I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Afterwards, Yuan Yaozuo looked at the Yang Gong beside him and said: "Yang Gong, Huang Gong helped you find the horn token. Why don't you thank them, and don't explain them clearly."

"Now that I was almost misunderstood by Gong Huang, you sent someone to kill Mr. Yudi's disciple."

Yang Gong listened to Yuan Yao's words, and hurriedly bowed his hand to Huang Gong, who was scheming to one side, as a thank you.

Huang Gong saw that the other two were so shameless, he cursed them to death, but he didn't know what to do.

Seeing the look on Huang Gong’s face depressed and indignant, he could not say a word. Mr. Yuan in one seat looked at the other side cheerfully and said, “Is there anything else you would like to advise?”

"If there is nothing else, please go slowly and not deliver it. After all, it will be light if you wait any longer."

Huang Gong snorted, but he was helpless to the two of them. Now he really can't come up with conclusive evidence to prove that Yang Gong is the initiator of the series of events tonight.

Originally, Huang Gong wanted to rely on the general situation, and then Mr. Yudi and Sun Yaoting's name in the North Sea Escort, the three strengths, crushed and crushed the power of the Yang Gong.

Who would have thought, I don't know when Yang Gong actually had Yiyang City, and Yuan Yao became an old friend.

Yuan Yaozuo was a member of the Anxi Dudufu. As a result, Huang Gong didn't have any definite evidence, so he was not good at arbitrarily doing it.

Thinking of this, Huang Gong snorted coldly, and he was ready to leave.

Although he was very reluctant, but the manpower was sometimes poor, he was helpless.

But just when everyone was about to give up, a figure suddenly walked in from outside the Yanggong's gate, passed through the multiple doors, and walked towards the hall at this time.

Before the visitor walked into the hall, a clear voice rang: "Say we have nothing, how can there be nothing?"

As soon as the voice came off, a panting voice behind him had chased him: "Stop him, he broke in without authorization!"

"Who are you who dare to break into the Yanggong Mansion without authorization?"

The person who spoke this was the concierge in Yanggong's mansion.

He was staring at the direction of the hall, thinking about how the Yang Gong and Huang public people in the hall would fight each other.

Unexpectedly, a young man suddenly broke into the Yanggong's mansion from behind him and walked directly toward the hall. The place he passed was like no one, and he directly regarded his Yanggong concierge as air.

He suddenly refused to agree and wanted to catch up to stop the opponent, but suddenly realized that there was a young man in front of him. He seemed to be walking at a slow pace and his steps were not too big, but no matter how he chased him, he still couldn't catch up with the opponent. His footsteps were always close to that of the other party, but the distance between them was as far away as the end of the world.

Only then was the voice coming from behind the concierge when the boy came to the hall just now, which made people stop the boy.

The teenager did not recognize people, it was Zhang Heng.

In the courtyard outside the hall, there are still thirty thirty-six elite guards.

Thirty elite guards stood quietly in the courtyard. The queues were quietly organized and immovable, like sculptures. They actually gave birth to a solemn and strange feeling, and like a javelin, as if they did not move, as long as they Whenever it moves, it will inevitably be shocked, devastated, and cause astonishing destructive power.

Thirty Jingwei heard the voice of the concierge, as if they hadn't heard it. They still stood quietly on the spot, silent and motionless.

They are the thirty-six elite guards of the Yang Gong, not the thirty-six elite guards of the gate guard of the Yang Gong mansion.

In the Yanggong Mansion, the people who can control them, the Yanggong's concierge cannot, even the descendants and relatives of the Yanggong, only Yanggong is qualified to control them.

Just as Zhang Heng was about to walk into the hall, the Yang Gong, standing quietly beside Yuan Yao's seat, suddenly spoke. He just said three words indifferently: "Stop him."

The Yang Gong did not say who to stop, nor did he say who he wanted to do this thing.

Suddenly, outside the hall, the thirty elite guards who were standing on the side of a javelin looked like a **** suddenly resurrected. They all looked at Zhang Heng's back, and then suddenly punched at the same time.

Suddenly, thirty fist gangs broke through the air at the same time, making a huge deafening roar.

Amid the roar, the white translucent fists made up of thirty fist gangs, like hammers with amazing destructive power, bombarded Zhang Heng's back without hesitation.

Seeing this scene, Huang Gong's eyes were already narrowed.

Because the person who can practice fist gang is already considered the strong one among the martial artists.

At the same time, it was the strong one among the warriors who made the move, even Lord Huang himself felt the terrifying power in it.

He knew that even with his strength, being attacked by these thirty fist gangs would not die, but it would certainly not be very comfortable.

I am afraid that I will fall to the ground at that time, and I have to go home and lie down for at least half a month to completely dissolve the power of the 30 punches.

