under Zhang Heng's feet.

Then, she slowly stood up with an extremely ugly expression, looked back at her boss in the purple robe, and said with trembling lips: "Boss, you... you better come over and take a look."

The purple-robed man sneered disapprovingly after hearing this: "What are you looking at? What's so interesting?"

"Could it be that someone embroidered a flower on those fallen leaves one by one?"