I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

The first thousand eight hundred and fifty chapters Put away your pride!

Ge Hong was injured too badly, his aura was disordered, and he could no longer prepare to judge his current cultivation level.

“Sixth spiritual level, eldest brother.” Ge Hong replied, but he was a little timid.

After he was rescued by Huang Rong before, he did not participate in the war again. He watched Huang Rong, Mei Chaofeng and Li Ren’s attack, killing the people in Tsing Yi, like cutting melons and vegetables.

He couldn’t fully understand the strength of the three.

Recalling that a few years ago, when Kunpeng brought Huang Rong and Mei Chaofeng to the Maoshan Sect to fight for his position, the strength of the two women did not seem to exceed the third level of the spirit.

A few years later, he practiced hard on his own and was promoted to the sixth spiritual level. He thought that the improvement had been very fast, but now that he saw these two women, he knew that he was sitting in a well and watching the sky.

If he can be as strong as them, he can wave his hand to destroy it wherever he needs to ask Kunpeng for help, dozens of Tsing Yi people attack.

Kunpeng nodded, without any expression of appreciation, and said flatly: “A few years, it’s not bad. However, it’s not enough, not enough. I hope you and the elders will rise to the ninth spiritual level as soon as possible.”

At this time, most of the people in Tsing Yi who were kneeling on the ground held by Huang Rong and others raised their heads in surprise and looked at Kun Peng, with eyes full of disdain and contempt.

Huang Rong slapped him and slapped him: “Put away your pride. Do you think it is difficult to do? Tell you, my brother can make a spirit body of the 9th level of the gods, upgrade to the 9th level of the spirits in half a year.”

The Tsing Yi people may still not believe it, but now they are suppressed by Huang Rong’s strength, and they all pretend to be bowed to their ears wherever they dare to make any expressions.

Kunpeng didn’t care about Tsing Yi people’s doubts, took out a storage bag and handed it to Ge Hong, and also explained the method of using the spiritual liquid, and naturally asked to share it with the elders.

At this time, the people in Tsing Yi could no longer maintain their arrogance, all of them opened their mouths and stared at Kun Peng in surprise.

Storage bag!

Spirit liquid!

They have seen the storage bag, but in the human world, even in the Shushan League, it is rare to see someone using it; they don’t know the spirit liquid, but when they hear Kunpeng say, they know that it is definitely a treasure, a rare treasure.

Kunpeng took out these things at will, coupled with the terrifying strength of the previous three women, and the three women seemed to be the only ones who followed Kunpeng’s orders.

This shows that this Kunpeng is by no means idle.

But in the human world, where did such a character come out, they had never heard of it before.

Seeing them raising their heads, Huang Rong slapped them down again, and the people in Tsing Yi could only cry.

It was also the first time that Ge Hong saw these things, so he was naturally surprised. If he was controlled by Kunpeng before, he was still somewhat unconvinced, but now seeing Huang Rong and others’ strength skyrocketing, and Kunpeng’s ability to produce such a treasure, he really admired it completely.

Such a person has actually committed himself to the Rakshasa gate. Oh my god, it is unbelievable to think about it.

He felt that Kunpeng might be comparable to the Heavenly Demon he had seen.

Heavenly Demon, that is what he knows, the only powerful existence in the world.

“Put it away.” Kunpeng said.

Ge Hong just recovered from the surprise, and carefully put away the storage bag. Kunpeng was worried that he would not use it, and then told how to use the storage bag.

“Now, let’s talk about it.” Kunpeng turned to a few people in Tsing Yi who were kneeling on the ground, “Who was appointed by him, and why did he kill the Maoshan Sect disciple?”