I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

The first thousand eight hundred and sixty-two chapters, how to make a move!

Huang Rong took a few steps back, and faced He Li in the air on the outside of the gate of the Shushan League.

“You are very famous, I will let you do it first!” He Li said, with confidence and arrogance in his tone and eyes.

“Stop talking nonsense, is there a big difference between shooting first and then shooting? If you dare, don’t do it and let this girl fight!” Huang Rong directly sealed his mouth.

Mei Chaofeng frowned slightly, not seeing him in a few years, this He Li seemed very arrogant. Since he dared to be so arrogant, he was promoted so fast in the fiercely competitive Shushan League, I am afraid he was a little emboldened.

Thinking that Kunpeng can use the spiritual fluid to raise the cultivation base of the ninth-tier demon cultivation to the ninth-level spiritual cultivator in just a few months, and the spiritual training talents are also carried out by using the spiritual fluid pool. He instantly thought of this He Li. Could it be that he also used the method of the Spirit Race, or even the method of Kunpeng, to improve his strength?

Kunpeng’s memory has been sealed and has not been completely unraveled so far, so he can only re-study the mentality of the cultivation realm by himself, and it should be impossible for the gods to have such a problem, right?

If He Li had been cultivated by a heavenly demon or a heavenly demon’s confidant, he might have surpassed the peak of transformation long ago.

If his strength really surpassed the peak of the transformation realm, and now Kunpeng was not here, then Huang Rong and them might be in danger.

Now that Kunpeng has just returned to the demon world, should he notify him immediately and let him come over?

After hesitating, He Li and Huang Rong were already tentatively fighting each other.

Because the barrier was bombarded before, that force shocked the entire Shushan League. When they saw that the strength and aura of the three of Huang Rong was at the ninth level of the spirit rank, they didn’t believe it at all.

He Li naturally didn’t believe that Huang Rong’s strength was at the ninth level of the spirit rank.

If in the human world, such as Maoshan Sect and Luoshamen, or even his Shushan League, an ordinary Qi Dao disciple, wants to cross the divine way, enter the spiritual stage, and reach the ninth spiritual stage, then it is simply a natural evildoer. Cultivated by the sect as the head.

But they had known for a long time that the three of Kunpeng had left the Luosha Gate for many years, and they were missing.

Now when he comes back, Kunpeng is not there, and the three women are all at the ninth level of the spirit rank, which is weird.

Qingwei and the elders of the other Shushan League also looked closely at the opponents, trying to distinguish Huang Rong’s true strength.

Although they have not tried the strength of the Shushan League formation themselves, they believe that even if it is bombarded by a hundred nine-level spiritual body, it is difficult to shake.

Huang Rong ignored the suspicion of the Shushan League elders about her cultivation.

If you want to doubt, doubt it, anyway, when you bombarded your enchantment before, you had already done it.

Now she just wants to test out the strength of He Li and other Shushan League elders and disciples, and complete the tasks that Kunpeng explained.

The two of you come and go, and each make dozens of moves in an instant, but they are always tentative fights. So both of them obviously felt that the other party was hiding their strength.

“With bare hands, we don’t seem to be able to tell the difference, can we dare to compete with swords?” Huang Rong withdrew from the fighting circle, somewhat dissatisfied with the previous fight.

“Sword? Well, if you want to compare with swords, I’ll compare with swords with you. But the sword has no eyes. I’m afraid it hurts you accidentally. Don’t blame me for not knowing Lianxiangxiyu.” He Li still has no heartbeat, breathless, calm. And indifferent.

Huang Rong’s mind moved, holding Wang Jian in her hand, and now her Wang Jian Sword Art has long been fused in her heart.

He Li was surprised: “Wang Jian!”