Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Zhang Yifeng's eyes darkened slightly. If it was as he suspected, Wushuang Scholar might be in danger.

I originally thought that I would be safe after avoiding those crises on the first day, but now it seems that Zhang Yifeng is thinking too much.

Even if the Great Demon God borrowed Lao Xu's body, the previous plots were not triggered.

It was still inevitable to confront the peerless scholar in person.

Zhang Yifeng is more or less familiar with this plot.

For example, in a movie, if some plots cannot continue, various accidents will naturally occur to promote the rhythm of the movie.

Obviously, even without the previous events, Lao Xu's confrontation with Li Huansheng tonight could not be changed.

It should be some kind of power that forcibly controlled the Great Demon God and allowed him to go through this process.

If the result does not change, one of the Great Demon God and the Peerless Scholar must die tonight.

With a sinking heart, Zhang Yifeng opened the door and tiptoed toward the master bedroom.

Looking at the current state of the Great Demon God, it is obvious that he wants to go up and kill anyone he sees.

With Zhang Yifeng's mortal body, whether he can defeat the Great Demon God remains to be seen.

Arriving outside the master bedroom, the door had been opened, and there was a conversation inside.

Zhang Yifeng looked sideways into the room and saw the unparalleled scholar sitting at the table, with the great demon holding a sickle facing him.

The words spoken between the two were exactly the same as what Zhang Yifeng heard during the last trial.

Immediately, Zhang Yifeng's face showed a look of concentration, and he noticed a little surprise in the eyes of the unparalleled scholar sitting at the table.

Obviously Wushuang Scholar should also be controlled by that mysterious power. The person who controls Li Huansheng's body is no longer him.

Fortunately, Zhang Yifeng arrived at just the right time, just when Li Huansheng said something to anger Lao Xu.

Seeing Lao Xu holding the sickle tightly in his hand and pressing towards Li Huansheng step by step with red eyes, Zhang Yifeng knew that he had to come forward.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yifeng slapped the door directly, attracting the attention of the two people in the room.

"Old Xu, what are you doing?!"

Zhang Yifeng shouted loudly and rushed towards Lao Xu, reaching out to grab the sickle from his hand.

However, Lao Xu's strength was surprisingly strong. As soon as Zhang Yifeng grabbed the handle of the sickle, Lao Xu threw him aside.

"Old Li, what are you doing to stop me? You have no idea how scary this guy Li Huansheng is!"

Lao Xu growled with a ferocious expression and ignored Zhang Yifeng.

His fierce eyes fell on Li Huansheng, and he was about to kill him with a sickle in hand.

Seeing that the sickle was about to fall on Li Huansheng's head, Zhang Yifeng picked up a flowerpot next to him at the critical moment and threw it towards Lao Xu.

The flower pot accurately hit Lao Xu on the back of the head, and the broken soil scattered all over the ground.

And because of this, the back of Lao Xu's head was scratched by a fragment of a clay pot, and streams of blood flowed out.

"Old Li, since you are so stubborn and stubborn, you should die first!"

Lao Xu turned his head and stared at Zhang Yifeng with a fierce expression.

At the same time, Li Huansheng, who had been sitting at the table, suddenly stood up.

He threw himself on Lao Xu, and did not forget to shout to Zhang Yifeng: "The God of Death! Hurry up and knock him out with me!"

This shout also made Zhang Yifeng understand that Wushuang Scholar had regained control of his body.

He didn't care too much at that moment, he jumped from the ground and landed on Lao Xu's body.

Using all his strength and weight, Zhang Yifeng firmly suppressed Lao Xu's arm holding the sickle.

The Wushuang scholar on the other side also gritted his teeth, picked up the stool next to him, and hit Lao Xu on the head regardless of anything.

If others knew that the famous Wushuang Scholar and the God of Death were fighting in such a childish way, they would probably laugh out loud.

However, Zhang Yifeng and Wushuang Scholar did not dare to neglect. If there was even the slightest mistake, they would be the ones who died tonight.

The bench in his hand quickly shattered under the unparalleled scholar's relentless pounding.

Upon seeing this, Wushuang scholar immediately pulled over to another bench.

Under the continuous blows, Lao Xu's face was covered with blood, and the palm holding the sickle gradually became weak.

Zhang Yifeng seized the opportunity and snatched the sickle directly from Lao Xu's hand.

Feeling the strength gradually weakening under his body, Zhang Yifeng stood up in time and grabbed the Wushuang scholar's arm.

Looking at the inkstone that Wushuang Scholar was about to smash down, Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but swallow.

If the unparalleled scholar were to hit him this time, the great devil would not have to live anymore.

"Okay, fellow Taoist Wushuang, the Great Demon God has calmed down."

Zhang Yifeng said, pointing to the big demon who was breathing weakly on the ground and his face was covered with blood.

"He, damn, does he need to be so cruel?"

The great demon lying on the ground coughed, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

In fact, when Zhang Yifeng took the sickle, the Great Demon God had already regained his consciousness.

Naihe had been suppressed by Zhang Yifeng and Wushuang Scholar, and could not speak at all. He could only be hit twice more by Wushuang Scholar.

"This, this..."

The Wushuang scholar swallowed and saw clearly what he had just accomplished.

Throwing the inkstone in his hand aside, Wushuang Scholar and Zhang Yifeng worked together to pull the Great Demon God up from the ground.

After helping the person to sit on the bed, Scholar Wushuang dug out the gauze in the room to bandage the great devil.

"What is going on and why do we suddenly lose control of our bodies?"

The Great Demon God covered his bandaged head, lowered his head and said.

He still feels dizzy and has difficulty speaking.

"This should also be the test that the Ancient Immortal Emperor will give us in this trial."

"Otherwise, just letting us stay here would be too easy."

Zhang Yifeng spoke in a deep voice and revealed his previous guess.

"No wonder we suddenly lost control. This is the training ground of the Ancient Immortal Emperor, and every move we make is under his control."

"But how come you, fellow Daoist Killer God, were able to regain your freedom so quickly?"

Wushuang Scholar agreed with Zhang Yifeng's inference, but he was puzzled as to why Zhang Yifeng could regain his mobility so quickly.

He and the Great Demon God remained in that controlled state for at least a stick of incense.

According to Zhang Yifeng, he recovered from that state very quickly.

Moreover, Zhang Yifeng was obviously much less out of control than the two of them.

"If my guess is correct, it should be because I can only be regarded as a passerby in this incident."

"Or I shouldn't be here at all, so the control over me is relatively small."

"The characters played by Fellow Daoist Wushuang and Fellow Daoist Demon God are the main roles in this incident."