I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

The first thousand eight hundred and eighty-four chapters persecution!

Qingwei suddenly looked a little embarrassed, and clearly showed a little timidity: "This, the poor Dao dare not accept the trick. Who doesn't know that you are a direct disciple of the demon, and it is too late for you to indulge in the poor Dao."

When Kunpeng broke the original barrier of the Shushan League, he shocked the heavenly demon, not only did not punish him, but also personally granted the spirit level mental technique.

In the spirit world, spirit bodies that can be taught by the gods are all regarded as disciples of the gods by other spirits.

After speaking, Qingwei retreated decisively to the queue of Shushan League to avoid fighting with Kunpeng.

On the contrary, Kunpeng was a little overwhelmed, or that he felt a little faceless, and the invitation to fight was rejected.

Perhaps he knew very well that if he played against Kunpeng, Kunpeng could force his true strength when he shot.

"Does the Dao Master say that because he thinks he is not strong enough?" Kun Peng had to find his own steps. "But when you talked to Rong'er just now, you said He Li is just one of your disciples, not even the elders. This means, is it to think that what power was originally inferior to yours?"

"Brother Kunpeng doesn't need to say these divorced words, why he is not here, he won't know."

"Well, since you don't fight with this seat, and don't give up any strength, then this seat will bring a few disciples to your Shushan League as a guest."

With that, Kun Peng waved his hand, Mei Chaofeng immediately grabbed Jiang Wan'er, and Huang Rong and Li Ren also flew forward, in a stance of forcibly entering the mountain gate.

Chang Wugen opened his eyes wide at this time: "Jiang Wan'er, the originator of the Xianxia School, when did he become your disciple?"

Kunpeng smiled: "She is not a disciple of this seat, but a friend of this game. By the way, what you said, this seat remembers that we have one more thing to deal with when we arrive. Who killed the Xianxia faction? Whoever abolished Jiang Wan'er and surrendered the person, this seat will not hold others accountable."

Qingwei's face was a little ugly: "Brother Kunpeng, you are embarrassed like this. The Xianxia faction was destroyed by the predecessors a few years ago. We don't know who the shot was, so how can we give it to you?"

"Let's not talk about this first. Then Jiang Wan'er came to your Shushan League, why did you want to abolish her, and who did it, hand it over first."

"What a big tone! Is Shushan League a place where all of you can come to the wild?"

A sneer suddenly floated in the air, and everyone looked up. It was He Li who came here.

The figure in the blue shirt was still in a distant place in the air just now, just a black spot, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared in front of Kunpeng and the others, blocking between Kunpeng and the Shushan League.

"Not bad, you are finally willing to show up." Kunpeng smiled.

However, Qingwei's expression was extremely unnatural. He wanted to wink He Li several times, but he didn't look back at all, and Qingwei could only keep this anxiety in her heart.

"When Kunpeng is here, you have also appeared. Do you think Kunpeng can support you?" He Li looked at Huang Rong, "Wang Jian, take the initiative to hand it over. From now on, we will not offend the river, and we will go our own way."

"Oh, so to speak, did you appear for Wang Jian?"

"Of course, that Wang Jian is mine."

"Yours?" It is a step forward to leave the person, "Then who are you and why do you say that Wang Jian belongs to you?"

"who are you?"

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