I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

The purple-robed man couldn't help but looked at Zhang Heng not far away and said, "Little brother seems to have something in his words, what do you mean?"

The purple-robed man frowned and looked at Zhang Heng in the open space not far away, and asked you a little puzzled.

Zhang Heng listened to the words of the man in the purple robe, slapped haha, and then continued: "What I mean is very simple."

"Since everyone has chosen to cut the general and capture the flag to determine the ownership of the ten boxes of darts, it shows that neither side wants to have too many unnecessary casualties."

"Up to now, after the twelve matchups, the number of people killed and injured has been enough. I don't think it is necessary for everyone. In this matter, more people died and injured? I don't know how you feel?"

Hearing the look on his face, the purple-robed man couldn't help but froze.

He never expected that Zhang Heng would actually say such a thing.

Zhang Heng said this, which meant that the next duel of beheading the flag, no longer needed to be compared.

Zhang Heng can easily win the next battle against the flag.

Regardless of whether it is the side of the purple robe who no longer launches new candidates, or avoids embarrassment, they forcefully launch four new players who will behead the flag, their side is almost certainly defeated!

In this case, the people in Zipao didn't quite understand, why didn't Zhang Heng prepare to let the Sword Commander Capture the Flag continue?

"Could it be that this kid, in the previous duel, without me noticing it, has already suffered a heavy blow."

"The reason why he proposes to end this beheading the flag showdown is simply because Zhang Heng is already unable to complete the next showdown?"

But when he took a closer look at the center of the open space, he looked like a lazy, contented and energetic Zhang Heng. He really couldn't tell where Zhang Heng had been hit hard.

In other words, that kid is really a bodhisattva who is compassionate and compassionate.

There are no more casualties for people on both sides?

However, his cruel shot just now turned out to be a scumbag little novice Gu Master.

It doesn't look like the false compassion of eating fast and reciting Buddha.

Perplexed, the purple-robed man looked directly into Zhang Heng's eyes and asked straightforwardly: "I don't understand what you mean. If you continue the duel, won't you finally win the victory?"

"Why don't you prepare for the duel again?"

"Is this what you mean, or is it Sun Yaoting's general dart head?"

Zhang Heng listened to the words of the person in the purple robe, and he dragged his chin for a while, and then said: "This is what I meant, but I believe that this will also become the meaning of the head of Sun's dart."

The person in Zipao still didn't understand the meaning of Zhang Heng's words, and couldn't help but continue to ask: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Heng touched his nose, dragged his chin with his hand, and then lazily said: "I know that I will be able to win the flag next time, and I will surely win the victory in the end!"

"But it's important?"

"If I win the final victory of beheading the flag, will your Excellency and the others under your command be satisfied?"

"You probably spent a lot of money to gather so many masters in order to rob us of our ten carts of darts, right?"

"If we win the flag in the end, you will leave here for nothing."

"Leave so many deaths and injuries, and paid such a big price. Because of the victory and defeat, you have to pat your buttocks and leave? Are you really willing?"

Hearing what Zhang Heng said, the look on Zipao's face gradually understood. He responded to Zhang Heng's words: "Of course we don't want to! But what can we do, we have clearly lost the duel."

"Naturally, I can only let you go, so that the duck that gets its mouth will be destroyed."

Zhang Heng listened to the words of the purple-robed man, but stretched out his fingers and shook them, and then said: "If I were you, I would not surrender. Anyway, my people are still surrounding Beihai from two directions. The dart team of the dart board."

"Since the general has lost the flag, there will be no end to it. Ignore the result of the general capture the flag and fight with the North Sea Escort. It is still unknown who wins and who loses!"

The purple-robed man listened to Zhang Heng's words and looked at the people behind him, but saw that many people listened to Zhang Heng's words, and their faces immediately became blushing. Some people did not dare to look at his eyes and turned their heads to look. The distant scenery.

Obviously, Zhang Heng's words have already spoken in the minds of many people.

Since Zhang Heng can't be beaten in a single fight, then everyone will go together, fight for a fight, win the silk and satin, lose the barren mountain and bury the bones.

Hearing what Zhang Heng said, the purple-robed man couldn't help frowning slightly. He just thought that this little guy Zhang Heng was a martial arts genius with extraordinary combat power.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Heng is still a person who can perceive people's hearts.

Such a young man made the Zipao people more afraid to underestimate.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Everyone has worked so hard. It's really impossible to come back empty-handed. If you let us come back empty-handed, don't say I don't agree, the brothers behind me can't agree either."

