The face of the young man Rakshasa changed drastically when the wolf crow cut off his weapon with a palm. A layer of purple mist was attached to his green cheeks. I don’t know if he was internally injured or angry. When he saw Ge Zheng’s fire whip, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The shallow fire magic dares to take it out and show your eyes a shame." The boy Rakshasa didn't look at Gronia, and swung it casually. Four pieces of his slender silver thread suddenly broke out. The four pieces of finger length stabbed Gronia's four battle spirits as accurately as a flying needle.

The four battle spirits were as if they were imposed on the determination technique and could not stand still. Gronia was shocked: If she could fix her war spirit, she must have eaten some talismans on these four silver threads. Such a small weapon could also be blessed with talismans in an instant. The cultivation of this young Rakshasa man is really unfathomable!

The silver thread, which was only half left, was wrapped back into the young man's hand in an instant. However, before on his wrist, now on his palm. The silver thread wrapped around his palm turned into a boxing glove. Under the protection of this boxing glove, he punched Ge Zheng's fire whip.

It has to be said that the Rakshasa boy cultivated by the underworld who had endless killings had extremely high martial arts skills. This punch fell just right at the least forceful point of the fire whip, just like the seven inches of a snake.

If this punch hits, ordinary weapons will definitely be interrupted, and better weapons will be bounced back. Even soft weapons will be vulnerable to the blessing of the Ming Dou Qi. However, Ge Zheng's fire whip not only did not bounce back, but instead wrapped around his arm.

The young man of Rakshasa raised his eyebrows: "I was not dispelled by my Nether Dou Qi. It seems that you have reached the realm of refining magic elements. Well, you are much better than the other wastes. It's a bit interesting. You can play with you."

Ge Zheng didn't seem to be disgusted with his cowhide, and clapped his hands and said, "See? I'm applauding you. You have to perform well and don't let me down. If you perform well, I'll find a female Rakshasa for you to match you with a seed." That tone was really not angry, but it was a bit like what the owner said before putting the fighting dog out to fight. The contempt in his tone made the Rakshasa young man soar into anger and shouted loudly: "You are looking for death!"

The Nether Dou Qi in his body burst out from his heart, and a powerful gray-black light ball spun like a vortex. The violent energy burst out instantly. A hurricane blew past Sosa and the injured Sosa could not resist and take two steps back. Portillo and Emerton beside him quickly supported him. Parela, who was seriously injured behind the young man, spat out another mouthful of blood in a coma.

Gronia's face changed and she shouted loudly: "Wolf Crow, go and save him..." Wolf Crow shook her head. Gronia was anxious and pushed away the war spirit that could not move in front of her, and she was about to rush forward.

Suddenly, the light shone brightly in front of him, and Gronia blocked it with her hand, and the light shone dazzlingly.

"Ah--" With a shrill scream, the fire whip grabbed by the Rakshasa youth suddenly became a big flame. After encountering the Nether Dou Qi, it seemed that gasoline was poured on the flame. With a scream, the Rakshasa youth had become a fireman!

He tried countless ways to put out the fire, and he used water and ice magic to extinguish the fire without effect; he rolled around on the ground to try to extinguish the flames without effect. The flames burned on his body and seemed to never be extinguished.

The screams of the Rakshasa youth were extremely shrill, which quickly attracted a group of people in the village to rush out. Those people saw the Rakshasa youth lying on the ground, rolling with fire, and quickly took off their clothes and helped him to slap them. It was strange that those who helped him put out the fire were not burned, but the flames on the Rakshasa youth had no intention of weakening at all.

"Go and find the Baron!" someone shouted. Two people ran back to the village immediately. Ge Zheng hugged his arms, took back the other four Samadhi True Fires, and looked at the villagers leisurely. However, the villagers looked at him very unfriendly.

After only a moment, the two people who had just run back were driven by the tall and strong man. It was obvious that the two of them were running too slowly in the Great Han County.

"Sandru!" The tall and strong man cried out with a terrible cry and rushed towards the young man covered in fire. When he arrived beside the young man, the flames suddenly rose suddenly, and a firewall party was shouting in front of him. The man took a step back helplessly and looked at the young man named Shandru in the flames, with grief and pity and kindness.

Baron Espol is also a member of the Rakshasa tribe. He stroked his hand on his chest and bowed slightly to Ge Zheng: "Please raise your hand and let my child go. According to the rules of the underworld, this is your territory..."

"Master Baron!" As soon as Espol said, the villagers around him immediately screamed. Ge Zheng touched his chin. It seemed that Baron Espol was very prestigious here. If he was in the human world, Ge Zheng would not mind expanding his territory. But this is the underworld, and he could not come and have a walk just to see the small village.

