"You colluded to lure me in?" The man in black had no way to retreat, and sat down on the ground. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The level of the demons is even stricter than that of the cultivators, and the low-level heart demons have no ability to resist at all in the face of the high-level heart eaters. This is also the reason why the man in black must wait until Zhang Zixiang leaves Yang Shuang before he makes a move.

Yang Shuang sneered: "Low-level demons are like this, they are manipulated by instinct, and they have no brains at all. Thinking that he could do whatever he wanted by occupying the host's body, he turned out to be more and more stupid. I can't even see through such a simple scheme, and I still have a face to call a demon?"

"He's a demon like you?" Zhang Zixiang couldn't help but be surprised, and suddenly interjected and asked.

Yang Shuang glanced at Zhang Zixiang: "Originally, you came to me and asked me to cooperate with you to do a play." I thought you were really smart. How do you know it's still so stupid. People are different, can such a stupid demon compare with me? Can I be associated with him?"

Zhang Zixiang touched his head embarrassedly, and cooperated flatteringly: "You're right! You're right!"

When the man in black saw the two of them start their daily fight, he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to escape. I didn't know that I had just taken two steps before I was stopped by a long sword condensed by demonic energy.

Yang Shuang looked at him with a smile, but there was endless chill in his eyes: "Where are you going?"

A powerful coercion pressed on the man in black, making him tremble and unable to control himself.

"Say, who are you, why are you attacking us?" Yang Shuang pressed the sword, and the demonic qi on the sword suddenly exploded, breaking through the demonic qi barrier on the man in black and breaking into his flesh.

The man in black gritted his teeth stubbornly, and suddenly straightened his body and slammed into Yang Shuang's sword.

"Want to die, it's not so easy!" The magic sword in Yang Shuang's hand instantly disintegrated into a net and shrouded towards the man in black. The man in black plunged headlong into the net, struggling to break free, but in the end he was tied up by the tighter and tighter net, and he couldn't move at all.

Zhang Zixiang was dumbfounded, although after the "beautiful" experience of being "educated" by Yang Shuang in the past few years, he already knew how powerful Yang Shuang was. But this powerful person who almost forced him to die together was actually cleaned up by Yang Shuang so lightly, which still made him feel a chill on his back.

When he started to resist a few years ago, he was not killed by Yang Shuang, he was so lucky!

"What now?" Looking at the man in black who was wrapped like a dumpling but still stubbornly held on to his mouth, Zhang Zixiang also had no idea, and looked at Yang Shuang with a look for help.

Yang Shuang chuckled at the man in black and stretched out his hand to stun him.

"Do you think we won't know if you don't say it?"

"Do you have a way to get him to speak?" Zhang Zixiang immediately ran over and asked.

"I didn't!" Yang Shuang's answer made Zhang Zixiang feel that he had been tricked.

Before Zhang Zixiang could break out, Yang Shuang immediately continued: "But you have it!"

"I have?" Zhang Zixiang was confused, why did he have this ability and he didn't know it.

"Stupid!" Yang Shuang knocked Zhang Zixiang on the head with hatred, "Have you forgotten how you knew my true identity?"

"Oh! It turned out to be the 'Dafa of Dreaming'!" Zhang Zixiang suddenly realized, and then immediately pretended to be stupid, "What is your true identity?"

"Okay! It's been several years since I tried you, how much do you know, I don't know? Dong-Hua-Emperor-Jun!" Yang Shuang looked at Zhang Zixiang angrily, his face full of helplessness.

"Haha!" Zhang Zixiang snorted, "Solve him first." ”

Yang Shuang sighed, he had already said it so clearly, Zhang Zixiang was still pretending to be stupid. To be the Eastern Emperor, is it so reluctant?

"Let's take a look at where you come from!" Zhang Zixiang was afraid that Yang Shuang would hold on to this topic again, so he hurriedly performed the "Dream Dafa", and his soul left his body, burrowing into the dream of the man in black, searching for his experience.

......

I was an orphan and didn't know who my biological parents were. I heard from Master that I was picked up by him on a snowy day. Master also said that I was a lone star, destined to have a bumpy life and a lonely life. So I was named Huanxi, hoping that I would be able to face the cruel fate with a smile in the future.

My master is a miscellaneous servant of the Kunlun faction, and his greatest wish in his life is to be able to become an inner disciple, but unfortunately he is not qualified enough, and he is only a miscellaneous servant in the late stage of the refining period until he dies. Before he died, he gave me his wish, hoping that I would be able to fulfill his last wish and become an inner disciple of the Kunlun sect.

I was also naïve at that time, although I didn't have any feelings about becoming a disciple of Kunlun's inner sect, but I still agreed ignorantly. While inheriting Master's last wishes, I also inherited his position as a miscellaneous servant. Since then, he has lived a hard life of getting up seriously, working, practicing, working, and sleeping every day. The days were boring, but I lived them to the fullest. At that time, I naively thought that as long as I could become an inner disciple, I would have my own time to do what I wanted to do.

I don't know how long it took, but when I finally practiced my cultivation little by little, and finally reached the late stage of the refining period, Kunlun Dabi began.

The Kunlun School's annual year-end competition is specially set up for outer disciples who have not yet entered the foundation building period, and it is also the best way for disciples from humble backgrounds like me to get ahead. As long as you can perform well in the big competition, maybe some elder will take a fancy to it, and you will be accepted into the sect and become an inner disciple. If you win the championship, you may even be favored by the head of the family and accepted as a personal disciple!

My master used to participate every year, but every year he was eliminated in the first round. I was still laughing at him for being so bad, don't be ashamed. And he just smiled and didn't speak. Then the next year, he will participate again.

Until he died.

And now, it's my turn.

Originally, I was still thinking about preserving my strength and saving my strength to deal with future opponents. Who knows, after I came to power, I was knocked down by the magic weapon taken out by the person opposite in just an instant, and I lost even worse than Master.

Later, the person who defeated me won all the way, and was finally favored by the head of the family and accepted as a personal disciple.

Originally, I wasn't very sad, that person was better than me, there was no argument about this, and I could only blame myself for being inferior to others if I lost.

But then I heard a different story.

That person was the illegitimate son of the head of the family, and in order to ensure that the man could win the championship, the head of the family also specially gave him a magic weapon.

I, along with the many disciples who had worked hard to cultivate that he had defeated, were just a foil to that person!