Prehistoric: When a good old man awakens to the evil system

Demon King Peng regained his sense, and when he looked at his famous father in front of him, he realized that he could also have a backstage.

People who are born with backing and support can easily have more, but those who are born without it will have a hard time living, and if they work hard many years ago, there is a high probability that they will not have it.

For example, when father and son did not know each other, he had to make friends with the Demon King in order to get a little more resources. When father and son recognized each other, he instantly changed from a casual cultivator to a saint's disciple, and he had feelings for most of the powerful people in the ancient world.

Ao Bing and Demon King Jiao had also stopped and looked at the father and son in shock.

Ao Bing: I didn’t realize it, but this Peng Demon King has some background!

Demon King:...

The Demon King didn't know what he was feeling, he just felt that he no longer needed to laugh in his life.

Forget it about Ao Bing, he is the son of the Dragon King after all... But if his father wants to fight, he can also be the Dragon King!

This Peng Demon King, they have supported each other for so many years, and now they don’t want to play with him anymore?

Kunpeng shouted: "Ao Bing!"

Ao Bing hurriedly ran two steps, stepped forward and cupped his hands and said: "Greetings to senior, what are your orders?"

Kunpeng smiled kindly: "I have sent a message to Hongyun, asking him to accept my son as his disciple. Please take him back to Wuzhuang Temple to become a disciple!"

"Yes!" Ao Bing responded in a low voice.

The Jiao Demon King was very angry. Sure enough, what the Buddhist saint said was true. The first disciple of the Wuzhuang Guan Sage did not look at qualifications, only family background, and there was no unknown person!

All he could choose was Buddhism.

Demon King Peng glanced at Demon King Jiao and wanted to take Demon King Jiao to Wuzhuang Temple with him. But the Demon King's face was filled with gloom and he didn't even look at him, leaving him with no idea where to start what he wanted to say.

"King Jiao Demon, do you want to come back to Wuzhuang Temple with us?" Ao Bing has been a disciple for many years. He has the courage and confidence to ask Demon King Jiao to go with him.

It's a pity that the Jiao Demon King has become jealous of these two old friends. He wants to have but also retain his dignity. He must have the integrity of "even if I don't have a backing, I can still gain some fame".

"Yes, come with us!" Only when Ao Bing opened his mouth did King Peng dare to invite him. Otherwise, how could he, a young disciple who had not yet completed the apprenticeship ceremony, have the guts to take his friends to the master's gate?

"Don't go!" The Demon King's face was ashen and he turned his head without looking at them again.

Demon King Peng didn't understand the behavior of Demon King Jiao very much. If he could become a disciple of a saint, even if he was not a master or disciple, he would still be much stronger than a casual cultivator. Why should he refuse?

Ao Bing looked at Jiao Demon King for a long time and realized that this friend had disappeared long before he became a disciple.

"Let's go!" Ao Bing said to Peng Demon King.

Demon King Peng looked at Kunpeng, full of expectation and admiration. Kunpeng's expression was indifferent, as if this son was not enough for him to pay attention to.

After a while, Kunpeng transformed into his original form and left directly.

After Kunpeng left, Demon King Peng couldn't hide his disappointment: "Brother, what do you mean by father?"

"No reason! I just don't want to."

It's just to comfort people. Ao Bing is very thoughtful, but powerless. These words were as straightforward as a stab in the admiring heart of Demon King Peng.

Seeing Jiao Demon King leaving with Ao Bing, Peng Demon King's eyes became increasingly gloomy. He slowly turned his head to look at Wen Zhong and suddenly took action.

Black smoke lingered on the demon dragon's claws, and it grabbed Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong was alert and hid sideways. But the Peng Demon King did not stop there, but rowed directly to the other side. The poisonous dragon claw penetrated the chest of a young general, and the other hand violently tore it apart, splitting a large living person into two, and the blood and energy were scattered.