I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

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Kunpeng smiled, looked at Huang Rong and others, they were also very puzzled.

“Brother, if you have money, you can’t waste it like this, right?” Huang Rong said puzzledly.

“The scene will be over soon, everyone pay attention to that spiritual race monk, he may come over and ask for trouble.” Kun Peng did not answer them, but changed the subject.

But he secretly transmitted to the two of them: “Be optimistic about this little girl, you must not lose it.”

Mei Chaofeng looked at the little banshee suspiciously again and tried to communicate with him, but she found that the little banshee kept looking at Kunpeng, full of expectation and longing. She couldn’t help frowning. What is the situation of this little banshee, and what is Kunpeng’s attraction to her?

The last few lots were sold, and the third-level spiritual tribe monk passed through the crowded crowd and squeezed towards Kunpeng.

“go!”

Without waiting for the final dismissal, Kunpeng decisively called Mei Chaofeng, Huang Rong and others whispered, and quickly squeezed towards the exit.

“Stop, dare to run, and kill you!”

Behind the crowd, the third-level spirit cultivator did not dare to fly over the air, and was difficult to squeeze over quickly, but found that Kunpeng and the others were about to run and were anxious. Regardless of the auction is still going on, he couldn’t help but screamed.

The monster cultivators around him also wanted to make way for him, but in the end it was difficult to make way.

Kunpeng and the others lined up in a row and quickly squeezed toward the exit. The spirit race monks who maintained order in the air, and no one stopped the behavior of the third-level monks, they naturally heard his shout.

When he squeezed out the exit facing the street, the spiritual cultivator was not far away. After all, his spiritual and demon cultivators did not dare to offend and could not afford to offend them. Most people tried to give way to him, so his speed was faster than Kunpeng and others are much faster.

But the five Kunpeng who walked out of the gate, without stopping, ran across the street, and then into the alley. When the spirit race monk came outside the gate, their shadows were long gone.

The spiritual monk flew into the air to search, but still did not find anything, and had to return angrily.

The five Kunpeng entered the alley, and when no one was paying attention, they had already escaped back to the inn on the side of Longwei Square. Of course he couldn’t find them.

“Brother, what is so good about this little banshee?” Huang Rong asked.

She and Mei Chaofeng have always just held the little banshee’s hand, and Kunpeng’s confession, even if they are very confused, they will still implement it firmly.

Kunpeng smiled, took out Mei Chaofeng’s storage bag, and asked her to take out the magic sword.

The little banshee’s eyes followed the storage bag and moved to Mei Chaofeng. After seeing the magic sword, his face suddenly became more radiant: “Mine, mine!”

She said she was going to grab the Demon Sword.

“You can talk?” Mei Chaofeng and Huang Rong were both surprised.

Bashan Baer looked at the little demon in doubt and alert. Although she is a little demon, the auction host said that she is not less than 10,000 years old, so they are still very vigilant, worrying that the little demon is pretending to be a pig and a tiger. Shocked, he might take away the magic sword of the magic sword while others are not paying attention.

Mei Chaofeng also took the magic sword to one side to avoid the little banshee from grabbing it.

Kunpeng smiled, pulled the little banshee away, and said to Mei Chaofeng: “Take a drop of your blood and let her eat it.”

The little banshee looked at Kunpeng fiercely: “I won’t recognize her as the master, she is not qualified enough!”

The four of Mei Chaofeng were shocked: This little demon is not simple, he actually looks down on the existence of the ninth level of combat power beyond the spiritual rank.