After Shura Ding cast the "Shapeshifting Shadow", the small hand composed of black smoke became very light, and he said weakly: "My level is too low now, I used my skills to consume too much aura just now, and the current 'Shapeshifting Shadow' can only move the soft substance, boy, find more treasures for me to devour and upgrade, the higher the level, the more postures you can unlock, and you can play as much as you want, okay, I'm tired, rest first, don't look for me if there's nothing to do."

After speaking, Shura Ding jumped with a "bang" and disappeared into Peng's heart, and Zhanpeng didn't have time to ask why it was called "Shura Ding". Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"By the way, this seat also has some prestige in ancient times, and I was also in charge of the southern corner, and I have never called anyone a master, and you got it, it is your chance, no matter what, you are the spirit master of this seat, and I will call you a big guy in the future." ”

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The Yangfu arsenal returned to tranquility, and in the next few days, the "Shura Ding" fell into a state of deep sleep, no matter what trick Zhanpeng tried, he couldn't call it out, and finally Zhanpeng had to give up.

In the early morning of this day, Zhan Peng, as usual, got up early to fetch water, and when passing by the East Wing, there was a sound of men and women arguing in a room for distinguished guests.

Suddenly, a woman's cry came out, and it was the voice of the fifth lady of the Yang family. Zhanpeng, who was carrying a bucket of water, stopped, he involuntarily came to the window, and another man's voice came out, it was Ke Jun's voice.

The two wanted to quarrel, and the fifth princess of the Yang family got up, pulled out the long sword in her hand, and waved it at Ke Jun angrily.

Ke Jun gathered qi as a fifth-layer monk, and his spirit body was a giant ape, which was itself rising at a high speed.

However, he never thought that the fifth lady of the Yang family would splash so much that he casually raised his sword to kill him, he reacted quickly, his body took two steps back, and he took out the damage range of the sword. However, the tip of the fifth lady of the Yang family still lightly slashed his arm, cutting through his clothes.

Ke Jun has always been very concerned about his appearance, and when he saw that his arms and clothes were broken, and blood was constantly oozing out, he suddenly became angry, roared, and drew his sword to stab back at the fifth miss of the Yang family.

Miss Yang Jiawu was also angry and lost her mind just now, when she saw that she stabbed Ke Jun with a sword, she was already scared to stay there, and at the same time she regretted it in her heart, she was very worried that she would hurt her feelings with Ke Jun because of her impulsiveness, and when she threw the sword, it was like pounced on Ke Jun's wounds.

Who would have thought that Ke Jun would actually raise his sword to stab herself, and when she moved forward, it was as if she had sent it to Ke Jun to feed the sword.

The fifth lady of the Yang family has always been pampered, although she is a third-layer qi gatherer, she also has her own spirit body, and she has not experienced any battles at all, when she saw Sen Han's sword tip infinitely enlarged in front of her, her brain was blank, and she was stunned.

When the tip of the sword was only an inch away from her neck, she suddenly pushed away the fifth miss of the Yang family, and at the same time, with a "poof", the sound of the tip of the sword cutting through her clothes and piercing into the person's body came.

The fifth lady of the Yang family was stunned on the wooden bench, and saw a man dressed as a subordinate, with a pale face, lying on top of him with a painful face, and a sharp sword was inserted in his back, and the hilt of the sword was still shaking with the man's painful trembling.

Miss Yang Jiawu was stunned for a long time, suddenly realized something, pushed away Zhanpeng who was lying on her body, got up in a hurry, and hurriedly threw herself into Ke Jun's arms, whining and crying, Ke Jun's anger also disappeared a lot, and he continued to comfort Miss Yang Jiawu.

After a long time, the fifth lady calmed down, and quickly grabbed Ke Jun's arm and relieved herself when she saw that the wound was fine.

The fifth lady of the Yang family looked at Zhan Peng lying on the ground and groaned in pain, grabbed Ke Jun's arm nervously and said, "What about this person, did you kill him?"

Ke Jun snorted coldly and said, "It's just a subordinate, what can you do if you kill it, not to mention that you haven't heard that he is still crying out for pain, he won't be able to die for a while, give him some silver, and let him go to the doctor himself." ”

With that, he took out a money bag from his disheveled belt and threw it next to Zhanpeng.

