Marvel Lord of Demons

After Lu Gong left, Yang Jiao relaxed his tense mind. He stretched his waist comfortably and said with a smile: "Oh, I almost lost again. Fortunately, Susu, you came in time and saved the situation. Otherwise, my old master's face would have been completely lost."

"Pfft", the girl dressed in pink covered her mouth and smiled. I was so angry at Yang Jiao's shameless "words and deeds".

"Dad has been immersed in chess skills for many years. The young master is no older than a weakling, so it is normal for him not to be good at chess."

Lu Su was stared at by his direct gaze, her pretty face was slightly red, and her cheeks were even more flushed against the backdrop of her pink outfit. Extremely lovable.

"Look at what you said, I won't be able to win chess. Give me another three years and I'm sure to win over your father. By the way, let's not talk about this anymore. If you have nothing to do, why don't you accompany me to see the night market tonight? Right. I heard that the street night market here is quite lively."

"Ah, I went to the night market, but Su'er has never been there since she was a child. I'm not very familiar with the night scene of the streets."

"So Miss Susu doesn't agree to guide me. You're not familiar with me. I'm just the same, so it's better to go together. A blind man will catch you in the dark. Just look at the shells wherever you go. You're a good girl, you just do nothing all day long. I know I won’t be bored even if I stay in the boudoir.”

The well-behaved girl in pink clothes lowered her head and agreed to his semi-forced request. Because of the first impression of his previous life-saving grace, Lu Su naturally developed an indescribable and unexplained affection for him.

As night falls, the night life of the small capital of Peixian County begins. The remaining power of the First Emperor is still there, and it frightens the six countries. It is still a prosperous scene here.

Night markets are generally a place for wealthy young men and young ladies, and stalls and hawker stalls can be seen everywhere along the street.

Lu Su, who changed into a green dress, traveled with Yang Jiao, saying that she was accompanying him to play. In fact, she is the one running around who has never left the front door since she was a child.

There are strings of red and shiny candied haws, people making sugar candies, jugglers, and lanterns, and artists showing folk skills such as breaking big rocks on the chest.

"Slow down. The boss will bring you two bunches of candied haws."

A vendor holding a candied haws stand high ran over and almost ran into the two of them. Yang Jiao was quick-witted and held him up. Under the surprised looks of Lu Su and the vendor, he paid for two bunches of candied haws.

"Here, give it a try."

The girl in green clothes smiled shyly and waved her hand to say no. He forced a bunch of them into his hand, and the girl whose eyes were full of hope couldn't refuse. He opened his mouth and took a tentative taste of the cherry.

For a moment, the sweet taste reverberated between the mouth and nose.

"It's delicious, right? If you don't try it, how can you know the good and bad of the world and the ugliness of people? Well, this principle only applies to food. As for the bad guys, just burn incense like the guys we met last time. Please don’t bump into me again.”

So along the way, Yang Jiao instilled "rebellious" thoughts, and the girl was unconsciously poisoned by a small amount of poison. Under his instigation, she ate candied haws, made clay figures, and guessed lantern riddles and a series of "novel" things.

As the saying goes, learning well is difficult. It only takes a moment to learn bad things. She was really happy to be a "bad" girl again. She held the half bunch of uneaten candied haws in her hand and followed Yang Jiao around.

At this moment, a row of lively applause sounded from the front, and a man and woman led by him squeezed into the crowd. Join in the fun.

Inadvertently, the girl subconsciously held his arm. Yang Jiao didn't pay attention, and he waved out a strong wind, tearing a hole in the crowd of people like sardine heads.

"Drink."

In the middle of the field, a bearded man over forty years old was performing. He picked up the stone mill, which weighed about forty kilograms, with one arm and slowly raised it above his head.

"well."

A round of applause resounded throughout the audience, and the middle-aged uncle said something to the effect that the mountain was long and the travel arrangements were not enough, so he was in trouble. He came up with this strategy out of desperation, to show off his martial arts skills once in a lifetime and make everyone laugh.

With a loud bang, the stone plate fell to the ground, splashing dust all over the ground.

"What's so commendable about this? It's all just a trick. If you want to see someone more awesome, look at the other side. That young man is even more amazing. He can easily lift a heavy mill with the power of several stones with one arm. He is known as the descendant of Yanshuai of the Xiang family. A martial arts arena was set up there. He said he wanted to defeat the invincible in the world and become the enemy of ten thousand people."

All the busybodies turned their heads and saw the martial arts arena not far away, with waves of cheers coming and going.

"He is born with supernatural power. The young man on the stage is really scary. He lifted up a stone roller weighing hundreds of kilograms with one hand. He had already driven away five or six waves of people. Look, he lifted it again. Oh my God, it's going to happen this time. Let’s go lift the cauldron.”

