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"Chopsticks?"

Pan Feipeng took a closer look and saw the words "Zuiyuelou" clearly written on the end of the chopsticks.

And the style of the chopsticks is exactly the same as that of Zuiyuelou, which is the same Zuiyuelou that Zhang Ping has been trading with.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change, including the heads of the Conservative faction.

"What thing?" Wu Huan reached out to grab the chopsticks, but was suddenly stopped by an erratic voice.

"If you want to feel the self-destruction of a warrior in the Bacheng realm, please feel free."

Wu Huan was so frightened that his hands shook, and he shrank back directly.

Then I heard the voice from nowhere saying: "All those who are injured and still alive, open your mouth."

Because it was too weird, no one really opened their mouths.

A sky-blood martial artist in Si Zijin's arms was on the verge of death, and he lowered his head powerlessly.

Feeling the strangeness in his arms, Si Zijin felt sad from it, gently pinched the warrior's chin, and pulled him away.

Whoosh.

A piece of meat suddenly appeared in the opened mouth of the dying warrior.

There is no need to chew, the piece of meat directly turns into juice and flows into the belly of the warrior.

The wound on the warrior who was on the verge of death recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his face also changed from pale to rosy.

Seeing this, Si Zijin quickly shouted: "Everyone open your mouth!"

Whoosh...

Countless piercing sounds appeared from all directions, and all the warriors who opened their mouths eventually took a mouthful of food inexplicably.

Some are braised pork, some are leeks.

And no matter what kind of dish it is, it turns into juice and flows in at the moment of entrance, quickly recovering from the injury.

Wang Chengge, whose eyes were already full of tears, shouted: "Which adult is helping, please see me!"

"Oh, that's what I said, just give me a little more tip when you come to dinner in the future."

A figure slowly walked out of the Demon Realm with a smile on his face.

Pan Feipeng's eyes were about to pop out: "You, are you the waiter at the shop in Zuiyuelou?"

"Exactly!" Xiao Er smiled and bowed to the people present.

The strength in the hands of the city lord did not decrease, and he directly sealed several people with spiritual power, and he also looked in surprise.

"You are such a powerful person in Zhongcheng, why do you..."

"Why didn't you take action just now? Why did you let them kill like this!" Si Zijin directly interrupted the city lord.

Xiao Er turned around with a smile, but under the gaze of Si Zijin's red eyes, the smile slowly faded away.

"Me, I just arrived too."

The tone was not as joking as before, but a little guilty.

Si Zijin was taken aback by this.

His lips parted a few times, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Si Zijin looked at his subordinates who were all dead and wounded, this elegant man like a god of war fell into endless silence.

The city lord forcefully concealed his grief, and walked towards Xiaoer: "Who are you? You have been hiding in Zhongcheng for so long, and what is your purpose?"

"What about me?" Xiao Er smiled lightly, her voice and appearance began to change slowly, the original coarse clothes were gone, replaced by a beautiful face like a fairy.

"I'm just a poor man who came with him." Qingli's voice came out of her mouth, but she still didn't tell the city lord the answer.

The jade hand pointed towards the sealed Patriarchs, and several light spots appeared from their dantians and flew into her hands.

The breath of the Patriarchs began to decline rapidly, and they all yelled in horror.

"What have you done to us!"

"It's nothing, just take away your martial arts origin and let you be honest."

At the tip of her fingers, there were a few sources of martial arts that could drive all warriors crazy, but she discarded them to the city lord like garbage.

"Put it away, although you are pedantic, you are still right in the general direction."

The city lord stared blankly at the clusters of origin floating in front of his eyes, "What realm are you?"

"Aren't you guys going to open the way? You'll know if you go and see for yourself."

Xiao Er's figure had disappeared, and with the sound of receding away, the dead soldiers who were blocked by the chopsticks from exploding themselves were reduced to ashes.

…………

Zhang Ping watched the monster grandpa walking faster and faster in front of him, and couldn't help asking:
"Grandpa, do you remember me? I'm Zhang Ping, your son's son."

The monster didn't look back, but its pace was getting faster and faster.

"Zhang Wuji, do you remember, your son!"

The monster kept walking, but turned his head, and then turned back quickly.

Zhang Ping could clearly see a trace of confusion on his face.

Zhang Ping has been exploring.

He saw in his previous memories that only the Great Elder was present when he was born. His grandfather did not show up and should have passed away, so it is normal not to have an impression of himself.

But when he mentioned Dad's name, he obviously reacted.

This shows that he should have some memories of his own, but his sanity is not clear.

Still thinking, suddenly a strong breath came over.

A man about three meters tall, with a black body emitting black air, seemed to be a death knight.

Zhang Ping's monster grandfather stopped in his tracks, turned his head around, and seemed to say, "Here we are."

The man opened his eyes, and the surrounding spiritual power instantly fluctuated violently.

Zhang Ping confirmed that these were the eyes he saw in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The existence in the depths of the Demon Realm.

"You are the Lord of the Demon Realm? That light curtain..."

Before Zhang Ping finished speaking, the Lord of the Demon Realm pushed the monster grandfather away and rushed towards Zhang Ping.

