I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

The first thousand six hundred and fourteen chapters ignite the fighting spirit!

Kunpeng sighed: "Sister, you still need to work hard to control your power. This has not yet reached the point where it is fully retractable."

Liren's face was slightly red: "I'm sorry, brother, I didn't expect that he would be so weak, otherwise, I would take back some strength."

He Tian couldn't help it anymore when he heard this, and wow, he spouted a big mouthful of blood.

Kunpeng walked over, took his palm, and slightly input some spiritual energy to restore his shattered viscera.

He was even more surprised when he watched Kunpeng's movements.

What kind of people are these people who severely injured him with their hands and feet, and can also heal him by turning over their palms?

"Well, there is no need to compare now, right?" Kunpeng said.

"No comparison, no comparison. I believe that your trip will definitely represent the He family to achieve brilliant results. Congratulations on your triumphant return in advance!" He Tian has been completely convinced.

"If you don't compare, please go and help us get spaceship tickets."

"Okay, some of you, please come with me and sit in my office. There are still two hours away from sailing. Time is enough, enough."

"Hold on!" A shout came from above.

Everyone looked up, and a spiritual monk in the air was stepping up and hovering over the heads of Kunpeng and others: "This little girl, how do I look so kind. He Tian, ​​who is she?"

Kunpeng frowned and looked back at Liren carefully, but did not see the original image. The effect of her illusion is still good, but why is it being stared at by the cultivator of the spirit race, is it because of her face?

The face after being turned away is still radiant. It is said that confidant is a disaster. If he stays beside confidant and does not have enough strength, confidant will indeed bring disaster to her guardian.

Knowing that someone coveted her beauty, she should have turned her into a slightly ugly face before, but now it is obviously impossible to replace it.

He Tian really didn't know Liren's name. He couldn't call these people by his name alone.

Kunpeng smiled and said, "Senior, what do you want to ask for the name of this girl?"

"Who is this dragon demon? I think he is unhappy, so he killed it for me!" The spirit race monk ordered He Tian.

He Tian was stupid, and said in his heart, this is troublesome. But he knew that this spirit race monk was a well-known sex ghost, a slightly charming monster race monk, as long as he looked at him, he couldn't escape the clutches of the clutches.

"He Tian, ​​what does this spiritual cultivator do?" Kun Peng asked lightly.

"He is the stationmaster of Qinglong Station. He has been stationed at Qinglong Station for a long time, and he also manages Qinglong City."

He Tian didn't have any spiritual cultivators, but instead answered Kunpeng's words very quickly. This caused the spirit race monk to instantly burst into flames, and his body flashed slightly, as he slapped He Tian with a giant spiritual palm.

If this palm is pressed on his head, He Tian will die. His face was instantly pale as paper, and he didn't even dream of it. He provokes a spiritual cultivator. He is a ninth-level spiritual cultivator. It is easier to slap him to death than to slap an ant.

"Spirit race, isn't it too presumptuous?" Kunpeng said lightly.

"Little brother, let me clean him up?" Liren watched as the giant palm pressed down, not sympathizing with He Tian, ​​but igniting a will to fight.

Kunpeng waved his hand, the palm of his hand was slightly tilted, a transparent and extremely subtle spiritual power hit the giant hand of spiritual power, and almost no one saw him make a move.

But the spiritual monk let out a scream.

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