"Okay, okay, Yinchen, so many people are watching! Don't be coquettish!" Zhang Mengmeng touched Yinchen's hair dotingly, and then gently pushed Yinchen away: "Breakfast is delicious, right?" she asked with a smile.

"Okay!" Yinchen nodded obediently, he would never say that he could nibble on 24 chicken legs in one meal.

"By the way, sister, what kind of gameplay is this martial arts?" Yinchen only threw out the question in his heart at this time, he knew that his biggest weakness in the Demon Pavilion, was not his lack of strength, but that he didn't understand anything.

"You'll know just by looking at it, but when someone challenges you later, don't be too heavy, the rules of the Demon Pavilion are not to kill your fellow disciples. Zhang Mengmeng said with a stern expression, she had personally experienced the horror of the boy in front of her, don't look at it now, he is like a little baby, and even the elders of the distraction realm can't suppress it.

"You are not allowed to kill your fellow disciples?" Yinchen blinked suspiciously, and at the same time stretched out his hand and pointed to the bottom of the high platform, only to see that the two temporary disciples of the Demon Power Pavilion had already rolled into a ball before the martial arts exercise began, these monks from the other world had no idea of retreating and avoiding when they fought, and when they dodged the other party's attacks, they almost always dodged sideways, and when they opened the distance, they directly staggered and broke the defense, but before three or four seconds arrived, they were already bleeding from each other.

I saw one of the lean men suddenly fly up with a kick, and with a heavy blow to the yin leg, he kicked the fat man who was against him into the air, and knocked over several onlookers with a bang, and fell heavily five meters away, the fat man was also a hard guy, and the eggs were kicked and exploded, and he could still stand up, holding the file with one hand, and the other hand was directly into the leather bag hanging on his waist.

Where was the lean man willing to let go of the opportunity for the fat man to be injured, and suddenly put on a strange posture of covering his sleeves with both hands, and then his upper body did not move, only to see the two thin legs suddenly exert force, and he rushed to the fat man after three or four steps, and then like a deviation to the right, his hands suddenly waved out, and three or five silver glittering mans flashed in the sun, and they disappeared into the fat man's body.

Staggered and annoying!

The lean man's hand was also beautiful, at least Silver Dust felt that he was not sure that he could learn it, after all, once the mages approached the enemy and came within three meters, the first thing they thought of should be to teleport and escape.

At the same time that the thin man succeeded in a blow, he didn't seem to be guarding against the fat man's Jedi counterattack, and at the same moment when the thin man raised his hand, the fat man pulled out the fat right hand that was submerged in the leather bag on his waist and shook it violently, with no less agility and dexterity than the thin man, shaking his hand and throwing out a dense black spot, which was the iron lotus seed.

The black dot suddenly turned into a small skull in the air, and in an instant, there was a loud ghost howl, and a piece of iron lotus seeds was avoided by the thin man in a hurry, and the rest disappeared into his lean body without any suspense.

Two blood fountains that rushed to the sky and countless powerful ghosts and remnants that swayed upwards sprinkled into the sky in no particular order, and the two of them fell forward and backwards, and just lay straight on the ground. There was a buzz of discussion from the surrounding disciples, but no one came to their aid.

After about ten breaths, a few sturdy men who didn't even have the waist cards of their temporary disciples ran in and carried the two of them away.

"Is this also called not hurting the same sect?" Yinchen's voice became a little cold, where are these two temporary disciples performing martial arts, they are obviously fighting!

"Temporary disciples are not considered to be in the same sect, only those who are above the official disciples are really the people of the Demon Wei Pavilion, little cubs. Before Zhang Mengmeng could answer, another cold, arrogant and disdainful voice came. Yinchen turned his face and saw a very ordinary-looking female disciple sneering at him, and there were tons of ill intentions hidden under that smile.

"Xue Bingbing!you!" Zhang Mengmeng was obviously annoyed by the voice itself, and there were even a few wandering spirits on her body: "If you want to duel, I'll accompany you to the end later!" Her voice and the whole person cooled down, and a crazy, chaotic and brutal aura emanated.

