I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Chapter 370

"With the improvement of the martial arts' forging realm, the martial arts' own flesh is also being strengthened by leaps and bounds. Similar to the general absolute poison, witches and insects, their influence on the martial arts will become smaller and smaller. In the end, they will become invincible, and witches and insects have nothing to do, that is, they will not damage the golden body!"

"In this way, in the era of the prosperity of martial arts, everyone brings their own super strong witchcraft antibodies, and even directly immunizes witchcraft. Witchcraft has no room to carry forward and give full play to its power."

"Now that the brave are vertical and horizontal, everyone despises the physical exercise and devotes all their energy to the cultivation of vitality. In this way, the brave with fragile physical body are naturally the best hotbed of witchcraft. It is impossible for witchcraft to be carried forward?"

In other words, the most fundamental solution to the evil of witches and insects is the practice of forging body method.

Unfortunately, today's environment does not seem to allow most people to do so.

And just when everyone had some rare loss and regret because they couldn't get the answer, they saw Zhang Heng suddenly tilt his head again, look at the young monk in front of him, and say, "Oh, yes, there's another thing, I almost forgot."

After hearing this, they were speechless for a while. What a serious occasion, why did such a sentence suddenly come?

Then I heard Zhang Heng continue to say, "in this duel, you bought me a glass of wine."

"Now I can't let you suffer. What do you think?"

After listening to Zhang Heng's words, the little monk's frightened look on her face immediately disappeared. Instead, she gave up her self-confidence.

He had long thought that the other party would dare not, and wanted to test him.

But how?

Does the other party buy him a cup of witchcraft wine?

With the little monk's attainments in the way of witches and insects, he doesn't believe that the other party can get up to him.

What's more, the magic of witches and poisons is inherited and secret, and the Gu master admits defeat, which is extremely rare.

He doesn't believe it. Zhang Heng is also a demagogue.

In that case, the young monk immediately guessed that what the other party wanted to drink for himself was probably a cup of poisonous wine.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing contemptuously.

In front of the Gu master, poisoning is just the most inferior means.

For him, he has at least seven ways to dissolve any deadly poison on the spot.

Thinking of this, the little monk couldn't help smiling conceited. He looked at Zhang Heng opposite him and became radiant again. His temperament was detached: "what gift do you want to give me? Buy me a cup of poisonous wine?"

"Don't you know that for the Gu master, we can eat any poison as candy..."

"When you cast poison in front of a poisonous master of mine, you're just teaching others how to do it!..."

The little monk raised his head slightly with a proud face, looked disdainfully at Zhang Heng in front of him, and talked with disdain.

If Zhang Heng doesn't do the next thing, the little monk may feel good about himself for some time.

But when he was talking about the waves, he suddenly saw that Zhang Heng suddenly took his gun in his hand.

The bright silver gun in Zhang Heng's right hand, which had lost the front of the gun, suddenly gave out a sharp howl, and a dazzling silver light in the air.

In the next moment, the bright silver gun without the spear edge, which had not been affected at all, went directly into the chest of little fir, and instantly shattered the heart pulse in the chest of little Shami.

The little monk covered his hands and held the barrel of the bright silver gun. He looked at Zhang Heng who suddenly shot in front of him.

Zhang Heng's face looked a little shy. He blinked his eyes shyly. His left hand stretched out and touched his nose. His eyes looked at each other. In a calm tone, he said, "you invited me to drink the witch poison wine you are best at."

"I have nothing to repay. As a return gift, please shoot me!"

While talking, he raised his hand and pulled out the long gun that fell into the other party's chest.

When the long gun was pulled out, the little monk's chest blood splashed out. He flustered and stretched out his hands and blocked his chest. However, the blood was still like a fountain and gushed out from the gap between his fingers without influence.

The little monk looked at him and still respected him. He called him the master in purple robe.

But now, when the other party saw his look for help, he directly regarded it as not seeing it, and his face was cold and caught his head.

Finally, the little monk died helpless and frightened.

This can't blame Zhang Heng for being cruel and cruel, nor can it blame the purple robed man for not saving his life.

Monster, just blame him who joined Wanfo temple for his inhumanity and unrestrained killing.

How can Zhang Heng let go of the sect disciple who doesn't even let go of children?

How can the purple robed man help the notorious sect disciple Wan Fozi?

You can only blame yourself for the death of the little monk. Blame himself for no longer treating himself as a person and no longer taking other people's lives as one thing!

After all, if heaven does evil, it can still be violated. If he does evil himself, he can't live!