Only then did Huang Gong suddenly realize that Yang Gong, the most common member of the 36 Jingwei, is inferior to his 72 Tiangangs, but he is not sure if the thirty-six members of the ancient country fight together. Is the thirty-six Tiangang under his command an opponent of the opponent's thirty-six elite guards?

Only then did Huang Gong discover that he seemed to underestimate the power of Yang Gong.

And just as Huang Gong's heart moved slightly, the 30 semi-transparent fists transformed into fists had crashed onto Zhang Heng's back.

There was a loud noise.

Many people can already imagine the tragic scene of the young man in front of him who was about to be directly bombarded by this blow, the body shattered, the five internal organs were flying, the muscles were broken, and the whole body was dead.

However, Zhang Heng almost confiscated almost any changes after being concentrated by 30 fists on his back.

If there is any change, it is that after he was concentrated, his body tilted forward slightly, as if he was simply pushed by someone, and then there was nothing left.

He was so good in his spare time, raised his foot forward without incident, and was ready to step into the hall.

At this moment, the head of the thirty-six fine guards in the hall, seeing the full blow of the thirty fine guards in the courtyard, did not cause much hindrance to Zhang Heng, and his eyes immediately narrowed. .

When he saw that Zhang Heng had already raised his foot at this time, and was about to step into the hall, his eyebrows immediately jumped up unhappy.

And when his eyebrows were raised, and when Zhang Heng raised his foot to enter the hall, he suddenly punched out.

With a bang, the same fist gang broke out, turned into a fist mark, and rushed towards Zhang Heng's chest.

It's just different from the boxing fired by the thirty elite guards outside the hall.

The fist gangs that thirty Jingwei aroused were white and transparent fists.

But the fist gang that the head of the thirty-six fine guards aroused was a golden fist.

The fists spurred by thirty fine guards were only the size of ordinary fists.

However, the golden fist gangs that the head of the thirty-six fine guards evoked were the size of a bull's head.

A fist the size of a bull head crashed into Zhang Heng.

The expression on Zhang Heng's face did not change, and the steps under his feet did not stop, walking out facing the golden fist.

At the same time, his right hand also punched out.

His punch did not form a punch at all, but as he punched it out, his entire right hand was covered with weird blood-colored scales in an instant, and it looked like a demon's claws. Unspeakable weird and hideous.

The size of his fist has not changed in the slightest.

Zhang Heng's punch was indescribably small compared to the opponent's fist, and compared with the golden fist of a bull's head, it was as small as a bean paste bag.

However, Zhang Heng's fist, as small as a bean paste bag, slammed into the golden fist like a bull's head, but everyone's expressions couldn't help but become unbelievable.

Because when Zhang Heng punched out, the fist gang that the head of the thirty-six fine guards ignited was like a pebble hitting a rock, crashing and bursting, and then disappeared without a trace.

After Zhang Heng's fist broke the fist, the face of the head of the thirty-six Jingwei on the opposite side suddenly turned pale. Seeing that his expression seemed to be suppressing something.

However, in the end he didn't suppress it, but with a pop, a mouthful of blood had been sprayed out of his mouth.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the look on his face became paler, with no trace of blood on his face.

Seeing the appearance of the other party being seriously injured, Zhang Heng couldn't help but sighed: "I thought it was a real boxing gang. It turned out to be just a simulation of Qi refining skills!"

After saying a word, Zhang Heng dropped his right foot, and the whole person had stepped into the hall.

Then his right hand gradually returned to its original shape.

And the head of the thirty-six Jingwei who was just vomiting blood with Zhang Heng's punch, stared at Zhang Heng's restored right hand, and said bitterly: "The body is alienated, or you are a monster. Otherwise, it is someone who takes refuge in demons!"

When Zhang Heng heard the other party's words, before he could answer, he heard Xia Yu on one side open his mouth and said: "Isolate and ignorant! Even the martial artist's ability and the monster can't be distinguished, so I'm not ashamed, hehe!"

After being robbed of white by Xia Yu, the pale face of the head of the 36 Jingwei's face suddenly became even more bitter, but Xia Yu didn't bother to pay attention to the other party.

Zhang Heng also didn't bother to pay attention to the other party, but just nodded slightly at the public, which was regarded as hello.

Immediately, he looked straight at the hall. The only person sitting in the hall, Yuan Yazuo, just looked at him lightly, looking at the other person with a straight look, but said nothing.

That Yuan Yazuo was looked at by Zhang Heng faintly, and he didn't know why, but he couldn't help but suddenly felt a feeling in his heart, that feeling was very weird.

It was as if it was not a teenager who was looking at him, but a fierce beast, a wild beast!

It made him feel that as long as he dared to move lightly, the other party would swallow him alive without hesitation.