A huge and cold killing intent struck, and a familiar sense of oppression suddenly appeared in Zhang Ping's heart.

"Ancient Desolate Realm!"

Unexpectedly, there was a desolate ancient realm in the Demon Realm, and Zhang Ping, who hadn't won for a while, was directly thrown away by the collision of the Demon Realm Lord.

Forcibly turning around in the air, Zhang Ping drew his saber.

"Break the waves!"

The sword energy that suppressed everything was shattered by the Demon Lord's fist, and then the huge black fist rushed to Zhang Ping who was in the air.

The fist grew bigger and bigger in the field of vision, and a metal mask instantly covered Zhang Ping's face.

He directly turned on Wu Sheng's transformation form, and slapped the Lord of the Demon Realm back with a slap.

Rumble!
Three consecutive mountain ranges were pierced by Zhang Ping's slap.

The Lord of the Demon Realm climbed out of the mountain, his dark face showing a burst of excitement.

Seemingly a reckless man eager to fight, the Lord of the Demon Realm galloped towards Zhang Ping again.

Wu Sheng's transformation quickly consumed Zhang Ping's spiritual power.

Seeing the Lord of the Demon Realm rushing over without hesitation, Zhang Ping activated the blood rage state, and his red bloody body also rushed forward.

"Father!"

Using fists to transform into knives, Zhang Ping's whole body was like a sharp weapon, every time he cut a big hole in the body of the Lord of the Demon Realm.

But soon, the black dead air was like a needle and thread sewing up the wound.

The two of them exchanged hundreds of punches in an instant, like thunder bursting from the sky, flooding the wilderness.

The bloody aura on Zhang Ping's body soared wildly, symbolizing that the opponent's life force was extremely majestic and vast.

Tough!

This is the most difficult battle that Zhang Pingxiang has encountered so far.

I met a lot of people with a higher realm than myself, but no one was like the Lord of the Demon Realm in front of me, with full speed and strength.

His own martial arts can hardly cause him any harm.

Seeing the Lord of the Demon Realm rushing towards him again, Zhang Ping was very tired.

"Brother, can't you run out of strength?"

In an instant, the two fought together again.

The roar that resounded through the sky naturally spread to the periphery of the Demon Realm.

The city lord and the others heard this and prepared to go to support.

However, there seems to be an invisible membrane in the Demon Realm, no matter how hard you try, you can't step in.

"Don't bother, go in after the inside is over."

The cold voice floated again, "You guys can't break the situation that you have waited so hard for, so let's get things done first."

The city lord has judged that the woman who turned into a mistress must be a person above Zhongcheng, and the means that can deprive the origin of martial arts alone may be the so-called ancient realm.

The difference between realms is like heaven and earth. As an old man who has lived for hundreds of years, the city owner couldn't be more clear.

He exchanged a glance with Si Zijin, who had cheered up, and beckoned him to deal with the current mess.

…………

Zhang Ping was very annoyed by the Lord of the Demon Realm.

He didn't even have a prologue, and he went straight to the death. As a villain, he was too good.

The black fist wind danced again, and Zhang Ping used the hell step horizontal knife to step out and slash.

The originally mountain-like transformed form of the martial saint was pinned down by the lord of the Demon Realm, who seemed so small in comparison, he simply lifted the transformed form of the martial saint, and fought him with blood rage.

The non-stop hand-to-hand combat has absorbed more and more blood energy, and Zhang Ping's state has become more and more healthy.

Seeing this, the Lord of the Demon Realm's face became more and more excited.

This made Zhang Ping feel more and more difficult.

It's not that Zhang Ping didn't want to run, but whenever he wanted to leave the battle, the Lord of the Demon Realm would always hit the place where he left, making it impossible for him to leave.

The full state of blood rage made Zhang Ping's physique reach a very tough state. Except for restricting Zhang Ping's actions, the general attacks of the Lord of the Demon Realm could not cause substantial damage to him.

It didn't hurt, it couldn't kill him, and he was still being stalked all the time. Zhang Ping felt trapped.

It's like fighting with gangsters on the street, and they can't beat you, they just hug your thighs and refuse to let you go, and occasionally raise their heads and hit you twice.

It's too much trouble!

The Lord of the Demon Realm charged again, Zhang Ping stared at the attack and counterattacked, but after a short confrontation, Zhang Ping hesitated.

Because he didn't see a trace of killing intent in the eyes of the Lord of the Demon Realm.

Zhang Ping avoided the attack of the Lord of the Demon Realm, and began to recall the scene when he first met.

It seemed that from the very beginning, there was only excitement in the eyes of the Lord of the Demon Realm.

Zhang Ping got close to resisting an attack again, feeling something was wrong.

Those murderous auras all come from the death aura floating in his body, not from himself.

what happened?

While thinking, Zhang Ping took the opportunity to use Turn Enemy into Friend against the Lord of Demon Realm.

Suddenly, a wave of chaos appeared in Zhang Ping's sea of ​​consciousness.

The memory fragments are not noisy, but very short and vague.

Zhang Ping saw the master of the Demon Realm standing in front of the light curtain, and punched it expressionlessly.

The light curtain also seemed to be counterattacking, and the film spread, trying to wrap the fist of the Lord of the Demon Realm.