I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

The first thousand two hundred and eighty-two chapters are lack of skills!

Wu Hua reluctantly supported him, did a few breaths, regained some aura, and said to Kunpeng: “Junior Brother, you quickly tell them that non-divine-level disciples should withdraw from the battle and don’t get involved, just say that it is my order.”

Kunpeng nodded, and gave a stern to the canteen: “Rakshamon is not a disciple of the gods, immediately withdraw from the battle, the disciples of the gods cover their withdrawal, and they all return to their places.”

He didn’t even say that this was Wu Hua’s order. Seeing everyone startled slightly, he quickly added: “This is the order of the big brother, and this seat will convey it. As for the big brother, there is this seat here, and the Shushan League dare not do anything to him. ”

Wu Hua glanced at him gratefully, nodded, and then slowly closed his eyes.

“You’re not ashamed, we know you are Kunpeng, but what if you are Kunpeng?” Several Shushan League god-level disciples gathered around the kitchen window.

The kitchen window is a windowless window, and a person can jump in and out from the window. Therefore, Wu Hua can fly over, and the Shushan League disciples can naturally fly over.

The other disciples of the god-ranked Rakshasmen guarded the disciples of the non- god-ranked disciples, and the injured disciples of the Rakshamen were not taken care of here. At the same time, they felt that Kunpeng still had several disciples of the Qi-level, mainly because there were three Kunpengs who were not weak in combat power, and because the window position was narrow, the three Kunpengs could temporarily resist for a while.

Waiting for them to send the others away, and then come to pick up Wu Hua and the others, it should be too late.

Although they knew that Wu Hua and others would be beaten miserably by doing so, but they couldn’t take care of both sides.

Only letting them fight against the god-level disciples of the Shushan League basically guarantees their own safety, but now there are many non- god-level disciples of the Rakshasmen to protect, which really leaves them lack of skills.

Kunpeng looked at the disciples of the Luoshamen rushing towards the door.

Everyone came here with enthusiasm and contentment, and they were going to beat the Shushan League disciples, but now they are retreating in disgrace. Naturally, they are extremely unhappy in their hearts. But in the face of thirty or so disciples of the Shushan League at the ninth level of the gods, they really can’t afford to fight back anymore. Now if they can retreat all over, they will have a chance for subsequent revenge.

So they didn’t feel so embarrassed, but worried that Wu Hua, Kun Peng and others were still in the kitchen. Once the other disciples of Rakshasa were withdrawn, the disciples of the Shushan League would focus their attention on them.

Kunpeng stood at the case table and waved to the other disciples of Luoshamen, his face full of spring breeze, very proud.

Although everyone was wondering why he was so happy, seeing that he could be so, they felt relieved.

“Chaofeng, Huang Rong, take care of Senior Brother and other Qi-level disciples. Here, leave it to this seat to deal with.” Kun Peng looked at the Shushan League god-level disciples who came around and said with confidence.

The god-level disciples of the Shushan League naturally did not dare to kill all the Luoshamen, otherwise, they would not let them leave the cafeteria anyway.

Now turn around the kitchen window to see how Kun Peng and the others get out of here.

“We know that you are Kunpeng, and the master of Huang Rong and Mei Chaofeng. Huang Rong and Mei Chaofeng played the list in Shushan, and it was full of ups and downs. You have followed a lot of light. But today, we will let you You are sweeping the ground.” Chang Liang said.

“Oh, you are so good, I really want to see who is sweeping the ground?” Kunpeng smiled, calmly.