I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Yuan Shijie saw that Zhang Hengming had the chance to win. Under his praise, he was still able to remain extremely sober and calm. He couldn't help but appreciate Zhang Heng more. He immediately lifted the armor of vitality on his body, and then turned to The white-haired and elegant old man in the distance said faintly: "I lost this round."

Then, Yuan Shijie turned his head to look at Zhang Heng, and said: "Maybe you are right, maybe you don't need the help of "Ranked Stars" at all, and you can already reach an unbelievably high level."

After speaking, Yuan Shijie turned around without waiting for Zhang Heng's answer, and walked towards the bottom of the fighting platform.

Zhang Heng saw the shabby middle-aged man in front of him, walking towards the bottom of the fighting platform, unspeakable loneliness and loneliness, and suddenly some inexplicable emotions flowed in his heart, looking at the other side's distant figure, He suddenly said: "Senior Brother Yuan, I said that even if I beat you, I may not necessarily not practice "Chaotic Star Fragmentation"."

"I don't know where the brother lives in the college, so Zhang Pingran will come to visit when he has time."

After listening to Zhang Heng's words, Yuan Shijie paused when he was leaving, and then said: "I am no longer living in the college."

"If you are interested, you can find me at the Yuan's grocery store in the east city of Shoujiang."

After speaking, he waved his hand without looking back, and then walked into the distance.

Then the white-haired and elegant old man stepped onto the stage and announced that Zhang Heng had won another round of the bronze warrior duel.

As the white-haired and elegant old man announced his victory, Zhang Heng had left the fighting platform and went to the hall of the duel to restore his vitality and energy.

But on the semi-circular square, the teenagers and girls present did not give up their discussions because of Zhang Heng's departure.

"Unexpectedly, the strength of vitality contained in Zhang Heng's Dantian Qi Sea is so huge, it is actually enough to have such a profound background as Yuan Shijie, who has not been upgraded to the second stage of Qi refining for 30 years, and is comparable to the monster!"

"The vitality in Zhang Heng's body is indeed huge, but it's not huge enough to match Yuan Shijie's vitality in the body, right?"

"Then why is Zhang Heng the final winner, not Yuan Shijie?"

Everyone argued endlessly, and finally turned their eyes to the experts next to them.

Connoisseurs had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "If you want to talk about monsters, I am afraid that these two people are enough to be called monsters.

"As for the two of them, the energy contained in that person's body is even greater. This answer is obvious. After all, Zhang Heng's background is still shallow, and it is impossible to exceed the energy content of Yuan Shijie's body."

"As for why in the end, Yuan Shijie did not have the vitality power left in his body, but Zhang Heng's vitality power remained. It was only because of the duel between the two. From the beginning to the end, Yuan Shijie was consuming an extremely large amount of vitality. Strength, gather the spirit of vitality and launch an offensive."

"The glow of vitality requires Yuan Shijie to reach the saturation of vitality in his palm every time before he can condense successfully. The vitality consumed is extremely large. When Zhang Heng responds to an attack, he can adjust the amount of vitality he injects according to the strength of the attack. In this way, Zhang Heng's energy consumption is only a fraction of that of the other party. If things go on like this, the one who first exhausts his energy will naturally become Yuan Shijie.

Speaking of this, the expert couldn't help adding: "Of course, this is also the beginning of Yuan Shijie. He has seriously underestimated the vitality reserves in Zhang Heng's body, which will lead to subsequent events."

"All in all, in the life and death duel, Zhang Heng may not be the opponent of Yuan Shijie, who has a deep and terrifying background, but Zhang Heng himself is definitely a person not to be underestimated. What's more, it may not take long. Once Zhang Heng breaks through the first grade of Qi Refining Consummate, immediately be able to crush the opponent at the product level."

"It seems that Yuan Shijie has no hope in the future, and Zhang Heng, if he does not die in his youth, I am afraid that his future will be limitless!"

If you put it in the past, experts or parents of teenagers and girls, praise other peers for their future is limitless, so what is it, young girls even if they don’t say anything, they must scold the person who is praised in their hearts. A dog with **** head.

But this time, after listening to experts' praise of Zhang Heng, it was unexpected that no one refuted it. Many people cheered instead.

Because I don't know when, Zhang Heng's name has become the target of admiration and pursuit of these people.

After all, these young girls may lack the necessary experience, or may not have enough patience, perseverance, and perseverance. However, their life experience and status determine that they do not lack the ability to observe words and colors and identify talents.

In their hearts, Zhang Heng is a rare talent!

In the future, even if you can't win over your own subordinates, you must have a good relationship with the other party.

Hall of duels.

At the round table in the middle of the hall, Zhang Heng sat quietly in his seat.