Xue Bingbing sneered, and was about to reply, when a fist suddenly stretched out from the oblique side, and smashed on her head with a bang, smashing her head out, and at this moment when Xue Bing fell softly, a strong middle-aged man with a big waist and a round waist squeezed away several formal disciples and appeared in front of Yinchen like a wall.

"Did you talk to your disciples like that?, have all the rules of the Demon Pavilion been learned from dogs?" the middle-aged strong man snorted coldly at Xue Bingbing, who was bleeding at his feet, and all he got was Xue Bingbing's rapidly distracting eyes.

"If you don't save her, she'll die. Silver Dust kindly reminded, even though he could hear that his voice was fake.

"Contradicting the Venerable, killing without mercy, this is the rule. The strong man raised his eyes and said coldly to Yinchen: "You are a disciple, she contradicts you, damn it, this is the rule, but I am also a disciple, and I have doubts about your strength, so I will challenge you later." ”

"Duel?" "Silver Dust is not afraid, just a guy who has a second weight in the body.

"Martial arts. The strong man's voice was still hard, but Yinchen always felt that his words had softened a lot.

"Then play martial arts. Yinchen happily agreed, thinking that you don't blame me for the kite death later.

Just as Yinchen's words fell, the originally noisy martial arts arena suddenly quieted down. Yinchen was gently pulled by Zhang Mengmeng, and he hurriedly reacted, closed his mouth and stood up straight with a solemn expression, but his pure silver eyes were still looking restlessly.

He saw that there were already four elders on the tower not far away, all of them were cattle people in the distraction period, two men and two women, Feng Lieshan's fourfold cultivation in the distraction period was actually the lowest among those four people, which almost made Yinchen laugh, thinking that you are an arrogant elder in front of your disciples, it turns out to be the bottom! Yinchen carefully observed the other three elders, and felt that the unsmiling and quiet and introverted aura on their bodies was really a bit of a worldly master, at least it was much better than that Feng Lieshan, who was as arrogant as a toad.

The four elders sat down on the top of the wooden tower in turn, and poor Feng Lieshan was indeed the last to sit down. Immediately after, a female elder coughed lightly twice, and the entire martial arts arena quickly became solemn and quiet under this single sound. The female elder didn't stand up, but sat in her seat and whispered a few words. Her voice is mellow and plump, just like her whole person, it is extremely pleasant to the ear, and she can't be connected with her demon Dao master in a pitch-black robe.

Yinchen didn't pay attention to what the honorable elder said, because what she said was just some unnutritious words, such as performing well in the Demon Pavilion, there is always a day to get ahead, etc., which could not attract Silver Dust's attention at all, and even when the elder said that the disciples who performed well could obtain some profound and very profound mysterious exercises in the Demon Pavilion, the temporary disciples below were all short of breath, their faces flushed, and they were almost excited to cheer, even when the formal disciples and disciples around Silver Dust began to shine in their eyes, Silver Dust still opened his mouth very uncooperatively。 The exercises of the Demon Pavilion, now that they are completely unable to attract the attention of Silver Dust, he is sitting on the inheritance of Kanonikle, and the path to connect to the gods has been found, where else can he look at? If the exercises of the Demon Pavilion, if they are all at the same level as the Remnant Soul Sutra, then it is equivalent to a dead end that can only be cultivated to the point where the Legendary Holy Master can no longer advance an inch.

Silver Dust was bored, and he finally understood that all leaders like to waste other people's time and their own time talking nonsense, whether it is Gabroyle's spherical city leaders, provincial leaders, colonial star district leaders, colonial planet mine leaders, or the beautiful elder in front of him, the big and small leaders of the Mowei Pavilion, they all like to occupy the precious time of the masses, running trains with their mouths full of boundless nonsense, and drawing some beautiful pies that can never be touched. Yinchen privately squinted at the female elder who was still depicting the bright future of the Demon Pavilion, his face was full of impatience, thinking to himself how can you, a person in the Demon Dao, learn those righteous paths and talk about some vain things, can't you just give an order and let the disciples do it first?