On the third day, guests began to appear in the castle opposite. Shen Zheng, who had been staring there, immediately noticed a few of them.

Those residents are the contestants from the Holy Empire. In addition to the ten contestants, there are also captains and members of the Royal Guard. Of course, those people cannot catch the eye of Shen Zheng. He is eyeing the ten contestants. one of them.

This man has long, flowing hair and a handsome and handsome face. He is definitely a girl killer type character. He is wearing a white robe with black patterns as embellishments, and he looks elegant.

But this was naturally not what Shen Zheng paid attention to.

This man's eyes are cold and calm, as if looking at him for a long time makes people feel drowsy. His whole body faintly exudes an aura that is different from that of a warrior. As the brother of a super-genius great mystic mage, , Shen Zheng is no stranger to this kind of breath, it is exactly the breath of the secret mage.[

On the finger of this man's left hand, there was something that attracted Shen Zheng's attention. It was a black ring. Although it looked inconspicuous on the surface, Shen Zheng could clearly sense the aura of the artifact.

Moreover, he also sensed the power of the Holy and Demonic Creator from it. This is enough to show that this artifact is a type that can use the power of the Holy and Demonic Creator.

This is a good thing. Shen Zheng stared at the man's hand, but in an instant, the man suddenly felt something and turned his head to look here. Thanks to Shen Zheng sitting here with several demon contestants, Only then was he not discovered.

The man greeted these demon contestants, showed a contemptuous smile, and entered the castle with everyone.

That contemptuous smile in Shen Zheng's eyes made him laugh.

Come, this is a good opportunity.

Not long after, someone also came out of the castle opposite. Shen Zheng took a quick look and could tell by their clothing that only six of them were contestants. On his side, except for the royal guards, including himself There are five people.

He calculated carefully - although he didn't know how powerful the Saint Emperor was, at least the Demon Emperor was almost equal to him. Moreover, since the other party was in his own plane, he must have more powerful means to assassinate both of them. It doesn't make much sense, because it's the Holy Demon family that controls the entire plane.

After all, my own power is limited and it is impossible to cause huge damage to the holy and demon world. However, if I assassinate the strongest elite of the two tribes and then kill the holy and demon emperor, it will be enough to cause a fatal blow to the holy and demon world, at least. So that they can't spare any time to deal with the source world.

In this way, the time of the war can be delayed again, giving Shen Zheng enough time to create an army with quasi-artifacts. At that time, he can preemptively lead an army to attack the Holy Demon Realm and burn the flames of war to these invaders. In the home.

Then the source world will become safer, and the people will not be harmed by war.

This is a good job. Shen Zheng thought to himself and poked a player next to him.

"Help me look at the expressions of these guys." Shen Zheng said, "I sense that they have bad intentions and are sarcastic. Are they following us?"

"That's right." The player looked at the opponent for a while and snorted. "Don't pay attention to them. These fools from the saints, guys with little fighting power, always think that they are so great and cannot afford us, the demons. They treat them as fools. That’ll be fine.”

"But their thoughts are so annoying." Shen Zheng snorted, suddenly laughed, and whispered to everyone: "Brothers, how about I go over and tease them?"

"Okay." Someone cheered.

Shen Zheng smiled, stood up slowly, held a glass of wine, and walked slowly towards the table opposite where the Saint players were sitting.

"What does this guy want to do?" A Saint player noticed Shen Zheng and couldn't help but frown slightly.

"This demon guy is so weird." Another player said, "Why does he keep wearing his helmet and refuses to take it off?" [

"I have some gossip." Another contestant said, "I heard that one of the top ten in the Demon Clan selection competition came from a small family in a remote village. It is said that he almost died because of problems with his cultivation. It fell off, resulting in a very ugly face and even blindness.”

"Interesting." A contestant laughed, "The Demon Empire is so incompetent that it even sends out disabled people like this. Is there really no talent?"

As he said this, the group of people all laughed.

Shen Zheng heard all this, but pretended not to hear it. He slowly came closer and raised the wine glass in his hand: "Everyone, you are all masters in the Holy Empire, right? Nice to meet you. I His name is Baisheng Tianfeng, and he is a member of a small family in the demon clan. This time he was lucky enough to win the eighth place among the top ten and participate in the finals.

"What do you want to say?" A Holy Race contestant interrupted him impatiently. "Do you want us to be merciful during the competition? In that case, you can save it. The rules of the competition do not allow you to kill your opponent, so you can rest assured. "

"No, no, no." Shen Zheng waved his hands hurriedly, "I don't mean that. What I mean is that in fact, we demons don't pay attention to you holy bastards at all, so even a low-level person like me doesn't care. Sent. Because we are sure that even someone like me can easily kill a large group of you."

"What did you say?" Several saint race contestants stared, and one of them even got up in anger.

"You blind man of the demon clan, are you looking for death?" The man roared angrily. As soon as he raised his hand, a mana wrapped around his fingers, and he quickly drew a pattern in the air.

