I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Zhang Heng and most of the teenagers did not know that in this very short time, the girls had already experienced a baptism between heaven and earth. Zhang Heng heard the voice of the other party, but thought that this guy was talking a little funny, but Zhang Heng didn't care, he just smiled and said, "It's nice to fight with you."

Well, besides, I have to say that Zhang Heng is still a little jealous of people's long legs.

After hearing what Zhang Heng said, the celebrity's face showed a wry smile: "I believe you said that you are happy to fight with me and you are telling the truth, but if I answer you the same way, then I must be lying. your."

"I have seen all your previous duels, and to be honest, for me, I am not happy to fight against a guy like you."

"Because until now, I am still not sure where your limits are, what are you good at, and what are your flaws."

"But even so, in the end, I am determined to fight you."

"Yes, you are indeed strong, but I am not weak! You have won nine consecutive matches, and I also won nine consecutive duels!"

"I will let everyone know that you are no better than me, and I will go all out and beat you upright!"

Zhang Heng smiled slightly, and then said: "Okay, I see, what else do you want to say? If not, let's start."

The reason why Zhang Heng said this is because under Zhang Heng's five-sensory exploration of "power", everything in the opponent's body is invisible. Zhang Heng discovered that the opponent's talents are not very good, and he really can't understand. , How did the other party persist until now, and in the face of himself, he dared to speak wildly.

Then, after the white-haired and elegant old man announced the start of the showdown, Zhang Heng grinned at the face of the long-legged star, and then rushed to the opponent before the opponent could react.

Then, his left hand was filled with vitality, and he instantly swung the barrel of the Overlord's gun with the thickness of his wrist in his hand, rounded it and swept it out, directly hitting the long leg of the star's face.

Just listening, with a crisp sound of Kara, he interrupted a long leg of the star's face, as a small punishment for provoking himself over his own strength.

The star's face just broke a leg, and immediately opened his mouth and shouted: "It's going to die, it's going to die..."

Then he fell on the fighting platform, motionless.

This……

The celebrity suddenly felt that the other party's blatant fake halo behavior was simply insulting everyone's IQ.

This acting is too embarrassing, right?

So that Zhang Heng couldn't help but complain, do you think you are Wang Sledgehammer?

However, it was not too difficult for others. After confirming that the other party was fainting, no, it should be more than ten breaths of death. The white-haired elegant old man looked at the face of the star on the ground, rolled his eyes helplessly, and then announced Zhang Heng. Won the victory in the ninth round of the Black Iron Warriors showdown.

In the final round of the Black Iron Warriors duel, Zhang Heng's opponent was actually a shooter.

As a brave, not many people choose to be a shooter, because the shooter usually exists as a long-range output method for the team.

Because ordinary shooters alone are not strong enough to survive, this has led to the fact that, apart from the army, or the guards of various forces, etc., individuals rarely dabble in this brave position.

Of course, there are also some shooters with unusual talents, even if they are single-handedly rushed in front of the opponent, they can deal with it calmly and easily win.

Obviously, the shooter in front of him is such an existence.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to start from the first round of the Black Iron Warriors, winning consecutive battles and winning nine games in a row. In the end, just like Zhang Heng, he would stand in the final match of the Bronze Warriors' promotion.

Zhang Heng saw the archer in front of him, carrying a big bow on his back. This big bow seemed to be carved from the roots of some ancient tree. The whole body was brownish yellow, and the surface was round and jade, glowing like topaz and gold. luster.

The bowstring is made of a thin blood-colored thread that seems to be only the thickness of the hair. I don't know what material it is. When this person stands on the fighting platform, the bowstring on this person's back exudes a faint and timeless fragrance.

This fragrance is not only like the faint fragrance of winter plum or orchid, but also the smell of some kind of medicinal herb.

It's scent, and I can't help feeling refreshed physically and mentally.

In addition, the archer was carrying a quiver on his back, but what was even more unexpected was that there was no arrow in the quiver that the old man was carrying, and it was actually empty.

Could it be that the opponent didn't check the quiver on his body before he boarded the fighting platform? As a shooter, did the opponent forget to fill their own weapons in the quiver?

The visitor is an old man with a gray beard. The old man's hair is already gray, but his face does not have many wrinkles. His eyes are unspeakable and majestic. The inch-long beard flaunts the old man's chin and cheeks, making him whole. , Invisibly, a little more heroic momentum.

The old man simply inserted a wooden hairpin on his head to close up his hair, and he was nothing more than a simple sackcloth worn by an ordinary low-level person.

The old man seemed to be a wild scavenger who had just entered the city from the wild and had no time to put on his home clothes.

