I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Suddenly, it was as if someone had been hammered in the chest with a sledgehammer. The middle-aged man's chest clicked and cracked, and he knew that his breastbone was all broken.

This is not the most terrifying thing for him. The most terrifying thing is that at the moment Xie Wu punched him, a strange and inexplicable force instantly enveloped his body, making him feel that suddenly, he was Throwing into the bottom of the deep sea, the endless pressure, from all directions, began to penetrate into his body, pervasive penetration.

The middle-aged person only feels that he will die in such an environment without just needing to breathe, and he will die very miserably, and may be squeezed into a puddle of slush.

Fortunately, Xie Wu seemed to be aware of the state of the middle-aged man in an instant, and stopped at the last moment, but only left a little bit of strength, wanting to teach him a lesson.

But even with this little strength, the middle-aged man was knocked out in an instant and flew out of the hall door ten feet away.

When the chores outside the door rushed, the middleman had passed out, and the chores looked a little bit, and his face suddenly became very strange.

Because he discovered that almost all the bones in this middle-aged human body seemed to have withstood pressures that exceeded their own limits. Many bones have been broken, and the best bones are covered with fine cracks, even the small toe bones. No exception.

Such a weird injury, the chore has never seen it before.

The injury of the middleman is like being caused by 17 or 8 brave men who have been beaten for 17 or 8 hours without interruption.

But he had heard the discussion from everyone in the hall. He knew that the middle-aged man had just been punched. It was the scarred young man Xie Wu who was sitting at the round table in the hall with an expressionless face.

The chore took a deep look at Xie Wu, then turned and left with the middle-aged man.

The matter here is no longer his business.

After all, everyone in the duel's hall is brave. As a brave surpassing ordinary people, who doesn't have a temper?

Playing around is naturally a commonplace.

For Tian Ze Lou, as long as it doesn't kill anyone, it's nothing.

This can be regarded as another screening mechanism besides the duel.

After all, if a person can't handle such a small scene, what else can you expect from him?

Because of this incident, even if the Scar Youth's wine is a thousand times better, no drunkard dared to ask him for it.

After all, no matter how good the wine is, you have to die before you can drink it.

Even with that, even the seat next to Xie Wu, no one dared to make a mistake.

If that kid goes mad, who will take care of it?

After all, looking at the scar on his face, you know it's not a good stubble.

Only Zhang Heng, a young man who came here for the first time, sat down beside Xie Wu without knowing the depth.

As a result, Xie Wu did not drive the boy away, and gave the boy a bowl of wine.

In this way, those who had no idea what they had killed when they were killed would have ideas again in an instant.

When Xie Wu's duel was over and he returned here, he saw Xie Wu starting to start drinking, and he also prepared another bowl, which was also filled with wine.

There was a drunkard who had an alcohol bug in his stomach and couldn't help but walked over slowly and sat on the seat where he had been pretending to be constant.

Seeing Xie Wu just snorted and didn't stop him, the drunkard couldn't help being smug in his heart, watching Xie Wu with a smile on his face and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Xie, who won the flag. I didn't expect Mr. Xie to go so fast and come back so soon. , It seems to be three punches and two kicks, Feng Juan Canyun cleaned up his opponent."

"There is nothing to congratulate you, just use this bowl of wine, congratulations to the invincible, invincible."

This person said smoothly, but suddenly saw Xie Wu turning his face, his eyes staring at him as cold as frost, and faintly said: "Only with you, it is also worthy of my wine, not for you this wine bag and rice bag. for drink."

The drunkard heard it, and the wine worms in his belly were surging. For a moment he forgot the horror of Xie Wu just now. He smiled and said: "This time you are right. I am a wine sac and rice bag. My wine sac and rice sack are just for pretending to be a son. To drink."

While talking, the drunkard has reached out to touch another sea bowl.

It’s just that he just stretched out his right hand. Before his fingers touched the edge of the wine bowl, he suddenly saw Xie Wu next to him and looked at him coldly in disgust, and then he drank half a bowl of wine and raised his head. After drinking it all, gently put the wine bowl on the table.

He did this series of movements, like moving clouds and flowing water, without hindrance, seemingly slow, but only completed in a few clicks.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Wu suddenly stretched out his right hand, and lightly flicked the right hand of the alcoholic who reached the other sea bowl, and then everyone in the hall heard a crackling sound.

The drunkard lowered his head in a sharp pain. He only saw that his right wrist was hanging under his forearm in a strange twisted posture.

Obviously, his right hand has been directly abolished by the scared young man, Xie Wu.

