I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

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I was also very excited, saying that it was OK, but Wu Hua still input some spiritual energy for them: “It’s fine if you are not injured, but after two days of tiredness, I will give you a recovery.”

They are naturally grateful.

Usually, don’t say that the senior brothers are so close to them, even during the time of the competition, what happens is just a kind of official care, not from the heart.

It is the strength and talent that can make you the focus of the leader’s heart. Looking at the three of Kunpeng, Wu Hua has hardly left them, and one can imagine how they stand in his heart.

However, now, they finally got his general attention to the Kunpeng trio.

Soon, one hundred people were registered, and some Shushan disciples specially sent nutritious meals to these one hundred people to make up for part of their shortcomings in the two consecutive days of fighting.

At the same time, Kunpeng also saw Ge Hong from the Maoshan Sect approaching them: “Master Wu, congratulations!”

Wu Hua’s face turned black in an instant: “Head Ge, what do you mean? Wu Hua is just a big disciple of the head of Luoshamen Qiu, why are you framed me for unrighteousness?”

Ge Hong did not apologize. He still smiled and said, “Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that Wu Hua is the future head of Qiu Yang. I called the head of Wu ahead of time, just as a congratulation.”

“Congratulations in advance? No need. If you are interested, just take back what you just said, and don’t let Wu Hua become the laughing stock of the world. My master Qiu is still in charge, and has never said that the future head will be passed on. Wu Hua.”

Wu Hua’s voice is not low, and at least a few people from the sects around him can hear it clearly.

Kunpeng looked at Ge Hong. How could this servant, as the head of a big sect, speak so ignorantly? Even if he wants to deliberately divorce the Rakshasa gate, so that their players can’t do their best in the future games, there is no need to hurt his reputation, right?

Zu Long also looked at Ge Hong: “Head Ge, didn’t you deliberately vent your dissatisfaction with us because there are only two disciples of the Maoshan Sect who entered the semi-finals?”

With this reminder, everyone suddenly remembered that several of the more than ten players who left the field in the end were from the Maoshan Sect. The remaining six players in the Rakshasa gate have been besieging their disciples on the court with other martial arts players.

It turned out that Ge Hong was angry at the Raksha Gate because of this.

Some sects who were about to leave also gathered around to watch the excitement at this time, and naturally heard Zu Long’s words. But they just watch the excitement purely, so they won’t persuade them.

They even wished that the two factions would play a match and they would both be expelled from the game.

However, Luo Shamen and Maoshan Sect will naturally not do it just because of this kind of thing. Wu Hua smiled and said: “If this is the case, Ge Zhangmen will have some… well, let’s go back and rest. Hopefully, in the semi-finals, Don’t be eliminated from the three players of Mao Shanzong.”

What he said sounded like a concern or a threat, depending on how the listener understood it.

Ge Hong said: “If you don’t bother Wu, I’m sorry, but if you accidentally call him Wu’s head, I will correct it right away-I won’t bother Wu Hua.”

Wu Hua nodded and took the disciples of Luoshamen into the air. He didn’t see the disciples of the Shushan League sneer watching them leave, but Ge Hong saw it.