Stepping on Zhanpeng's back with his foot, he pulled out his sword with force.

Zhan Peng screamed miserably and fainted.

Ke Jungang wanted to put away the long sword, but when he saw that there was still a long bloodshot on the tip of the sword, he frowned, and carefully wiped the tip of the sword on Zhanpeng's shabby clothes, and then withdrew the sword into the sheath.

Then he pulled up Miss Yang and said, "Let's wash up and go to Juxian Building for breakfast." ”

The two walked out of the door arm in arm, and the fifth lady of the Yang family looked back at Zhan Peng, who was bleeding a puddle of blood, motionless, wanting to say something but wanting to say something, and finally under Ke Jun's sweet words, she hugged Ke Jun's bear waist tightly, smiled and smiled, and never looked back at the man lying on the ground.

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Zhan Peng was lying in the attic of the Yang Mansion's arsenal, covered with bloody bandages, and because the wound was on his back, he couldn't apply medicine himself, so he could only bandage it simply.

Due to the lack of effective disinfection and cleaning, the wound is somewhat infected, and now Zhanpeng has a high fever that does not go away, and no one takes care of him, his lips are blistered, his face is pale and abnormal, and his body is extremely weak.

After waking up that day, Zhanpeng supported his body and almost crawled back to the Yang Mansion arsenal little by little.

After arriving in the attic of the arsenal, due to excessive blood loss, Zhanpeng only did a simple bandaging and fell into a deep sleep.

Five days have passed, and Zhanpeng has almost spent his time in a deep sleep, because the Yang Mansion arsenal is usually not visited, and outsiders will only come in when it is necessary to withdraw weapons, so no one in the Yang Mansion knows that Zhanpeng is injured in the past few days.

And Miss Yang and Ke Jun didn't take Zhanpeng to heart, and they had long forgotten about it.

Zhanpeng kept dreaming about the dreams he had before, and in the dream, in the dense fairyland, a turquoise lake seemed to be a beautiful picture, unfolding in front of him.

The water vapor on the surface of the lake is steaming, and an ancient leather scroll with the vicissitudes of life slowly unfolds, and the three big characters of "Magic Gang Jue" are displayed in front of you again.

The first and second fragments of the "Demon Gang Formula" were floating in the breeze on the lake, and Zhan Peng wanted to read the words on them, but he couldn't always read them clearly.

A gust of wind blew, and the cowhide roll was like duckweed in the wind, about to float into the distance, Zhanpeng wanted to exclaim and shout, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

Seeing that the "Demon Gang Formula" leather scroll was about to float away, suddenly, a black like thick ink jumped out of Zhanpeng's body, turned into a streamer, and rushed towards the leather scroll.

The leather scroll immediately stopped, the black streamer turned to flourish, and the distant leather scroll was like a kite with a string, constantly being pulled towards Zhanpeng.

An urgent voice sounded in Zhan Peng's head: "Hurry up and write down the 'Demon Gang Technique' and cultivate immediately, otherwise your life will be in danger." ”

It was the "Shura Ding", and it continued: "I didn't expect your hidden technique to be the 'Demon Gang Technique', the first treasure book of the Demon Gate, haha, you kid is lucky, it would be better if there were a few volumes left." ”

In fact, Zhanpeng has always been very sober, he knew that he was seriously injured, and under the reminder of "Shura Ding", he found that he could finally see the entire content of the first and second volumes of the "Demon Gang Formula" this time, and hurriedly wrote it down word for word, and began to operate and practice the exercises according to the Demon Gang Formula.

His body seems to be born to match the Demon Gang Formula, and each meridian of the body will respond positively as long as the True Qi flows, and the meridians after the True Qi of the Demon Gang Technique are like a river that has washed over thousands of years, leaving the imprint of the Demon Gang Technique.

When the first volume of the Demon Gang Technique was running for 9981 days, Zhan Peng woke up, and he could feel that his body was as if it had been reborn, not only the wound on his back had healed, but his skin had also become extremely smooth.

The whole person has an indescribable temperament, revealing from time to time the spirit of a demon lord who stands up to the sky.

He's not the little handyman who was bullied and ignored yesterday.