In Huaxia, the status of the supernatural is similar to that of the evil cultivators, and they are all the targets of suppression and extermination.

It is also because of the remoteness of Mabian City, and the power of the magic world has not been extended, so that the Sikong family can continue to this day.

But even so, the Sikong family used to be cautious and in a semi-secluded state, and recently heard that the spell world was in turmoil, so it gradually became a little more bold and increased the range of activities.

"That kid's classmates...... There are still mages? ”

Du Leng frowned slightly, seeing that Zhang Cheng was confident, he became more and more sure of this judgment.

"Boy!" Du Leng rolled his eyes and shouted: "Your friend's soul is still on me, as long as you help me escape, I will release your friend's soul, how about it?" ”

Hearing this, Zhang Cheng didn't raise his eyelids, but said coldly: "You can't leave today, if you dare to move the soul of the four eyes, you can try it, I will let you taste the true meaning of the four words life is better than death." ”

Hearing this, everyone felt a chill in their hearts, as if the words of the young man in front of them were not a threat, but just a simple fact.

Sikong Zhuo's eyes swept Zhang Cheng up and down, and saw that except for his fair skin and strange temperament, there was not the slightest hint of a mage on his body.

"He's either just an ordinary person, because he's been in contact with mages, so he knows this, or he's a hidden master!" Sikong Zhuo silently made a judgment in his heart, and his expression became more vigilant.

"Again, who are you?"

"You're smart." Zhang Cheng tilted his head and said lightly: "My name is Zhang Cheng, a native of Jiangcheng." ”

After finishing speaking, Zhang Cheng looked at everyone with a smile.

"Zhang Cheng?"

Everyone present was stunned.

This name can be said to be overflowing to the extreme, not to mention the whole country, even a small Mabian City can catch ten or eight people named Zhang Cheng.

But with the addition of the word Jiangcheng, the meaning of the representation is completely different!

In everyone's cognition, there is only one Jiangcheng person named Zhang Cheng......

This person is now the famous Lord of the Divine Monarch Temple, the King of Chinese Ghosts!

This Zhang Cheng was born only a year ago, and the mages who died at his hands are unknown, and I heard that recently he has beheaded several famous people in the magic world, and with the power of one person, the entire Chinese magic world can't raise his head.

And not only that, what really made this person famous was the battle of Dongying!

Exterminate the shrine! Destroy the Black Dragon Society!

Defeat the first Shinto person at the top of Mt. Fuji!

Single-handedly defeat the Toei Self-Defense Forces!

This kind of record can no longer be called a person, in the hearts of many Chinese people, Zhang Cheng is already a god!

Zhang ...... Zhang Cheng ......" The Sikong family trembled, and shouted incredulously: "You are the demon in Jiangcheng!" ”

"That's right!" Another master of the Sikong family also said in a trembling voice: "It's called Zhang Cheng, and he is so young, and he is still from Jiangcheng, it must be the ghost king!" ”

"Ghost King? Demon" Sikong Zhuo frowned slightly, his eyes full of hesitation and surprise.

As the young owner of the Sikong family, for safety, he has always lived in a simple house, although he has heard of Zhang Cheng's name, but his specific deeds are not very clear.

Master Zhang...... No! Sheet...... Zhang Shenjun, we don't know Mount Tai with our eyes, don't take it to heart, you old man. ”

"Young Master...... I'll look at this, so let's forget it. ”

"Young Master...... Let's go! ”

The rest of the masters of the Sikong family, who are usually responsible for investigating the news, are naturally far more powerful than Sikong Zhuo who understands Zhang Cheng, and the previous lofty look was instantly swept away, and only deep fear and panic were left in his eyes.

"This Zhang Cheng ...... Is it really that powerful? Sikong Zhuo looked at his subordinates in surprise.

The people he brought knew in his heart that these were all masters carefully selected by the family, not to mention that they had special abilities, and they were also perfect in practicing external skills, even if they were cut with a knife, they might not be hurt.