A bronze tripod in the shape of three legs. Looking taller than a human being, the heroic young man on the ring took a big step forward. He bumped the edge of the tripod mouth with his shoulder, and the bronze tripod, which was tall enough for one person, shook, and the ring almost collapsed with a loud bang.

"Get up."

The three-legged giant cauldron was embraced by the heroic young man's arms and picked up steadily. Yang Jiao in the field widened his eyes in surprise. In his surprised gaze, Yang Jiao sensed extraordinary vitality from this young man who was less than twenty years old. This is obviously not something that can be explained by ordinary natural strength, it can be said to be divine power.

He is like an ancient version of a super soldier, almost as strong as the perfectly transformed Captain America and Spider-Man in terms of pure strength.

"Hey. This extremely rich blood."

At this time, the imprint of the Pangu Treasure Box pattern on his palm was slightly warm. Yang Jiao felt a wave of demonic energy that was very similar to the Demon Lord of Fire. Judging from the power of the Holy Lord and his most original burning power, one can guess one out of ten.

The Demon Lord was originally a fire magician, but he later learned some kind of black magic. He transformed himself into an immortal body, just like Dormammu in the Marvel world, who became a demon from a human, and the power of the twelve talismans probably came from this. Judging from its heels, it is very similar to the surviving family of the ancient Kunlun dragons recorded in the Dark God's Book.

Rabbit's super speed power has chosen this ancient Kunlun world instead of other places. It seems to be guiding him to follow the footsteps of the ancient dragon people. Yang Jiao made up his mind at this moment. If he could go back again, he would definitely go to New York to find Iron Fist, because Iron Fist came from the ancient Kunlun land. According to legend, every Iron Fist needs to use his own energy to penetrate the heart of the immortal dragon named Shou Lao to gain the indestructible power of the Iron Fist. This iron fist power is mostly related to the dragon people.

"Xiang Yu was able to lift a thousand-jin cauldron when he was young. Could it be that he is a dragon-human hybrid, and it is due to the power of Gu Lunlong's blood?"

"You are worthy of being a descendant of Xiang Yan, a member of the Xiang family, with amazing power."

Wait, what, Xiang Yan's descendants. A flash of lightning flashed in Yang Jiao's mind. Among the most amazing figures in the ancient Qin Dynasty, Liu Bang, the founder of the Han Dynasty, must be the first, followed by Xiang Yu. The name of the Overlord of Western Chu is not just talk.

It's a pity that the laws of heaven are unfair, otherwise the Overlord of Western Chu would be another emperor of the founding dynasty. He competed with the late-blooming Han Emperor Liu Bang for supremacy in the world, and fell into decline after his only defeat in his life. Of course, if Xiang Yu followed the advice and took the ferry across Jiangdong, the outcome might not be certain yet.

Traveling to the ancient and mysterious land of Kunlun, I unexpectedly encountered a descendant of the dragon who was like the Demon Lord of Fire. This has to be surprising. Yang Jiao thought again and again, but was still unwilling to disrupt the historical pattern.

He is just a passerby in this era, and it is best not to cause trouble. When the magical power of the talisman was restored, he would drive the power of the talisman to return to real time and space.

"He's so strong."

The pretty girl on the side rolled her dark eyes, envious of the young overlord in the field for his natural power. He could lift a thousand-jin cauldron with one arm. This kind of power was something Lu Su, who had been frail and sickly since childhood, could never achieve.

"Do you like it? Let's do it too. It shouldn't be difficult." Seeing this scene, Yang Jiao asked.

"No, we definitely can't lift it." The pretty girl shook her head. Although she knew that Yang Jiao was a warrior who knew the ancient Qi refining method, who could do the inhuman ability of lifting a thousand pounds. There is no such thing as a young overlord with such innate divine power.

"Okay, let's do it again when we come back." After saying that, Yang Jiao secretly restrained the earth's demonic energy in his body. He can now use the eight demonic energies that spilled out of Pangu's treasure box.

After meeting the young Overlord, a descendant of the ancient Kunlun Dragon Man, Yang Jiao was thinking about whether to visit a famous master and learn an ancient Qi refining method. Traveling into the secret realm of Kunlun is a rare opportunity in itself.

"Oh, this young man in the audience has such a strong tone. My nephew lifts the cauldron with one arm. I have been the only one with this kind of strength for half my life. Why don't you go up on stage and give it a try."

The two were about to leave when an old and deep voice suddenly came from the crowd. Yang Jiao turned around and saw the speaker was a middle-aged man with a rough face and a heavy breath.

,Wonderful