I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

Thousandth two hundred and thirty-nine chapters, dispose of it yourself!

Nod.

Before Yi Poor was named Zu Long, he naturally couldn’t make it out in advance, so he smiled and congratulated Chen She.

Wu Hua, Kunpeng and others also congratulated him. No one mentioned the sword formula. Even Wu Hua and Kunpeng didn’t know where the sword formula was written.

Maybe it was a bit of memory passed by the special envoy to him, but thinking that the special envoy was only sent by the heavenly demon after all, the heavenly devil shouldn’t give the sword tactics to the special envoy’s mind. The win was engraved in what memory stone, and Chen She needed a special formula before he could check the sword.

“You are all congratulating me, but no one asked me what prizes I got, what’s the matter?” Chen She provoked the topic.

Everyone laughed, but they couldn’t avoid it. Wu Hua said: “The envoy’s words are so clear that everyone has heard them. How can you ask them? Would you please read the sword arts to everyone? This is obviously impossible, right? Since it is your prize, it should be controlled and handled by you.”

He mentioned “disposal”!

Kunpeng knew that Wu Hua was telling Chen She on purpose to see if he could understand what Wu Hua meant. I believe he can understand it, but it is not known whether he will take the initiative to trade the sword tactics to Kunpeng.

After all, a demon sword’s sword art, and it was given by the demon, as a reward for him to obtain a champion of the gods, no matter how it was said, it was extremely important. It is completely understandable that he will not exchange it.

“Uncle Master is right, I should dispose of this prize. Then I have to keep it temporarily, and then dispose of it when I think of something needed.”

He actually obeyed Wu Hua’s words directly, and Wu Hua was speechless for a while. I can’t just let him take care of it. You propose to let him hand it over to Kunpeng. Isn’t this slap your own face?

Wu Hua had to smile and nodded. After Chen She returned, he looked at Kun Peng with a slight apologetic expression on his face.

Kunpeng also smiled back, without feeling lost. But he already understood Chen She’s thoughts. He didn’t want to hand over the sword art, at least he wouldn’t hand over easily, and he might even want to use some channels to exchange Mei Chaofeng for the magic sword. This is indeed possible, otherwise he wouldn’t have spoken like that just now.

But this is indeed his freedom, his prize, no one can deprive it.

After Yi Poor presents awards to Zu Long, everyone’s interest is not so strong.

Chen She’s special prizes, as well as the relationship between the sword art and people, and the conjectures and interests that have arisen have not yet passed. Their attention and topics are still stuck on Chen She, and naturally they have ignored Zulong. .

But Kunpeng, Mei Chaofeng and Huang Rong are exceptions. They not only pay attention to Chen She’s prizes, but also pay attention to the prizes of other winners. They want to know what kind of prizes the Tianma can use to win people’s hearts.

The spiritual world disciples’ contest for hegemony, that is once a year.

How many treasures can the demon take out? Every year, there are three winners in the championship and two ranks, and a total of six prizes are awarded. Sometimes the champions of the spirit and martial ranks can also get certain rewards.

After so many years, I don’t know how many babies have been sent out, nor do I know where the heavenly demon got such things to capture these spirit bodies, let them train and compete crazy, thereby continuously improving the overall strength of the spirit world.

The demons also have a set of strategies for governing people.