I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

After almost all the information of Longwhip was in his mind, Zhang Heng finally started to do it.

I saw the long whip in his right hand suddenly shook, rustling.

In the next instant, more than a thousand leaves that were originally worn on the whip were completely shattered by Zhang Heng's force just now. They were scattered and flew, all of them shattered in an instant, leaving the whip, and falling to the ground.

When Mrs. Wei and Zipao on one side met, their expressions suddenly became serious, and they only felt that they themselves seemed to underestimate the boy in front of them.

The two of them didn't say a word, their eyebrows were slightly frowned, and they looked at Zhang Heng in front of them with all their attention, waiting to see what he would do next.

Then just when everyone looked at Zhang Heng with anticipation.

Zhang Heng also threw out a whip full of confidence, and then the three-foot-long whip made a circle, suddenly came back strangely, and directly hit Zhang Heng's head directly.

If it weren't for Zhang Heng to see the opportunity quickly and tilt his head in advance, Mrs. Wei and the person in Zipao had already achieved their wishes, seeing the kid in front of them beat their brains into pigs.

Madam Wei and the Zipao people watched with great nervousness, and sighed with regret. They only hoped that Zhang Heng would continue to work hard, and next time he could not avoid the beatings of the whip and beat himself up like a pig's head.

As a result, even though Zhang Heng still had a hard time fighting, he never hit himself.

After beating for a while, Madam Wei and Zipao finally looked a little impatient. Madam Wei looked at Zhang Heng, who was still waving the whip with her hands and feet messily, while swaying from the left and right to avoid the whip she hit, looking at each other. It was so fun to play, and he couldn't help but say helplessly: "My son, how are you preparing? Can we start now?"

"This whip is pretty fun." Zhang Heng listened to Madam Wei's words, his face was still not full of joy, and he spoke intently, and then said to Madam Wei: "But since the time is almost there, let's start."

"let's start?"

Mrs. Wei and the man in Zipao on one side heard what Zhang Heng said, and immediately looked at Zhang Heng in front of him with a little surprise, thinking that they had misheard, and couldn't help repeating.

Zhang Heng whip like this, he dare to start to accept the experiment!

Such a result made Mrs. Dewei and the people in Zipao unable to think of who gave Zhang Heng such a guts.

"Yes, let's start." Zhang Heng replied with a blank face, and then said a little expectantly in the next moment: "Why? Didn't you mean that just now? Then I will play again."

Mrs. Wei was speechless, looked up at the sky, and rolled her eyes.

The person in the purple robe was thicker than her, and immediately blocked him: "Since the son is ready, everyone is waiting a little impatient. We don't care, but there is the so-called one inch of time and one inch of gold, and an inch of gold is hard to buy an inch of time. , I think we still don’t waste other people’s time."

Zhang Heng nodded his head obviously unhappy after hearing it, and finally agreed.

Afterwards, Zhang Henghe followed him closely, wishing to kick him in the **** and rushed him to act immediately. The two of them grew old together under a tree.

Then I saw Zhang Heng raising his head and squinting his eyes, looking at the dense verdant green, roof-like canopy for a moment, quietly in a trance, without saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, the purple-robed man next to him was a bit speechless, feeling that the other party was delaying time, and immediately coughed in Zhang Heng's ear, and his voice sounded a little dull under the mask: "My son, time is almost here, may you choose which tree? , Is it your goal this time?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Heng frowned slightly after hearing the words of the person in the purple robe. He shook his head and sighed with regret, and then said, "Well, how do you say it? This tree still feels a bit small and there are not enough leaves. ."

"With only these few leaves, it would be difficult to show off the power of my whip."

Hearing what Zhang Heng said, the purple-robed man and Mrs. Wei standing nearby turned their backs to laugh.

The two of them resisted the burst of laughter and scolding, and tried their best to squeeze their faces. Fortunately, they are both extraordinary masters, and they have a certain level of control over their own muscles. If others listened to it. After Zhang Heng's praise, I am afraid that the muscles have already begun to twist and start to scold his mother.

You have just learned to use the long whip, and the whip you cast is just a wild swing. I'm afraid it's not even the whip technique.

Why don't you dislike the leaves of other people's trees and raise your hands, and you can't exert your own whip power.

You ask yourself, touch your conscience and swear to God, what kind of **** power is your whip?

If you don't hit yourself, you are already burning high incense. Are you really ready to rely on your unreliable whip to bring this duel to a draw?

Although Zipaoren and Mrs. Wei know that Zhang Heng is a young and promising master, although you are a master, can't all the forces in this world pretend to be for you alone?

You have to leave a few to force others to pretend, right?

If you have to practice twice at will, you will become a master. Isn't this not a way to survive for others to pretend to commit crimes?

