Chapter 528 Penal

"Bamboo... Mr. Pig, it turned out to be Mr. Pig. What kind of wind blew you over?" As soon as he entered the barracks, a young man with a strong aura in his eyes showed surprise, consternation and complex expression.

But the teenager is well hidden.

Hidden? Why hide it?

"What happened..." Zhu Zhu said secretly in his heart. At this time, he noticed the middle-aged demon clan behind the teenager.

The middle-aged demons are relatively thin, wearing a semi-new armor and placed in the barracks. No demon will pay attention to it.

Everyone looks like this, who will pay attention to whom?

"No! The breath is wrong! This breath..." Zhu Zhu clearly felt the pressure of the saint from the middle-aged demon clan. Although it is necessary to restrain its own breath, there is still a breath exposed.

Zhu Zhu clearly sensed it.

Saint?

Why does a saint follow an ordinary teenager?

"No! The ordinary teenager in front of him is not ordinary. According to the idea of Ba Gong, the commander of Ma Wangjun, the current teenager should be a disciple of Ba Gong, right?

Zhu Zhu's mind turned around. Seeing that the teenager was taken care of by the saint, he could imagine that it would not be too good to see the military commander Ba Gong and his teacher, Master Garros.

But the question is, what happened?

Zhu Zhu grinned: "It turned out to be Brother Cologne. Where are you going? I'm here to drink. What should I do if you go out?"

The teenager smiled and secretly glanced at the middle-aged demon behind him, "Ha ha, forget it. Today is not the time to drink. I still have something to deal with. I'll come to you after this period."

The teenager, who is also a disciple of the military commander, Cologne, revealed that Zhu Zhu should leave as soon as possible.

Zhu Zhu shook his head helplessly and punched Cologne's chest, "You are not interesting enough! You didn't have time to receive me when I came so far to find you! What a frustration!"

"Hey... Next time, I will definitely treat you to a good wine next time! Well, if there's nothing wrong, I'll go to work first!" After saying that, the teenager is about to go out of the barracks.

"Wait!" Suddenly, the middle-aged demon clan, who had been silent, shouted in a low voice and turned their eyes to Zhu Zhu.

"Lord Mo, what instructions do you have?" Cologne's eyes turned and his face came up.

With a crisp sound, Cologne's body immediately turned around a few times, pattered and knelt down.

"Hmm! Don't think that I can't see the little tricks between you!" The middle-aged demon glanced coldly at Cologne with a red face and a bulging right cheek, and his eyes were about to gather on Zhu Zhu: "You are bamboo leaves!"

"Apologies! Apologize to Cologne immediately! Zhu Zhu's eyes narrowed.

"Apologize? It's ridiculous. Don't think that you are invincible in the world if you won the championship! You should know that there are still many demons in the world that you can't reach!" The middle-aged demon clan looked at Zhu Zhu indifferently.

"Let's go! The leader of our third punishment team is punishing the hateful guy in Pakistan! The middle-aged man locked Zhu Zhu tightly.

Zhu Zhu helped Cologne up with a calm expression, "Are you all right?"

Cologne's face turned red, his eyes were full of resentment, and he shook his head slightly: "It's okay!"

"Well, it's okay!"

Pop, Zhu Zhu's body suddenly moved, and a more crisp sound sounded at the door of the barracks, and then he heard a sound of inhaling cold air around him.

Even Cologne covered his mouth. He couldn't believe that Zhu Zhu dared to suddenly do it, and the opponent's target was a saint.

And he slapped the saint like an electrician.

The war demons around him couldn't believe it. Cologne couldn't believe it. Even the person concerned, the saint couldn't believe it. He looked at Zhu Zhu with stunned eyes.

Soon, his face turned red, then iron blue, and then pale.

Of course, it's angry.

"Looking for death!" The saint Huimo's face was suddenly ferocious, and strips of abyss-like gullies appeared on his originally smooth and round face.

Boom, the pressure of the saint broke out on Huimo's body and rushed straight to Zhu Zhu.

Zhu Zhu hugged Cologne, then threw it out from afar, and then his body turned slightly in the air, and the direction of the flight suddenly changed, avoiding Mo's attack.

But Huimo was not willing to be slapped in public by such a small guy as Zhu Zhu, which was a shame that could not be washed away in any case. From childhood to age, who dared to do this to him?

Especially after he became a disciple of the Pig Emperor College and became a saint, where did he go with praise and sighs?

When did he have to bear such shame?

It's unforgivable!

Wow... A roundabout, behind Mo's head, a circle of holy brilliance is extraordinary and condensed, and the pressure enveloped the whole barracks. Huimo summoned his own weapon without hesitation, which was a long gun that emits a huge killing machine.

Holy gun.

"Penalty Holy Gun, Kill!"

Huimo roared, and the holy gun in his hand suddenly stabbed out, like a poisonous snake, flexible and poisonous. Behind him, thousands of bones were revealed, adding to his momentum.

I didn't keep my hand. It's not necessary, and it's not necessary.