The reason for the abolition of his right hand was simply because of a bowl of wine.

What's even more regrettable is that his hand was obviously abolished, and he didn't get a sip of wine in the end.

Thinking of this, the tingling from his wrist instantly surpassed the limit he could bear, and eventually his body fainted and fell under the table with a touch.

Then, a debris came over, dragged him by one leg, like a dead dog, and led him out of the duel's hall.

Zhang Hengquan didn't know what happened just now. He only knew that his original seat was still there, and on the table in front of his seat, there was a bowl of wine that was as clear as amber.

Zhang Heng strode directly over, sat on the chair, and reached out and picked up the bowl of wine.

The people around watched Zhang Heng move.

After all, just now, there was a drunkard who just snapped his wrist off the young man just to meet this bowl of wine.

But knowing that Zhang Heng would just play and take it in his hand, and then drank the wine in the bowl, Xie Wu next to him didn't say a word, and didn't mean to make a move at all.

Xie Wu just drank the wine in his hand.

Straight ahead, Zhang Heng finished drinking the wine in his bowl, and then he picked up the wine jar and poured Zhang Heng a bowl again. He looked at Zhang Heng sideways and said with a strange expression on his face: "You played in the last duel. Slowly."

"Are you sure now, can you beat me?"

Zhang Heng didn’t answer immediately. He first drank a bowl of Xie Wu’s wine to quench his thirst. Then he said, “Don’t worry, I don’t know what to say. Since I’ve said it, even if I win. I won't kill you, I really won't kill you."

"Don't worry, just ask you to drink such thirst quenching wine, and I won't kill you."

The drunkards were speechless for a while, this kid was simply a violent thing, he was afraid that he was thirsty because of a duel with people, and he would use this fine wine to quench his thirst!

Even more depressed is Xie Wu next to Zhang Heng.

He originally thought that Zhang Heng had spoken wildly before, only because he had never participated in the life-and-death duel in Tian Zelou.

But now, seeing Zhang Henghun as if nothing had happened, he was a bit stunned. He is really not sure now. Zhang Heng really doesn't think he will lose, and will swell his face in front of him to fill up the fat man.

In the end, watching Zhang Heng happily took the initiative to take the wine jar, poured himself a bowl of wine, and then drank it in one gulp just like drinking white water.

Xie Wu looked at him and his eyes were dull: "Brother Zhang is huge."

Zhang Heng shook his head again and again after hearing this: "This wine tastes like beer, so I can drink some of this. If I change to white wine, I might get drunk after drinking a glass."

Xie Wu didn’t understand what Zhang Heng said about beer and white wine, but what he meant, it seemed that white wine was more powerful, and his own wine was like beer, with less flavor, so Zhang Heng could drink more. .

But the name Baijiu Beer was unheard of by Xie Wu, and he could only laugh it off. It was Zhang Heng's joke after drinking.

Finally, Xie Wu said: "Then we will go to the next game, a showdown."

After listening to Zhang Heng laughed, he immediately responded: "Okay, then the next game, a showdown."

While the two were waiting, after a while, they saw the elegant old man before, who appeared in front of them again at this time.

The two stood up without waiting for the old man to speak, and walked out of the hall of the opponents.

When the old man saw him, he couldn't help but froze for a moment, his expression a little unhappy.

Smelling the smell of alcohol from the two seats before, the old man's face became even more ugly. If the two of them were drunk crazy on the stage and punched a punch, Zelou would be famous that day. .

And looking at the appearance of the two, it seems that they have been very familiar. They will not play fake matches on the battle stage, right?

Thinking of this, the elegant old man no longer cared about his image, and looked directly at the figure walking away outside the hall of the two, shouting "Please stay with both of you", then stepped on his thighs, and Sa Yazi ran over.

In the hall of the opponents, the eyes of the remaining opponents almost fell out of sight.

It was the first time they saw this elegant old man so disregarding his image.

On the fighting platform in the center of the semicircular square, neither Zhang Heng nor Xie Wu wore masks.

Both of them are so young, one is just a teenager, and it seems unremarkable, just a handyman disciple of the Anzai Brave Academy.

The other grade is slightly older than three or five years old. He is considered a handsome young man. A scar was drawn across the young man’s face. Not only did it not destroy the integrity of the facial features of the young man’s face, but instead gave the young man Xie Wu’s original face that was powdery. Added a touch of heroic free and easy meaning, so that as soon as the image of Xie Wu appeared on the stage, the audience had already watched him in the last game. After seeing his lore, he walked away with a chic and distinctive image. The girls began to scream.