"Although you are amazingly talented and powerful, but the so-called two fists are hard to beat four hands. I know that one person can't deal with you, but when there are two people, three people? Or five people and seven people? Even ten people. What?"

"I don't believe it, and the people behind me don't believe it either. You can stop all of us from attacking by yourself."

Hearing the words of the purple-robed man, Zhang Heng smiled bitterly and touched his nose, and then said: "You are right, so many people deal with me, I don't believe it, I can stop everyone from attacking."

"That's why I want to end the matter of beheading the flag. Then everyone calm down and discuss it."

After listening to Zhang Heng's words, the purple-robed man couldn't help but smile wryly under the mask: "Come down and discuss it?"

"Do you think ten carts of silk and silk goods are there, and a few words and a few gossips can convince us?"

After hearing the words of the person in the purple robe, Zhang Heng then smiled again: "I didn't say that."

"Everyone is not a fool, and I can't say a few words, just send your Excellency and everyone behind you."

Hearing what Zhang Heng said, the expression on the face of the man in the purple robe became a little interesting: "So you are not speaking the vernacular in the air, you are going to give all the ten carts of darts to our brothers, let us carry them. Raise your hand and let you go, right?"

"If this is the case, this matter is not impossible to discuss."

"It's just that, have you asked Sun Yaoting, the head of the North Sea Escort? Do you think he will agree?"

After the purple-robed old man finished speaking, before Zhang Heng could speak, he heard the head of the North Sea Escort, Sun Yaoting, who was headed by the North Sea Escort crowd on the opposite side. He looked taken aback and suddenly let out a cold snort.

This cold snort, without the slightest temperature, has thoroughly demonstrated the attitude of the director of the North Sea Escort.

Hearing a cold snort from the head of the head of the North Sea Escort. The purple-robed man could not help turning his head, looking at Zhang Heng in front of him, without saying a word, waiting for Zhang Heng to explain himself.

"If your Excellency says that, I think that even the head of the North Sea Escort will not be the home of the North Sea Escort. He can't be the master."

"The condition you said is like a defeated general who beheaded the flag, should it be a condition?"

"Your Excellency said that, I feel that you have not yet recognized your current status and current situation."

"If your Excellency is so greedy, I think we don't have to talk about it anymore, should we fight?"

Then Zhang Heng looked in the direction of the escorts of the Beihai Escort.

Sun Yaoting noticed Zhang Heng's gaze, and immediately responded to Zhang Heng's words, sinking his anger and exclaiming the word "War"!

As soon as Sun Yaoting exhaled the word "War", he heard the numerous North Sea Escort escorts behind him. They immediately unsheathed their weapons without hesitation. They raised the sky and swung them out, shouting the word "War" in unison.

The voices of the people gathered together, like thunder and bolts, and suddenly burst into the ears of the purple-robed man and the people behind him.

When many people heard the deafening figure, they couldn't help feeling guilty in their hearts.

Many people behind the purple-robed man realized that at this time, they realized that the escorts of the Beihai Escort that they were surrounded by were no longer the group that had lost their morale due to consecutive defeats in a row, and had no fighting power.

Now that Zhang Heng is helping them boost their morale, everyone in the North Sea Escort has become completely imposing.

Even if they are now facing the team of the Anxi Governor's Mansion, they dare to fight each other.

On the other hand, when they heard the scream of war, they were scared. If they really fought, they were really not sure whether they would be able to support a few rounds.

After that, Zhang Heng continued to look at the purple-robed man and the group of people behind him and said calmly, "How is it to fight or to make peace?"

"If you continue to speak loudly, we don't have to talk anymore, just fight directly!"

Hearing Zhang Heng's words, the right to choose fell into the hands of the Zipao people, and they became a little at a loss at this time.

They originally thought that Zhang Heng was the only one with strong combat power. As long as they rallied and attacked, Zhang Heng would also be flattened by them. But now it seems that the result does not seem to be the case.

In fact, there is no huge gap between them and the escorts of the North Sea Escort.

Now, whoever has the morale of a rainbow is very likely to win this duel.

And it is obvious that their current aura is in a trough.

The purple-robed man did not speak at this time, but just looked at the people behind him, waiting for them to talk about a result.

After everyone discussed it for a long time, they finally came up with a result and reported it to the ears of the Zipao people.

The purple-robed man listened to the results of the discussion, and the look on his face suddenly became extremely weird.

It's just a three-car dart!