I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

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Kunpeng whispered to the two women for a while, and the two of them were immediately overjoyed and couldn’t help but gave him a thumbs up: “Gao Ming!”

The riot plan agreed upon by them is scheduled to take place at noon the next day. If before noon, Shushan does not send a number of significant elders to apologize and show sincerity, then go to the cafeteria to provoke during lunch time.

Everyone is prepared accordingly.

Because they didn’t know the consequences of this provocation, everyone had to plan for the worst. Even if they died, they had to show their might and dignity as a disciple of Rakshasa.

Let the Shushan League and even the spiritual world always remember that the Rakshasa gate cannot be humiliated.

Of course, the elders of the Shushan League did not know their plan and did not take any action. So at lunch time the next day, Wu Hua took a group of disciples into the high altitude of the dining hall. When most of the disciples who ate had left, it was estimated that they were in the dining hall. When there were no more people, everyone landed in front of the cafeteria and quickly blocked the door.

Several Qi-level disciples who were about to leave suddenly felt that something was going to happen. Looking at the look and power of the disciples of Rakshasa, this is obviously a provocation. They wanted to leave from the back of the cafeteria, but Li Yuanshen and two Qi-level disciples had blocked the back door.

“What are you going to do?” Shushan disciple asked in surprise.

“What are you doing? When you were eating, didn’t you think that we hadn’t eaten yet? Why didn’t you leave some for us? What are we eating now?” Li Yuanshen asked coldly.

The cooks who were still tidying up in the kitchen also took a peek, and when they found out that they were disciples of Rakshamon, they quickly retracted their heads and tried to avoid them.

The Shushan disciple also saw the cook and asked, “What food is left?”

The cook knew that the disciples of Rakshasa were all cooking by themselves, so he said: “There is not much, only enough for a few of us cooks. However, there are food and vegetables, which can be cooked.”

“Then quickly make some food for the guests of Luoshamen.”

But Li Yuanshen said: “You do it! If you don’t save food for us, then you can cook it for us yourself.”

The few Shushan disciples looked at the disciples of Rakshasa in the dining hall, so naturally they didn’t dare to violate them, so they had to walk into the kitchen. Li Yuanshen and Kunpeng also followed, one to supervise, and the other to find fault.

But at this time, standing at a door, Li-level disciples retreated into the cafeteria hall, and a dozen god-level disciples walked in outside the door. They were probably late for dinner.

“Oh, brothers from Luoshamen are also here to eat.” A Shushan disciple asked, but his tone was not good.

Chen She and Zu Long walked over: “Why, are you allowed to come to eat, aren’t we allowed to eat too?”

“It seems that the elders are too accustomed to you, that you don’t know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and you don’t know how to respect your master. When you came to the Shushan League, do you still want to be the mainstay?”

“Where, we just want to eat a meal.”

Seeing that only two of Chen She and Zulong came forward to talk, the dozen or so god-level disciples of the Shushan League did not take them seriously, and went straight to the cafeteria window and said to the cook inside: “The food will be left to us. Bring it out.”

The cook was leading Li Yuanshen Kunpeng and Shushan disciples to the kitchen. Hearing what they said, he immediately felt that he had the backbone. These people are all disciples of the inner room under the elder Qingwei’s door, and they are all the ninth-level cultivation bases of the gods.