Since God doesn't accept such sundries, Zhang Heng doesn't mind. He'll clean them up by himself.

Then Zhang Heng, who killed the little Shami, turned his head and looked at the purple robed man in the distance. He looked directly at each other and said, "I killed your candidate for the flag. Won't you blame me?"

Hearing Zhang Heng's words, the purple robed man opposite, this time, was not angry, but rare. The face under the mask actually smiled helplessly, and then responded with a very low attitude: "he should be killed!"

"If I had known that such a person was an inhumane poison master of Wanmo temple, I'm afraid you don't have to kill him at all. He would have died in my hands."

Anyway, now, people have been killed by Zhang Heng, and they have been killed righteously and aboveboard. In that case, it doesn't matter if the purple robed man takes the opportunity to blow down the cow and raise his glorious image.

Then Zhang Heng looked at the purple robed man opposite again and said, "now, I have won six games in a row. Who will you let fight next?"

The purple robed man listened to Zhang Heng's words and couldn't help looking at the remaining four choppers around him. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he ordered one of them to play against Zhang Heng.

Who knows, the middle-aged woman who was about to be named by him suddenly explored her right hand without thinking. She took out a stack of gold tickets from her sleeves and handed them directly back to the purple robed man. Then she said in a somewhat apologetic and helpless voice: "the overall situation has been decided. You don't have to struggle anymore."

"I think I'm not the opponent of Childe Lin Jun, so I don't have to play again."

"Here is the 100000 Liang gold ticket that your childe gave me in advance. I'll return it in full. Please take it back."

The purple robed man listened to the words of the middle-aged woman. His eyes under the mask narrowed slightly. Two very dangerous eyes stared at each other, but he didn't say a word.

Changing your mind before battle is the most taboo thing for any force.

At this time, the other party directly announced its withdrawal, which not only made the purple robed people need to find new candidates, but also inevitably led to the disruption of the rest of the military morale and a sharp drop in morale.

This will be even more detrimental to the situation.

The middle-aged woman seemed to know that what she was doing was wrong, so she immediately stepped forward, looked a little ugly and said, "you don't have to say much, I understand."

"I did promise your son at the beginning. If I flinch at this time, I will leave a right hand in addition to handing over 100000 liang of gold tickets."

After that, the middle-aged woman suddenly handed over a deer head walking stick she had been leaning on in her right hand to her left hand.

Then her left hand suddenly pressed the center of the deer's head and eyebrow at the top of the walking stick. She only heard a Shua. A blue three foot sharp blade had popped out of her palm.

In the next moment, the middle-aged woman suddenly stretched out her right hand, pointed her left hand at her right wrist, and suddenly waved her walking stick.

Suddenly, I heard a strange noise. The blue three foot sharp blade flashed past and directly cut off the middle-aged woman's right hand.

With a click, the middle-aged woman's right hand fell to the ground. The middle-aged woman cut off her right hand directly. It was painful and couldn't help but make a dull hum.

In the muffled hum, the middle-aged woman lowered her head to pick up her right hand on the ground. Ready to reconnect later.

Unexpectedly, when the purple robed man saw each other's appearance, he couldn't help humming coldly. A man behind him suddenly took a step forward. The moment before the middle-aged woman picked up the broken hand, he suddenly raised his foot and stepped on the middle-aged woman's broken hand.

When the man raised his foot again, the broken hand of the middle-aged woman on the ground had been trampled beyond recognition and could not be seen.

When the middle-aged woman saw it, she raised her head and looked at the man in purple and the man behind him. Then without saying a word, she reached out and picked up the broken hand on the ground, which had almost been trampled into meat pie.

Then I took it into my arms and tied the wrist fracture on my right hand with the sleeve of my right hand. Then the middle-aged woman didn't look at the people around me. My right hand broke its wrist and staggered away alone.

When they saw each other's miserable appearance, they couldn't help but feel some compassion and sympathize with each other's experience.

And the three candidates around the rest of the purple robed people who killed the general and took the flag all turned red in this instant.

Seeing the experience of middle-aged women, they can not help but feel a sense of rabbit death and fox sorrow.

They did not expect that the other party would not give them face.

After all, although they are not Dajin people, that person is not a little famous in their respective countries.

The fact that the other party directly tramples on the middle-aged woman's right hand shows that the other party does not regard them as their own people at all.

I didn't pay attention to them at all.

As soon as I thought about this, the three people suddenly looked at each other, and then they all lined up in a row, took a step towards the purple robed man around them, looked solemn on their face, and their three eyes looked at the purple robed man with some resentment.