I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Zhang Heng looked around the room and saw that there were everything in this room, including famous paintings, copybooks, jade and precious stones, and even food, drinks and fun.

This room is many times stronger than the cabin Zhang Heng currently lives in.

If his own cabin is as comfortable as here, Zhang Heng might not bother to grab the top ten in the new student trial, rush to promote the outer disciple, and move out of the cabin.

There is a place in the room that makes Zhang Heng feel indescribably special and weird.

Because on the four-degree wall in the room, on other walls, there are either celebrity pictures, calligraphy, or a Yuanbing longbow or a Yuanbing long sword made by a master.

But there was nothing bare on the wall in front of Zhang Heng.

Brother Liang Peng couldn't answer Zhang Heng's doubts, and said: "You put your vitality into it."

Zhang Heng followed the instructions of Senior Brother Liang Peng and injected his vitality into the blank wall in front of him.

Zhang Heng was taken aback for a moment when his vitality had just poured into the wall.

Right in front of him, the originally bare snow-white wall. The disappearance in front of his eyes suddenly disappeared, and it seemed to have become transparent in an instant.

And behind the wall, Zhang Hengda couldn't help but surprise Zhang Hengda.

Because, he saw a semi-circular venue in front of him. There were thousands of seats around the venue. Almost every seat was already filled with people. The venue was full of people, which could be called a sea of ​​people. Sounds loudly.

Yes, it was indeed full of voices, and Zhang Heng realized that he had heard the voices of everyone on the semi-circular arena.

"I heard that there will be a good show tonight!"

"That's natural, it's a good show not to be missed. You think it's worth the fare if you keep it."

"Really? I'm going to feast my eyes tonight."

Zhang Heng was stunned after hearing this: "A good show?"

"Is this Tian Ze Lou a theater?"

"Senior Brother Liang Peng has been mysteriously secretive for so long, is it just for me to come and watch the show with him?"

Zhang Heng couldn't help being a little disappointed.

"By the way, I don't know how to act. Brother Liang Peng wouldn't let me come to be a passerby, right?"

Zhang Heng couldn't help but looked at Brother Liang Peng who had brought him with him.

Senior Brother Liang Peng saw the expression on his face and knew that he had heard what he had just said. He looked at the crowds of cheerful, leisurely and contented people in the square below the outdoors, but there was no trace of contentment on his face. Instead, he went out and said solemnly: "From From a certain point of view, they are right. For them, every night here is acting."

After saying this sentence with a serious face, Senior Brother Liang then changed his pretendingly relaxed expression and said: "In the past, in order to gather resources to improve the realm faster, I also acted here, and now I am still there. , In the future, may continue to perform."

"You want to earn more resources faster, and you have to act on stage."

Zhang Heng just wants to say that he can't act.

Seeing the gap in the semi-circular square, a middle-aged man with elegant temperament walked out. The middle-aged man walked up to the round high platform in the center of the square gracefully, bowed to this kind of person, and then said: "Everyone, tonight In a duel, the bronze medalist Fierce Tiger played against the bronze medalist Liuyang. In this battle, life or death is irrelevant."

After saying a word, the middle-aged man saluted again and walked off the platform.

Then two people walked out of the gap in the semicircular square.

A man wears a black mask, a yellow middle grade, a simple and fit black Yuan soldier vest, and a pair of tiger claw-shaped, dark and basket-shaped strange Yuan soldiers. The Yuan soldier is also a yellow middle grade.

Zhang Heng saw everyone with long hands and long feet. The skin on the limbs was copper, and the muscles were tightly attached to the body. There was no feeling of swelling and explosion, but it gave people a feeling of tempering. Obviously, the opponent should be a brave with speed and agility.

The other person is wearing a flame mask on his face. This person is standing on the spot, with well-proportioned limbs and ordinary appearance. The original soldier's robes on his body are only yellow-grade inferior. Only his original soldier has some meaning, but also It's just a Yuanbing longsword of the yellow middle grade. This Yuanbing longsword is also a gray scabbard. It is wrapped around the hilt with hemp rope. Like its owner, it seems ordinary and average. Unsurprisingly.

Zhang Heng even felt that if this person was in a group of ordinary people, and only relying on his eyes, I am afraid that he would not be able to distinguish him from ordinary people.

It is as if this person is born with a strange ability that will be ignored by others.

But everything in front of him made Zhang Heng a little puzzled: "Aren't you talking about acting?"

"Are these two people acting?"

"Without little fresh meat, and no big beauties, can this ratings be raised?"

However, when he saw the laughing and joking people around the square under the stage, they were unscrupulously commenting on the two on stage, he suddenly understood the meaning of Brother Liang Peng's words.

For many people in the audience, this duel is indeed just a scene.

A good scene that has nothing to do with their own life and death, but allows them to see the blood divergence, and the heartbeat speeds up.