But Zhang Heng only looked at the boots at the feet of the old man. They were a pair of leather boots with excellent materials. The leather of the boots was produced on the mudflats of the middle valley of the West River Valley, a kind of monster beast above the peak of the first stage of Qi Refining. The skin of this monster beast is as bright red as a flame, and it is extremely difficult for Yuan soldiers to break through the opponent's defenses under the ordinary yellow rank middle-rank.

However, this kind of monster skin, after being made into boots, is also warm and breathable, and it is very soft and extremely comfortable. It is the best material for making boots of the yellow rank soldier.

This pair of boots are middle-grade yellow boots. Such boots are simply impossible for a scavenger to wear. What's more, this pair of boots is a bit smaller for the older man with huge physique, so that one pair of the old man's feet, on the toes of the boots, protrudes a large part, obviously because the toes are curled up.

The old man noticed Zhang Heng’s gaze, he was looking at his feet, he laughed, and said without evasiveness: "I just came back from a trip out of the city, and there was a brave and bandit who bullied the weak and unarmed ordinary pedestrians on the road. ."

"So I shot and killed the shameless brave man. I also lacked a pair of original equipment, so I just took his to use it, but my feet are a bit big, so it looks a bit unfit. Why do you mind if I wear them? Dead man’s shoes?"

Zhang Heng smiled and shook his head, then did not speak, and looked at the linen and wooden hairpin on the old man.

Zhang Heng didn't think there was anything wrong with the opponent killing and oppressing the good brave, and taking the original soldiers from the brave's corpse for his own use.

It's just that when Zhang Heng saw the sackcloth he was wearing and the wooden hairpin on his head, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Because Zhang Heng discovered that the linen on the other side actually looked a little unfit and cramped, so that the old man was like an adult, wearing a child's clothes, the whole person could not tell the strangeness.

Obviously, this linen dress is not the old man's own.

This can't help but make people speculate. If the old man killed a brave bandit and grabbed the pair of middle-grade yellow boots, then would this sackcloth be the same loot that the old man grabbed after killing an ordinary person?

The wooden hairpin on the old man's head, although there is no problem, but the hair inserted by the wooden hairpin is a bit too clean.

People who often go out of the city, eat and sleep in the wild, must cherish every bit of their vitality, even if they can use vitality to purify their hair and clothing, many low-level brave men who lack resources are reluctant to do so, so that they often run into the wilderness. The low-level braves almost all have a common feature, that is, unkempt and unshaven.

Zhang Heng looked at the seemingly heroic and unruly old man opposite, with sharp eyes and a cold expression on his face. "You don't look like a brave who often goes out of the city. Look at the linen clothes on your body, and you don't look like your own. I don't bother with these. No matter, but can you tell me, what are you here for?"

After listening to Zhang Heng's words, the old man's seemingly unrestrained expression on his face suddenly disappeared. Instead, he was replaced by a face that instantly became cruel, cruel and bloodthirsty. The old man's eyes were cold. Jingmang, with his jaw slightly raised his head to look up at the sky, he didn't bother to look at Zhang Heng at all, and said lightly: "Did you see it? If I say, I'm here to kill you, do you believe it?"

Zhang Heng was stunned for a while, and then he laughed. His lips moved, and he seemed to be smiling slightly, but Zhang Heng's eyes exuded a deep cold light, without the slightest smile: " Really? Your words remind me of a sentence someone said to me before, many people wanted to kill me, but these people are already dead, and I am still alive so far."

"Want to kill me, are you... worthy?"

Before that, many people just thought that Zhang Heng was a bit powerful.

At this moment, the teenagers and girls present on the semi-circular square suddenly realized that the teenager in front of them had such a domineering side leakage. The occasional domineering side leakage of this ordinary teenager was quite sensational!

After listening to Zhang Heng’s words, the old man did not answer immediately. Instead, he took off the brown-yellow bow on his back, sticking out his blood-colored tongue, and licked the blood-colored bowstring on his large bow. Then he looked at Zhang Heng, gloomy. Said: "If you don't try, who knows who will die?"

Zhang Heng listened with a smile and said something weird: "Try and die, you are dying."

Regardless of whether the other party understood his words or not, Zhang Heng had already turned his head and looked in the direction of the white-haired elegant old man.

This time without Zhang Heng speaking, the opponent already understood what Zhang Heng meant, and took the initiative to withdraw from the center of the fighting platform and sit in his own position. Then he announced: "The last tenth round of the Black Iron Warriors showdown now begins, and the winner is promoted. , To become a first-grade bronze brave, the loser needs to challenge the duel again from the first round."