Chapter 4315

The figure standing in mid-air slowly turned around.

Unfamiliar faces, unfamiliar smiles!

Not Chen Ping!

"Beauty, don't look at me like this, do you think I'm handsome!"

Hei Feng showed an evil smile, and he perfectly used the evil energy of the demons.

Looking at him, Luo Luo always felt that he was very familiar, but at the same time felt so strange.

"Who are you?"

In Luo Luo's heart, there was expectation, and there was also a trace of longing.

"This seat is the eldest disciple of the Demon God, Hei Feng!"

Hei Feng, what an unfamiliar name, but those who are familiar with Chen Ping know that the giant sword he uses is called Hei Feng. Is this a coincidence?

"Ebony Blade!"

Looking at him, Luo Luo had countless thoughts about this name and this person. Apart from this name, there was also a feeling of familiarity. He didn't resemble that person at all.

It's not him!

There are many people who think the same as Luo Luo. They all know Chen Ping. He has many habits that cannot be changed!

Moreover, this person is a demon, and many strong people around him have seen it, and they are sure that this is a demon monk, not Chen Ping.

He still hasn't come back!

But a demon cultivator is not afraid of the thunder calamity, but he can resist the thunder calamity. In the end, he yelled loudly, shaking the thunder cloud away.

How similar is this to Chen Ping!

Could it be that there is still a genius monster who can resist the thunder disaster in the demon race?

Just like Chen Ping!

Mozun looked at Hei Feng in mid-air, laughed loudly, and said to Xiong Chongyan beside him: "Bitch, are you disappointed, this is not him, he won't come!"

Hei Feng, who was in mid-air, looked at Mozun with a cold and stern gaze, and at the same time, his figure disappeared in mid-air.

When it appeared, it had already arrived at the Demon Lord's side.

"Your Highness, be careful!"

A monk reminded Mozun, but he was still one step too late!

Hei Feng snatched Xiong Chongyan from his hand, and by the way, gave him a hard kick.

"In my life, what I hate the most are men who bully women. A waste like you deserves to be a human!"

Hei Feng's icy voice pierced deeply into Mozun's heart.

It's fine for him to be insulted by Chen Ping, a demon race, what right does he have to show off his power in a place where the human race is.

"Kill him, what are you still looking at, kill him for me!"

The Mozun roared, he wanted to kill the Mozu who insulted him, and then snatch Xiong Chongyan back.

But this time, no one paid any attention to his roar, not even the dead soldiers in his prince's mansion didn't move.

Wang Zhonglei shook his head and sighed, the Eighth Prince was not like this before, after what happened in the picture of mountains and rivers, his personality changed, he became a completely different person, his spirit is no longer complete.

"enough!"

Wang Zhonglei let out a soft drink, and the voice directly reached the demon's soul. His irritable mood and chaotic thoughts seemed to suddenly regain clarity. He looked around blankly, as if he didn't know what happened just now. .

Until she saw Xiong Chongyan in Hei Feng's arms!

"Sisi, come here!"

Xiong Chongyan looked at Mozun. This man was hateful, but also very pitiful. He didn't even notice such a big problem with his spirit.

Xiong Chongyan's bright eyes were on the demon monk who was hugging him beside him.

That familiar feeling doesn't look fake!

"Are you a demon?"

Xiong Chongyan's question was very strange, and Hei Feng showed a strange expression to her and said: "Yes, are you afraid, I brought you back and became the wife of the Demon Race."