"What kind of place is this?" The person in front of him looks very strange!

It's more than three meters tall, but it's very thin, and when you look at it, you think it's a telephone pole.

Moreover, this person has a green color all over his body, and the most conspicuous thing is the western cowboy-like hat on his head. It's so handsome that it's very handsome, but why is the color so forgiving?

Seinfeld couldn't help but wonder in his heart if this guy would have encountered something sad, so he thought about taking revenge on society.

"Boy, what the hell did you do, and why was I brought to this place?" the man in front of him screamed strangely, and said to Seinfeld with his teeth and claws.

Seinfeld pretended to smile mysteriously: "This will be your grave, how about it, the place I found for you, the scenery is good, right?" Seinfeld stroked the peach blossom tree beside him and smiled softly.

The man was a little scared, and for some reason, the place gave him a feeling of unease. You have to find a way to get out of here, or you're afraid you'll capsize in the gutter.

I didn't expect that I would have a day to look away, this mortal in front of me is not an ordinary person, and ordinary people will never have such means.

Perhaps, his strength is only pretended, the purpose is to let himself take the bait.

I didn't expect this son to have such a heavy scheming.

Fortunately, Seinfeld couldn't hear his inner monologue, otherwise he would have been speechless. You really have too much drama, and I'm not what you think at all.

Seinfeld looked at him and asked, "Let's talk about it first, who are you?"

"Haha, it scares you to death when you say it, this king is the patriarch of the Tibetan mastiff clan three hundred years ago. ”

"Tibetan mastiff?" Song Feiyu looked at the man in front of him and said suspiciously: "It can't be a husky, it looks like a second ha!"

Hearing Song Feiyu's words, he gritted his teeth manly: "Don't compare me with those animals with low IQs, after all, our clan has produced demon king-level figures, and then look at their huskies, they are only worthy of being our subordinates." ”

Seinfeld scratched his ears, not at all interested in the stories he was told. Now he only wants to do one thing, that is, according to Wan'er's words, how can he absorb him, and then improve his strength?

"Take it down and then the two of us split it up together, it's good for both of us. Wan'er's eyes were also shining, and the delicacy in front of her was placed in front of her, and she felt sorry for the meal that this guy had prepared for herself if she didn't eat it.

Seeing Seinfeld's hungry wolf-like gaze, the man was startled and hurriedly said, "What do you want to do?"

Song Feiyu smiled and said, "What do you say I want to do, of course you ate you." ”

The man's hair stood up suddenly, but he was also a generation of demon kings, so it was impossible to sit still and wait for death, and shouted angrily: "If you want to eat this king, then it depends on whether you have the guts!"

After finishing speaking, the whole body unexpectedly erupted with a powerful momentum, and the ground within a radius of several meters around it shook.

"Be careful, every demon king basically has his own means of preserving his life. At critical times, they will even resort to self-detonation. So what we need to pay attention to now is to stop him from blowing himself up. It's better to let him have no resistance and take him down. ”

"There's no resistance, even if it's a little difficult. But you're going to help me too, right, after all, this kind of thing is good for you, too. Seinfeld looked at Wan'er hesitantly.

Sure enough, Wan'er also showed a kind look, and the eyes of one person and one fox looked at the demon king.

"Ready, let's go!"

Song Feiyu couldn't wait for a long time, and he prepared the small fireball technique as soon as possible. However, these small fireballs all hit the demon king's body, but there was no about half of it.

The demon king laughed and said disdainfully: "Originally, I thought you had some means, but I didn't expect it to be just like this." It seems that I still overestimate you, so let's look at me next!" After the demon king finished speaking, he said loudly: "King Kong Fist." ”

Above the demon king's hands, a circle of golden light suddenly lingered, and his body suddenly bent down. At this moment, it does look a little like a Tibetan mastiff.

looked at Song Feiyu with vicious eyes, and now he was very angry, thinking that he was a dignified demon king, and he was actually provoked by a junior, which was challenging his dignity.

Although it is said that his physical body has long been destroyed, his strength is only one-tenth of the peak. But no matter how you say it, there is still the momentum of the demon king.

The momentum of the demon king emanated, and Song Feiyu suddenly snorted, and his qi and blood surged.

Wan'er glanced at him worriedly, and after finding that it was not serious, a purple light flashed in her eyes.

The demon king's eyes also lit up with a purple light, which lasted for about three or four seconds, and the demon king took two steps back and looked at Wan'er in surprise.

"Could it be that you belong to the fox demon clan?" the demon king looked at Wan'er uncertainly, and said, "But, this is not right. You fox demon clan have never been close to humans, but why are you with him?"

Wan'er snorted coldly and didn't speak. With just a Tibetan mastiff, he wanted the noble nine-tailed sky fox to look at him, wishful thinking.

Unfortunately, the current Wan'er's strength is only one percent of the peak, but no matter what, the peak Wan'er's strength is not known how many times stronger than the demon king in front of her.

Therefore, even a glance made the demon king stunned for two or three seconds.

The demon king said coldly: "Okay, since you are with humans, then don't blame me for not looking at the face of the demon clan and showing mercy to your subordinates." ”

After finishing speaking, the fist that was dissatisfied with the golden light swung towards Wan'er.

The Demon King is also worthy of being the Demon King, the speed of this punch is very fast, and it is accompanied by a roar.

Suddenly, Seinfeld rushed forward and blocked Wan'er.

Rumble!

A solid punch hit Seinfeld Woo's body, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

flew out at a distance of three or four meters, holding his chest and looking at the demon king.

"Human beings who don't measure themselves dare to take my punch. But that's it, now your internal organs have been damaged by me, you just wait to die!"

Wan'er immediately pounced in front of Seinfeld and said anxiously, "Are you stupid, why did you come here?"

"Hehe, you've helped me so many times, it's time for me to help you once. It's okay, I can't die yet. Seinfeld smiled ugly, the damage caused by this punch was known only to him.

Now I just feel like there is a fire burning in my internal organs, which is very uncomfortable.

Wan'er stretched out her pink tongue and licked the blood from the corner of Seinfeld's mouth, and when she turned her head to look at the Demon King, her eyes were already filled with endless anger.

"Now you know what will happen if you go against this king, hmph, a kid in the Qi refining period, and a little goblin, are also worthy of being presumptuous in front of this king?"

Seinfeld held his injured body and said with a sneer: "You are still a demon king, and you have been calculated by us, so you are embarrassed to be arrogant." I said that today will be your end, and I will not let you out alive. ”

Then Song Feiyu looked at Wan'er and said, "Wan'er, come on." ”

Wan'er nodded and jumped on Seinfeld's shoulder.

The demon king looked at the two of them, not knowing what tricks to play!