Zhu Zhu was in the air, moving left and right, dodging back and forth, avoiding the holy gun, but a moment later, he found that Huimo's holy gun enveloped him, three feet, like a cage.

"How dare you treat the great saint like this? You are looking for death. No one can save you. You have to be responsible for your behavior. Even your teacher Garros will die, and I will destroy your nine clans!"

While attacking and killing, he returned to Mo and hit Zhu Zhu coldly.

The shadow of the gun slowly shrank, and the sky was full of holy guns. With a slight sound, Zhu Zhu's body retreated and his face was solemn.

At his right arm, a blood stain was dripping with blood.

The water source force and the wood source force flowed through the wound, and the blood stains slowly disappeared.

"Want for the life of the pig? You are not qualified yet!"

"Want the life of Mr. Pig? You are even more unqualified!"

"Want to destroy the nine tribes of the pig master? You will never have this qualification!"

Zhu Zhu's deep voice resounded in the barracks, and his body suddenly disappeared.

When he appeared again, he had arrived in front of Huimo, and his fists were like two rounds of the blazing sun, emitting brilliant brilliance, and hitting Huimo's chest with the momentum of wind and clouds.

Puff, Huimo's body flew out heavily, opened his mouth and spewed out several mouthfuls of blood, and a violent cough sounded.

"His shooting method has reached the realm of transformation, and he has the rhythm, attack ability and strength, but unfortunately his speed is not fast!"

After a confrontation, Zhu Zhu knew the advantages and weaknesses of the other party.

Huimo's attack power is extremely strong, but his defense and speed are average.

When he figured this out, Zhu Zhu stimulated the pig emperor's body to the extreme, and with one idea, he added nearly 100 speed-up runes, such as [whirlwind array], [wind cloud array], [wind gust]...

Zhu Zhu's body disappeared.

Bang, Hui Mo's body kept regressing, his face was twisted, and his eyes were red. He was extremely angry, but there was nothing he could do. Zhu Zhu's speed was so fast that he couldn't keep up at all, and his spiritual knowledge could not lock Zhu Zhu Zhu...

How is this possible?

You should know that Zhu Zhu's cultivation is too low. Compared with him, the gap is too big, but it is not the other party who is suffering from cruelty now, but him.

I'm aggrieved!

" Stop!" An extremely powerful spiritual knowledge swept towards Zhu Zhu.

Zhu Zhu crossed the sky, leaving thousands of shadows in the air, slid back to Mo, dived, and landed on the ground.

At this moment, Huimo's face is no longer human. A pig's head was lifted like a chicken by Zhu Zhu. He wanted to break free but found that he could not mobilized power at all. That sense of humiliation bit his soul and his strong heart.

"Rand... let go of me..." Mo howled back.

Wang, several forces did not enter Huimo's body, and Huimo's face suddenly turned red. Poof, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and his expression was depressed.

Zhu Zhu slipped back to Mo with one hand and looked calmly at the direction of strong spiritual consciousness. "Little guy, you are very good. Come in!"

The fluctuation of spiritual knowledge came, Zhu Zhu frowned slightly, and the source of the voice was the camp of Ba Gong.

His eyebrows unfolded, and Zhu Zhu slipped back to Mo. Under the unbelievable eyes of many war demons of Ma Wangjun, he slowly walked towards the camp in the center of the barracks.

"Master Pig, I'll go with you!"

Cologne's face caught up with a solemn face, and a stream of air surged up on Cologne's cheeks. In a moment, Cologne's swollen cheeks were intact as before. He only felt a cool airflow wrapping his cheeks, and then he saw that his cheeks were better. Cologne couldn't help smiling gratefully at Zhu Zhu.

"Be careful! There is also a captain of the third team of punishment who claims to be the punishment elder of Zhuhuang College. He is called a tyrant and a third-order saint. He is here for you. You must be careful..."

During the period of going to the camp, Cologne told Zhu Zhu the identity of the demon who had just exuded strong spiritual knowledge.

Zhu Zhu nodded and walked into the camp calmly.

At the left of the tent, a young man in black robe had excited eyes. The moment he stepped into the tent, he gathered his eyes on him.

Sitting opposite the young man in black robe is the ugly commander Ba Gong of Ma Wangjun.

However, Zhu Zhu turned his eyes to the teenager behind the young man in black robe. From the teenager, he felt a little danger.

seemed to feel Zhu Zhu's eyes, and the teenager nodded to Zhu Zhu.

"That teenager's origin is mysterious, but he is not a saint!" Cologne secretly sent a voice.

Zhu Zhu nodded. Cologne could not feel the danger of the teenager.

In Zhu Zhu's eyes, those who can bring him a crisis generally reach the second-order saint.

That is to say, although the standing teenager has not yet stepped into the holy land, but like him, he has the ability to fight with second-order saints.

"Little guy, are you a bamboo leaf? The champion of the Shenma battle? A different color flashed in the eyes of the young man in black.

[The first update was originally updated at night, but thinking that everyone was used to watching in the morning, I still rushed to write a chapter at noon. The cold got worse and coughed again. It's really painful. Everyone should pay more attention to your health.]