The Holy Demon Realm is probably the most similar plane to the Source Realm, and even the methods of using secret techniques are so similar. Shen Zheng smiled faintly.

He saw that Shen Ying had used secret techniques many times, so he naturally knew that the weakness of the secret mage was speed.

Mystics cannot use secret techniques as quickly as slaying martial arts masters can launch their killing moves, but must go through the process of drawing a pattern. Really powerful mystics will practice some simple secret techniques that can be cast quickly or silently, and can be used in When a battle breaks out, contain the enemy and give yourself time to draw a powerful pattern. Shen Ying, for example, even directly arranges the pattern on the insect spirit weapon, so that he can easily launch powerful attacks instantly.

But the guy in front of him is obviously not an expert, nor does he have the ability or wisdom to draw patterns on weapons. As soon as he takes action, he starts drawing the pattern first.

Shen Zheng couldn't help but laugh, and immediately punched him. The force of the punch was so strong that it sent several saint players flying around. The guy who was drawing was already punched by Shen Zheng before he could complete the secret technique. He broke his nose, screamed and raised blood spots, flew backwards and fell to the ground.

"You killed one of them with one punch." Shen Zheng held the wine glass in his other hand and raised it to the Saint players who fell to the ground. Then he took a sip and turned to his "teammates". Victory gesture.

There was laughter immediately from the other side.

"The players from the Saint race are so awesome!" someone shouted, "The disabled among us can easily knock down one of us with one punch. This is amazing!"

"Bastard!" roars spread, and the players from the Saint Race climbed up one by one, with powerful mana surging throughout their bodies, staring at Shen Zheng. "Boy, you are looking for death!"

The royal guards on their side all stared at Shen Zheng with their eyes rounded, and they all raised their hands to summon their weapons.

"Kill you, I'm going to kill you!" The guy whose nose was broken by Shen Zheng's punch got up. With a touch of his hand, his nose returned to its original shape. He jumped up angrily and stretched out his hand to draw the secret spell in the air. Graphic array.

"That's ridiculous." Shen Zheng laughed, and suddenly punched out again. This punch was so fast that although the surrounding royal guards were prepared, the punch still hit the saint player's face instantly. , punched his nose into his face again, and he flew far away with a roar.

"Bold!" The surrounding Saint race players were angry. One of them immediately raised his hand, a ray of light shone out, turned into a sharp claw, and grabbed Shen Zheng head-on.

Shen Zheng sensed it and realized that the attack power of this sharp claw was astonishing. It was almost as strong as the fourth or fifth demon race players. He immediately pretended to be defeated and let out a cry, letting the sharp claw catch him. , and then deliberately controlled the changes in the Holy Demon Armor, creating cracks, and the person screamed and fell to the ground.[

"Trash is trash!" the man snorted coldly, "How dare you show off your demon clan's little power in front of us? This is asking for death!"

"What are you talking about?" On the other side, the four demon contestants all stood up with gloomy faces and strode towards this side. The bands and singers in the middle had a conflict with each other and were so scared that they hid far away. of.

The four of them came closer, stood up slowly, and stared at the Saint players with cold eyes. They didn't have much friendship with Shen Zheng, but they felt that this guy had been trying to please them for the past few days. If they didn't do anything at this critical moment, Standing up for him would seem unjust.

And although they look down on this "Hundred Saints Tianfeng", after all, he is also a member of the Demon Empire and their compatriot. Seeing their compatriots being bullied by outsiders, if they sit back and ignore it, it will be like being slapped in the face and being silenced. .

"You have heard what I said clearly." The saint player said proudly. "Your blind companion, if you also want to have a taste of this, I am happy to accompany you!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and there was already a staff in his hand. There was mana flowing on it, and it seemed that it could release powerful attacks at any time.

The other Saint race players also summoned insect spirit weapons and drew patterns in the air, but their skills were obviously not as good as this person's.

"Brothers, they are too strong, let's forget it." Shen Zheng climbed up with difficulty and stopped in front of his teammates to dissuade them.

"Go away! You are an embarrassment to our demon clan!" When the teammates saw it, they couldn't help but get angry. One of them grabbed Shen Zheng, threw him aside, waved his hand to summon the insect spirit weapon, and sneered at each other.

"Boys from the Holy Clan, do you think knowing some secret magic is enough? A true strong man is one who uses weapons and guns to fight the enemy sword to sword, not a coward who hides behind the army to be protected!

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"Seeking death!" the strongest Saint race player roared angrily, and with a wave of the staff in his hand, a sharper claw shot out of the air and grabbed the Demon race player.

The demon player roared and waved the sword in his hand to attack him, but he was no match for the power of the sharp claws. He was immediately knocked to the ground, with shocking bloody wounds on his back.

"Asshole, do you saints want to kill someone?" Someone immediately yelled and rushed towards them while waving weapons.

"Everyone from the demon clan, come out! The saint clan has bullied us to this extent. Don't stand still. Go ahead and kill them!"
Chapter completed!