On his way back, he had already swallowed a whole bottle of Yiqi Pill.

At this time, Zhang Hengzheng closed his eyes tightly, breathing evenly, absorbing the continuous strands of vitality that escaped from the body after digesting the Yiqi Pill.

Zhang Heng's whole person is immersed in a state of extreme concentration and eagerness towards me.

In this state of concentration and selflessness, Zhang Heng only took a moment to regain his energy and vitality.

The moment he recovered, Zhang Heng opened his eyes and looked around.

I found the people around, some of them were looking at them, their faces were full of wonder, and the expressions on some people's faces were full of a sense of eagerness.

There are also people who are concentrating on their own things, practicing, being in a daze, or sleeping. Everyone has their own things to do.

At this moment, the white-haired and elegant old man once again appeared in the duel's hall.

Then the other party called out the names of Zhang Heng and another person, who was named Wang Luren.

Wang Luren heard the name as if he should be a black-faced man with long hands and long feet, muscular, and impulsive.

But Wang Luren in front of Zhang Heng was not at all.

Wang Luren in front of Zhang Heng is a scholar in white.

This man is not tall or thin, his skin is neither black nor white, and his face is always inferior, only the subtle expression of reading a book.

Every time he sees the acquaintances around him, he always smiles politely in advance, showing the demeanor of a gentleman.

However, Zhang Heng discovered that no matter how humble the other party smiles, there is always a faint ray of faintness hidden in his smile, which is far away from others and disdain.

There was never a slight smile in Wang Luren's eyes.

The two followers, the white-haired and elegant old man, stepped onto the battlefield.

As soon as he stood in the center of the fighting platform, Wang Luren looked at Zhang Heng in front of him, smiled suddenly, and said enthusiastically, "I have watched all of the fourteen matches of Brother Zhang, and none of them has fallen. , It can be said that the scenes are wonderful, unforgettable and impressive."

This time, there was still no slight smile in the eyes of Wang Luren who was smiling.

Not only did his eyes not smile, but there was a hint of coldness hidden in his eyes.

Many people can't help their eyes before they kill, and there will be a trace of cruel bloodthirsty that can't be suppressed, and the murderousness without human feelings.

The icy cold in Wang Luren's eyes was like a murderous look.

Zhang Heng couldn't understand, when he offended the other party, and wanted to make the other party want to kill him.

Since the other party has no good feelings about him, and it seems that he wants to kill himself, Zhang Heng has no need to be polite with the other party, so he said: "There should be no fourteen games, so many? Are you sure you watched my duel? Huh?"

"If I remember correctly, I seem to have more than one duel. I won without a fight. I didn't need to be on the fighting platform to win the game."

Wang Luren smiled awkwardly, instead of making sophistry on what he had said. Instead, he smiled and took a stroke of it. Then he said: "Win without a fight. That can only show that Brother Zhang’s powerful combat power has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Many of his opponents are only willing to go down."

After listening to Wang Luren’s words, Zhang Heng suddenly turned his head to look at each other, with a weird smile on his face: “Since I know that Zhang Heng is so strong, why don’t you surrender and give up? Don’t you like being hanged? Unexpectedly, Brother Wang is a talented person who actually likes to be abused. As expected, he is not a person to look like, and the sea is not to be able to compare."

Wang Luren listened to Zhang Heng’s obvious lack of face, and finally put away the smirk on his face. He stared at Zhang Heng in front of him with a grim expression, and said faintly: "Brother Zhang is naturally very strong, but brother Zhang has already I don’t believe that after participating in so many duels in a row, Brother Zhang doesn’t feel tired.”

"The so-called end of the crossbow can't pass through Lu Jin. I don't believe that anyone can always win a streak without defeat."

"The human body is made of flesh and blood. After all, it is not plants, trees, bamboos, and stones. Plants, trees, bamboos and stones will not feel tired, but even if a person can restore vitality and energy by swallowing the Yiqi Pill, it is the exhaustion accumulated by the human flesh and blood body. But it will not disappear."

Zhang Heng smiled slightly and looked at Wang Luren in front of him: "I understand, you are here to pick up the bargain. Do you think that I am now at the end of that forceful crossbow that can't penetrate Lu Jin."

"It's just that you may have miscalculated, my Zhang Heng's is cheap, but it's not that easy to pick."

At this time, Wang Luren in front of him no longer has the gentleness of the number four scholar. Of course, it is possible that the scholar is like this ghost. He sneered, and then said: "Is it good to pick it up? know."

Zhang Heng listened to the other party's words, but only slightly pressed the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly, not talking to the other party at all.

The white-haired and elegant old man on one side saw him, and immediately took a step forward, announcing the official start of the duel between the two. This match was the fourth round of the two first-grade bronze brave.