In the eyes of others, Zhang Heng’s performance was indeed a bit too high-profile and conceited. Even Sun Yaoting, who was watching quietly, listened to Zhang Heng’s words, although he knew that Zhang Heng was on his side. I am also going to beat Zhang Heng with a slap in the face and let him pretend.

I'll pretend it all for you, brother, where shall I pretend?

Zhang Heng saw that everyone took what he said as bragging and exaggeration, and Zhang Heng felt helpless: "Brother is actually very low-key, but his strength doesn't allow it."

"Since I can't prove it with words, let me tell you what I do next, are you bragging?"

Then Zhang Heng looked at the purple-robed man on the side and said, "This time, attack the trunk with both palms."

The person in the purple robe was a little unhappy when he heard it, why Sun Yaoting had to use both palms.

Your subtext is that the leaves that fall from my single palm can't meet your needs?

So when he heard Zhang Heng's words, the purple-robed man's boss was unhappy. He tilted his head and looked at Zhang Heng, and said stiffly, "Do I need my palms?"

"It's okay for me to use both palms. The problem is, I use both palms. Can you catch all the fallen leaves with a long whip?"

Zhang Heng listened, almost without thinking, with his head high and his chest tall, he looked confident and said: "How many leaves can you shake off, how many leaves can be picked up by my whip."

"The point is, how many leaves can you shake off."

After hearing Zhang Heng's words, the purple-robed man was speechless. He had heard of someone who could pretend, but he had never seen one who pretended to be so confident.

Could it be that this is the highest state of pretending to be a cow fork, and even myself is hypnotized and confused.

The purple-robed man couldn't help saying tit-for-tat: "If you speak big words, anyone can do it, but, what do you dare to say to yourself, the person in charge?"

"What is responsible? How is responsible?" Zhang Heng folded his arms and rested his cheeks. He looked at the purple-robed man in front of him with interest. He didn't feel that his actions made him pretend to be compelling. The temperament is even higher.

"If you can really do it, catch all the fallen leaves of mine, you don't have to compare the next duel, I count you as winning."

"If you can't do it, even if you miss a leaf, you will be considered as losing. You can't participate in the next slash to capture the flag."

Hearing the words of the purple-robed man, Sun Yaoting immediately stopped, because on the one hand, Zhang Heng was not familiar with the long whip, and there was little hope of a tie. To live, this is simply unrealistic, and Sun Yaoting doesn't think Zhang Heng can do something that even the whip master Mrs. Wei can't do.

On the other hand, based on the comparison between Madam Wei and Zhang Heng’s combat power, it can be concluded that even if this game is defeated by Madam Wei, it doesn’t matter. Madam Wei is not as powerful as Zhang Heng, and she will definitely become stronger in the end. Open the gap with Zhang Heng and will eventually be defeated by Zhang Heng.

So Sun Yaoting didn't think Zhang Heng needed to be so anxious.

But before Sun Yaoting could stop him, Zhang Heng glanced at the purple-robed man in front of him, blinked, touched his nose, and said without hesitation: "No problem, everyone's time is precious. I promised. Then you just don't regret it."

Madam Wei and Sun Yaoting shook their heads speechlessly as they looked at Zhang Heng who was talking high-profile and not afraid of the wind flashing his tongue.

And the person in Zipao was choked by Zhang Heng's big words and couldn't say a word.

Everyone is talking about it, how can the person in the purple robe half.

After holding back for a long time, the purple-robed man glared at Zhang Heng fiercely, and then coldly left a sentence: "Since you said that no matter how many leaves I shake, you can follow, then I will wait and see. "

"are you ready?"

On one side, Zhang Heng heard the obvious dissatisfaction of the person in the purple robe. He didn't care about the other party's dissatisfaction at all. He just stood quietly, holding the three-foot-long silver whip tightly in his hand.

At the same time, he closed his eyes directly, Yuan Zhen Yue stood still, and everyone looked at him with a certain temperament.

Everyone was speechless for a while. After all, this is not a singing opera. If you are full of looks, you can get a full house.

You have to rely on your true ability to pick up leaves with a long whip.

Now you close your eyes directly, and now you are ready to perform the high and deep secret method of listening to the wind and distinguishing position, this kind of hidden weapon?

But I don’t seem to have heard of the life of your hidden weapon technique?

Everyone only thinks that Zhang Heng, a handsome young man, a genius, handsome, is probably on the way, pretending to be a crime, and will never be able to look back.

After all, he is now pretending to be more upright, waiting until the end of the duel, if he doesn't even receive a leaf, it will be embarrassing.

As long as everyone thinks about such a scene, they will immediately feel that if their own Zhang Heng were to meet Jiang Dong's elders, they would have committed suicide on the spot to thank the world.