At the moment when Zhang Heng was in a trance, the crowd in the semi-circular square suddenly let out more intense cheers and screams.

Zhang Heng looked down and saw that the two people on the central high platform had already begun their life-and-death duel.

The brave man named violent tiger with long hands and long feet, using tiger claw-shaped strange gate soldiers, really is a brave who is good at speed and agility.

I saw that every time he attacked by tiger claws, he shot like the wind, and his figure dressed in black was also like a black whirlwind. If everyone in the audience did not use Yuan Li to sense, he could only sense a vague black afterimage.

And the other brave named Liuyang, who had an ordinary temperament like an ordinary person, was unexpected. Since standing on a high platform, he has never moved his footsteps.

With every attack from the Tiger, he would greet him with a sword without hesitation, and accurately and decisively drove away the opponent's tiger claw soldiers.

Seeing him as a mountain, his calm and calm appearance made many people feel a sense of powerlessness that this person could not be defeated at all.

But as time goes by, the violent tiger, like a whirlwind, is already roaming around the six suns, waiting for an opportunity to take action.

And Liu Yang's body gradually began to have wounds.

Sometimes, Liuyang just blocked a tiger claw attack from the tiger with a sword, and another tiger claw attack from the tiger has unexpectedly landed on Liuyang's body in another place.

Violent Tiger is not greedy either. Every time he claws, he only leaves a small wound on the opponent's body.

But after a while, Liuyang himself has become bruised and embarrassed.

The speed of the Yuan Soldier's long sword in his hand was slowing down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wounds on his body are also increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, Liuyang himself didn't seem to be aware of the crisis in his body. He still stood quietly on the spot, struggling to resist the increasingly difficult claws of the Tiger.

At this moment, the violent tiger suddenly appeared behind Liuyang to the right, grabbed Liuyang's right shoulder with one claw, and Liuyang hurriedly swung his sword to block.

The long sword intersected with the tiger claw Yuan soldier, and there was a violent roar.

The two swords suddenly swayed away. But at this moment, there was a slight "chi" sound, and Liuyang suddenly felt a tingling pain on his right calf. The whole right leg seemed to be gradually losing strength. He looked down and saw his calf. The Yuan soldier's vestments had been torn, and three shocking and deep bloodstains appeared on his calves, constantly oozing blood.

At this time, the tiger was standing quietly three feet away from Liuyang. He was using his tongue to gently lick the edge of his right hand tiger claw Yuanbing, and the red blood on the Yuanbing.

Obviously, the wound on Liuyang's calf was exactly what the tiger had scratched with the claw of his right hand.

He attacked Liuyang's shoulder with the tiger claw of his left hand to attract the other's attention, but suddenly the tiger claw of his right hand attacked Liuyang's left calf.

The eyes behind the violent tiger's mask stared contemptuously at the embarrassed six suns, and said: "If you give up now, I will let you down. Otherwise, I will make you regret participating in this duel, and you will flow into your last. A drop of blood."

Liuyang turned his head, still staring at the violent tiger blankly, staring at the other side silently, without making a single glance.

Obviously, he silently rejected the other party's request for him to surrender.

The Tiger originally wanted to let him go, but seeing Liuyang ignored him, his eyes widened suddenly, bloodshot and bloodshot eyes glared at Liuyang, using his gloomy and weird bass, he slowly spoke. : "Very well, since you don't want to surrender, then you die on this decisive battle platform!"

As he spoke, the violent tiger was in the shape of a black whirlwind, and the tiger claws on his hands were erratic and unpredictable under the full power of the claws on both hands, looking forward, suddenly behind, looking at the left, and suddenly at the same time. right.

Obviously, Tiger Tiger has decided to make a full shot.

After all, after this period of confrontation, Liuyang's body was already covered with wounds, and countless wounds continued to shed blood, and Liuyang's energy and physical strength had also attenuated to an unprecedented level.

But at this moment, Zhang Heng suddenly heard Liang Peng next to him speak: "This violent tiger is about to lose."

"The six suns seemed to be bruised all over by him, and a large amount of blood was lost in the body, so the combat power must be greatly preserved."

"But he probably doesn't know that there is still a unique school in my Dajin Dynasty called "Rongyuan Sword Classic"."

"This "Rong Yuan Sword Sutra" is very unique. As long as the practitioner does not move his footsteps without authorization, it can stimulate the vitality of the practitioner's Dantian Qihai, and use a unique mysterious method to continuously integrate into the practice. Among the long swords of Xi’s Yuan soldiers."

"After practicing the "Rong Yuan Sword Classic", the vitality that can be condensed in the long sword is many times more than ordinary kinks."

"It's just that there are a lot of restrictions on this faculty, and when it is used in actual combat, there are many inconveniences, so it is extremely rare to practice."

"But the power of a single round, the power of its one move, is many times far superior to the peerless knowledge of the same grade."