I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Zhang Heng didn't care about everyone's reaction. After eating the Yiqi Pill, he sat in his place, closed his eyes and regained his energy, and recovered the vitality and energy that had been consumed by the previous battles.

In a few moments, Zhang Heng had recovered as before, with the Yiqi Pill, which was really different from before.

Looking around, I saw that everyone was looking at me. There was no longer the previous ignorance or dismissal.

Now, wherever Zhang Heng looked, someone cast a kind of smile at Zhang Heng, or a small fist, and one lightly nodded.

This is the manifestation of strength.

When Zhang Heng first came, in the eyes of everyone, he was just an obscure, stinky hairy boy. Maybe the next duel would immediately die in the hands of others, and naturally no one would bother to take care of him.

But it was this obscure young man who faced off in eleven consecutive matches within a short hour, and he still won eleven consecutive matches so far, without any defeat.

This kind of performance has been enough to prove Zhang Heng's strength and prove that Zhang Heng now has the qualifications to have his own place in the Tianze Building.

For such a proud and promising young Zhang Heng, everyone has no grievances against him. Naturally, there is no need to oppose him. Instead, they want to take advantage of the present and build a good relationship with Zhang Heng, in case something happens in the future. Things, maybe you can ask Zhang Heng to help.

Give it a peach, and repay it with Qiong Yao.

Zhang Heng also remembered everyone's kindness one by one, smiling and responding one by one.

At this moment, the figure of the white-haired elegant old man appeared in front of Zhang Heng again.

Seeing the opponent, Zhang Heng stood up without hesitation and walked out of the hall of the opponents.

Just as Zhang Heng just walked out of the hall door, he suddenly heard a voice behind him saying: "When you meet an expert like Zhang Shaoye, I will bow down to the wind. This time, I abstained."

Zhang Heng turned his head and saw a young man in a blue shirt standing quietly in the middle of the hall in the hall, facing Zhang Heng with his fists in his hands and smiling.

People voluntarily abstained. Zhang Heng won without a fight. He was naturally willing to agree, so he immediately responded: "I have inherited. Zhang Heng will remember it in his heart."

The white-haired and elegant old man on one side saw that the two had reached a consensus in front of their own face, and suddenly became speechless.

This is nothing to lose to both of them.

Because both of them are the first round of duel of the first-grade bronze brave, there is no problem of deducting rewards.

On the contrary, Zhang Heng saved a lot of his energy and time.

But for Tian Ze Lou, it was an embarrassment that the admission ticket for a showdown was missed.

As a result, the other group of talents had just started the duel, Zhang Heng had to sit back in the duel's hall, wait for the duel result to appear, and then proceed to his second round of the first-grade bronze brave duel.

The winner in the second round was a young man who was as thin as a paper. The young man was able to win in the first round. Obviously, his strength would never be too bad. In addition, he was young and energetic. Zhang Heng, who is one or two years younger, can't say the word abstaining anyhow.

On the new battle stage, the white-haired and elegant old man stared blankly at the two young men in front of him, then cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Tian Zelou first-grade bronze brave, the second round of duel, now begins."

Then the white-haired elegant old man turned and left.

Facing Zhang Heng, the boy on the opposite side slammed out a strange long knife in his hand.

The knife is obviously not the masterpiece of the caster of the Great Jin Dynasty. The whole body is in the shape of a snake. There are many bottomless holes carved out on the whole body of the knife. On the back of the knife, there are bronze bells. Like things.

Zhang Heng was also the first time he saw such a peculiar Yuan Bing Long Sword.

The young man saw Zhang Heng staring at his Yuanbing long knife, so he spoke with some self-confidence: "My knife is a yellow-level high-grade Yuan soldier, and the name of the sword is'Sangchao', combined with what I have repaired. The unique "Seven Huang Sutra of Lost Chaos" was cut out with a single knife, and the sound of the knife was like a ghost weeping, making people feel heartbroken and chaotic..."

Zhang Heng heard that the other party began to introduce his original soldiers seriously, and he didn't know what to say. After finally waiting for the other party to finish talking, he saw that the other party looked at the Overlord Spear in his left hand.

It seems that this should be an exchange between courtesy and Shang. People introduced his Yuan Bing, and Zhang Heng also had to introduce himself.

Zhang Heng had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "I am also a yellow-ranked high-ranking soldier, and the gun is a master gun. The supporting training is also the "Overlord Gun". It is nothing special to use, but it is quite smooth to use and easy. Beat the opponent."

The teenager on the opposite side stopped Zhang Heng's words and couldn't help but was taken aback. Someone said that his Yuanbing was absolutely unlearned.

Hearing Zhang Heng's casual look, I knew that Zhang Heng had no in-depth study of his own Yuanbing. I am afraid that the other party's ability to be promoted to Bronze Warrior was just a fluke.