His subordinates are not weak at all against the real-level mages in the spell world, and with the joint efforts, even the heavenly masters can fight.

They are in Mabian City, they have always been rampant and domineering, no matter whether they are black or white, they have to give face, why do they see this little young man like a mouse seeing a cat?

"It's not just powerful...... a person next to him secretly glanced at Zhang Cheng, lowered his voice and said: "He is now a tyrant in Jiangcheng, and even the magic world doesn't dare to touch him." ”

"Jiangcheng Yiba?" Sikong Zhuo frowned slightly, and said disdainfully: "What if he is a tyrant in Jiangcheng?" This is Mabian City, our territory, are you still afraid that he will not succeed? ”

Hearing this, a group of subordinates were frightened and weakened, and secretly scolded Sikong Zhuo for his death.

Zhang Cheng was furious, that is a demon who can't even be done by the army, and a mere commonplace is considered a hair!

Others blow and stomp their feet, but I'm afraid it will disappear!

"I said I spared your life before, and it still counts." Zhang Cheng's expression was still flat: "Kneel down and beg for mercy, then get out!" ”

"Bastard!" When Sikong Zhuo heard this, he almost vomited blood in anger, "No matter how powerful you are, the Sikong family will not be afraid of you!" As the saying goes, a strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, in this place by the horse, even if you are a real dragon, you have to be obediently coiled by Lao Tzu! ”

After speaking, he stretched out his hands violently and grabbed at the void.

Two huge flames instantly burst out of thin air from the palms of their palms, blazing, and the scorching flames burned the beards and hairs of the people around them.

Sikong Zhuo held the fire in both hands, feeling that he was like an immortal controlling the heavenly fire at this time, and his confidence increased in an instant!

"With this hand-controlled fire technique, my Sikong family has been crisscrossing the horse for hundreds of years, and I don't know how many outlaws have burned to death, today I will let you taste the power of my divine fire!"

At this time, before Zhang Cheng could speak, an old man from the Sikong family had already changed his face wildly, his figure flashed, and he opened his arms to block in front of Sikong Zhuo.

"Young Master! I can't help it! With your move, the Sikong family will definitely be wiped out! ”

"Uncle Seven! You are an old man in the family, how can you grow the morale of others and destroy your own prestige! Destroy the clan, believe it or not, I will destroy you first! ”

Sikong Zhuo was furious, staring at the old man in front of him angrily, as long as the other party answered incorrectly, the divine fire in his hand would fall on the other party.

Cold sweat broke out on the old man's forehead, and he scolded Sikong Zhuo in his heart, but in order to save his life, he still whispered: "This Zhang Cheng...... He's not a mage! It's about ghosts and zombies becoming one! A few days ago, there was a catastrophe in Jiangcheng, young master, do you know it? That was the one that a Supreme Elder of Maoshan recruited in order to deal with him, but as a result, Zhang Cheng didn't do anything, and the Supreme Elder chopped himself to death......"

"What? Was it because of him the other day? ”

Sikong Zhuo was dumbfounded, and then 10,000 alpacas rushed across his heart.

Rinima! Why didn't you say it earlier!

A few days ago, there was a catastrophe in Jiangcheng, which caused a sensation in the whole of China, and Sikong Zhuo naturally heard about it.

It's just that Shenjunguan didn't say who was the victim afterwards, so Sikong Zhuo didn't know the number for a while, but now that he thought about it, he reacted instantly, and he was almost scared to pee his pants.

It is still possible to blow out the prestige of strength, but the catastrophe is real!

Moreover, the power of the thunder tribulation at that time could be felt even on the side of the horse, which showed how terrifying it was!

Compared to that kind of Heavenly Tribulation, the power of his own fire control technique is not even comparable to a matchhead...... Against this kind of monster, can there be an egg?

(End of chapter)