"Baron Espol, right?" Ge Zheng asked knowingly, touching his chin.

The tall and strong Espol was helpless. Although he was also a hard man, his son's life was in the hands of others, and the flame was very strange. His son Shandru's strength was stronger than his own. He could not extinguish it, and he would not have to waste his time. What he had to do in front of him was to try his best to satisfy the murderer and let him let his son go first.

He replied respectfully, "I am."

Ge Zheng moved his fingers and said, "I don't want your territory, nor do I want your son's life. I just want to consult you some things." Espol immediately agreed: "I know everything, please let my son go..."

Seeing that the baron, who was respected and highly respected in daily life, bowed to this "robber", the villagers around him were extremely angry, and the anger in their eyes was enough to melt the most stubborn alchemy materials. A little boy broke away from his mother's hands and rushed to Ge Zheng to beat and bite him, shouting in a silence: "Bad guy, I'll kill you!"

Ge Zheng was stunned and looked back at Gronia and Wolf Crow. His innocent eyes were clearly saying: When did I become a demon who even wants to kill children?

"Esen!" The child's mother screamed heart-wrenchingly, rushed up and knelt in front of Ge Zheng and kept kowtowing, crying loudly, "Sir, please, he is just a child, he is ignorant, I will definitely discipline him well, I will ask for a marriage and let him go."

Ge Zheng turned around and showed a grim smile at Gronia: "When everyone thinks you are a demon, you are a demon!" He pushed casually, and the thin child flew out dozens of meters lightly and crashed into the wooden fence.

"Ah!" There were two voices in this exclamation, Gronia and the mother.

Gronia was furious: "How could you really kill a child..." The child's mother rushed towards Ge Zheng like crazy, and hit Ge Zheng desperately.

Ge Zheng regretted it very much: "If I had known that a joke would cause such a big trouble, I would never have done that." Gronia was stunned. The child was stabbed on the wooden fence wall and hung it on a horizontal branch. The child was afraid of heights, and when he saw that his feet were empty, he was immediately frightened and cried: "Wow wow wow wow wow... Mom save me..."

Gronia was so amused and laughed: "How old are you, and you are still messing with children."

Espol breathed a sigh of relief and went up to plead, "Dear strong man, please give up your hand and let my son go. I will express my deep apologies for his unreasonable offense to you!" He said, then stroked his hand on his chest and slowly knelt down.

Ge Zheng was a little uneasy: "This matter is a misunderstanding." He quickly stopped the flames. The villagers only saw a trace of flames that were not much larger than the Hair Striped Village flying out of Young Master Shandru's body, and then the flames on his body were actually slowly extinguished.

Sandru was safe and sound, and even his clothes were not burned, but his whole body was red and blue smoke was emitting. The villagers were shocked: Young Master Sandru would not be roasted, right?

Although the flames were extinguished, Sandru was still unconscious. No wonder the villagers had such speculation.

Baron Espol was nervous, hesitated for a moment and asked carefully: "Dear strong man, Sandru..." Before the Baron could finish his words, Sandru suddenly sat up with a strange cry. Ge Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "Look!"

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Such a small village has limited production. Although Baron Espol calls himself the baron, he actually lives a life similar to half of the rich peasant families in the human world. Of course, the best food to entertain Ge Zheng is the best. Even the Baron himself is reluctant to eat the yellow bread. However, when he comes to Ge Zheng's mouth, he feels like chewing wax. I don't know what crop the rough flour is ground, and it's like wood chips when chewed in his mouth.

Fruit is the most expensive luxury in the underworld. Espol is a small baron and cannot afford to consume such things. So Gronia's idea of ​​eating some fruit can only stay in the stage of thinking for a long time.

Ge Zheng could have asked the Baron to help him treat Parela and Sosa. After all, the damage caused by the Nether Fighting Qi is more experienced in treating people from the Underworld. However, Ge Zheng hated Parela's arrogance in his heart and did not ask for it from beginning to end.

Although Baron Espol was a member of the Rakshasa tribe, he fainted from the baron's position after all, and he still had some skills to observe the expressions. After a while of conversation, he realized that the most powerful warrior in this team was this Ge Zheng. The follower behind the strong man and the female goblin. The three of them were obviously in the same group. The other four warriors were obviously another group.

This made Baron Espol a little confused: The underworld has always regarded the strong as the most respected, and choosing the Emperor of the Underworld is a decision to compete. Why can't a powerful warrior like Ge Zheng be convinced?
Chapter completed!