But this time, the boy decided not to let this lucky boy continue to be lucky. The thin boy has secretly vowed in his heart to defeat Zhang Heng completely.

So the boy stared at Zhang Heng with cold eyes and said, "You can do it."

Zhang Heng Zhang Heng opened his mouth, and murmured in his heart: "I will shoot first, it doesn't matter, but I am afraid that if I shoot first, you won't have a chance to shoot."

However, seeing the cold and aloof face of the opposite party, he was obviously not ready to talk nonsense with himself. Zhang Heng was too lazy to be boring, nodded slightly, the Overlord's spear in his left hand suddenly shook, and the dragon whistled in all directions.

Countless turbulent vitality surging out, surging out from Zhang Heng's Dantian Qi Sea, passing through Zhang Heng's left arm, reaching the barrel of the Overlord Gun in his hand, and finally converging to a little bit of the Overlord Gun.

There was a hum, the tip of the Overlord's spear lit up with a dazzling black light, and there was a sneer in the rapid tremor.

Zhang Heng's hand overlord's spear went out to sea like a blue dragon, and finally stabbed out suddenly.

Then, there is no more.

Because after Zhang Heng stabbed a shot, the thin boy on the opposite side had no time to shoot. Zhang Heng's gun tip, flashing with black light, had already appeared in front of him.

The thin boy hurriedly blocked the chaotic knife in front of him, but because he underestimated the power of Zhang Heng's overlord gun, the surging impact brought by the surging force of the first move of "Overlord Gun" was unscrupulous.

As a result, under the tip of Zhang Heng's Overlord's spear, he heard a clank, followed by a muffled sound.

Everyone saw that the face of the chaotic knife was only lightly tapped by the Overlord Spear, and it suddenly felt like a heavy blow. The thin young man couldn't hold his hands at all, and was shaken to throw away his hands and flutter backwards, causing confusion. Just a few steps behind the knife was the cold and arrogant face of the thin boy.

Of course, with the muffled sound of the bang, the strange twisted blade of the Sangluan Knife slapped the face of the arrogant and thin boy firmly, and the thin boy was shot on the spot with a nosebleed, and the whole face looked like It became surprisingly flat after being run over by a rolling pin.

This is not the end, the turbulent force is constantly impacting, and then directly hit the boy's body directly against the defense vitality cover of the fighting platform in the distance, directly slaps the thin boy to faint, and finally, in the bang In the sound of the sound, the boy's thin body slammed under the foot of the defensive vitality cover and never moved.

On the semi-circular square, many of the teenagers and girls present here have never seen Zhang Heng, an ordinary boy who has never seen Zhang Heng before. They did not expect this guy to be so simple and rude, with a pair of bright eyes to see if nothing happened. With the Overlord Spear, he stood there, his hands drooping naturally, and the Overlord Spear in his left hand was pointed diagonally at Zhang Heng on the ground.

After taking a look, Zhang Heng had been shot by Zhang Heng, and he fainted. A face became extremely flat. The poor and thin boy, all the boys and girls, after a moment of stunned, suddenly almost unanimously, opening their mouths crazy. Called Zhang Heng's name.

At this time, the white-haired and elegant old man had announced that Zhang Heng had won this time, once again, and won the first round of the Bronze Brave duel.

Zhang Heng didn't have much thoughts about this victory. After all, the opponent's combat power seemed to him to be ordinary, so-so. Zhang Heng hadn't warmed up before the opponent had fallen.

Hearing that he had won, Zhang Heng calmly nodded his head to the audience, and then he held the Overlord's spear, turned around, shouted the cheers of the crowd, and left behind him.

On the ninth floor of the Tianze Building, the Lord Xiao stared at the battle stage dumbfounded. At this time, he was being dragged away. The thin young man who went to the treatment, looked at the thin young man that was originally beautiful, but now it has become indescribable. , An extremely flat face, then slowly turned his head, facing A-Lian, and asked a very strange question: "Sister A-Lian, do you think it hurts to be slapped in the face by your own soldier?"

Hearing this unexpected question, A-Lian couldn't help but grabbed the hair in front of her, then blinked, before she said: "This, yes. If the host is not sure, the host can try it by himself."

Louzhu Xiao heard it, as if he was really slapped on the face by his own soldier, waved his hands again and again, and then said: "I don't want it!"

Then in the study room on the ninth floor of Tianze Building, two people laughed happily and relaxedly.

At this time, the third matchup began. Zhang Heng was a middle-aged man with a hasty hair tied to the back of his head with twine. A long gown on his body was also washed white and lost. The original color.

Middle-aged people, the shoes under their feet are also the same as they have been worn for a long time, and the style looks like the old style decades ago.

The whole person of the middle-aged person seems to have suddenly appeared in the present from a place decades ago, with a sense of abruptness that is indistinguishable from the atmosphere of today.