Master Panzhi introduced me to this group of reinforcements, including Thailand, Angkor government, Annan, Laos, Myanmar, and India and Indonesia. In addition, representatives were sent to me. It was said that the heroes had arrived and gathered together.

Among these people, some belong to military or government figures, some are highly famous masters in the local area, or high-level worshipers from various countries. Among them, a fat monk with a smile on his face, like Maitreya Buddha, a tall man with a black robe and a middle-aged woman with a greasy face, led by three people, which are the highest cultivation in this reinforcement team. It looks mysterious and seems to be no worse than Master Banzhi.

Especially the middle-aged woman, she gave people a very mysterious temperament, which made people feel very difficult.

After Master Panzhi's introduction, we only realized that this person was the aunt of King Bhumibol Adud, the IX of Rama, the Radhanakoshin Dynasty in Thailand.

Putting aside the previous series of brain-wrenching titles, this aunt is also the chief worship of the Thai Royal Envoy Group in addition to her royal identity. It was under her leadership that the Thai royal family was able to maintain their rule under such a stormy political situation and was widely loved by the local people.

My aunt made an indelible contribution to this.

When I heard this title, the first word that came to my mind was "a master of the country"!

Just like Wang Hongqi.

This time, the investigation into the Southeast Asian tsunami was a joint force between various countries, and the one with the highest status here was this Thai aunt. In the plan of these people, once things change and they have to face Shangkang Keyu head-on, this aunt and several other top experts will become the main combat force.

But before they could prepare for this mentality, they received news that Kang Keyou was defeated, which was really at a loss.

It was like taking a deep breath and accumulating enough courage and strength. When I was about to punch it, I was empty.

That feeling was so stuffy.

These are all the scenes on Southeast Asia. We are like this now, and we have to ask others for help, so I dare not be too arrogant and shake hands with them one by one.

Fortunately, after a period of ease, I barely had some strength. Even if I didn’t need the support of the cloth fish, I could stand by myself.

Just when I was surprised by the identity of a Southeast Asian master in this group, the other party was not so calm in his heart, and the waves seemed to be more turbulent than me.

Only those who have truly seen Kang Keyu know how terrifying he is.

In other words, this guy is no longer a human, but a devil.

It is precisely because they understand how powerful Kang Keyou is that they are full of strong curiosity and inexplicable respect for a guy who defeated Kang Keyou. Especially when they learned from Master Banzhi that Kang Keyou was already in a state of transformation at this time, he was enough to stir up the countless masters present before, and they were even more surprised.

You should know that Master Panzhi has always had a very good reputation, and he will never be able to lie.

So, what kind of person is the guy who surrendered this devil?

When many people see me for the first time, apart from disappointment, most of them will have such an idea that Kang Keyou was defeated by this person, is it impossible?

This guy who was covered in blood and fell down in the wind could only kill the blood-handed maniac who had been shrouded in Southeast Asia for twenty years?

In fact, I don't believe it.

But I did it all in the end, and countless people can confirm this, but there is no way to doubt it.

After Master Banzhi introduced the main characters, several top masters were still reserved. A hard-core wizard with eyes and dark skin came to shake hands with me and said to me in stiff Chinese: "Although I know Master Banzhi never lie, I still doubt how skill like you killed King Kang-the body?"

But he held my hand in a questioning tone and held my palm tightly with force.

My palms and joints were pinched and clattered.

Bu Yu and Elder Liu, who were beside me, changed their faces and looked at me. When I was burning all my strength to fight with Kang Keyou, I didn’t have the strength to fight with this guy. I was immediately controlled by others, with a very ugly face and no means to fight back.

Master Banzhi, who was introduced next to him, changed his face and hurriedly stopped him: "Laronggong, stop, don't be rude!"

He shouted like this, but the wizard Ralongkorn seemed to have not heard it. The top masters next to him, including the Thai aunt, all looked out of the matter.

This is not because they are hostile to me, but because they want to see how powerful the man who can kill Kang Keyu is.

If it was humiliated by a Ralongkorn, this would be a bit strange.

This happened very suddenly, and no one expected that this guy would suddenly attack, his thinking seemed to have tied a knot, and just as Elder Liu and others wanted to stop it, the power on Lalonggong's palm suddenly slowed down, and the palm that was originally as hard as iron became soft, like a ball of cotton.

Of course, this was not because of deliberate temptation that Lalongkorn had turned his mind back, but because he found that he could no longer use his strength.

His eyes moved down and he found a ray of cold light coming out of his chest.

History is so stunningly similar.

The Blood-Drinking Cold Light Sword suddenly jumped out of the mud in the distance and stabbed Lalongkorn through a sword.

The intense blood loss prevented him from trying hard at me, and he couldn't even say a word.

His feet became weak.

Until this time, everyone who seemed to be stunned realized just now and rushed over to grab Lalongkorn.

Someone reached out and wanted to pull the Blood-Drinking Cold Light Sword on his chest. As soon as he grabbed the hilt, he felt like he had touched a sharp thorn. With a "ah" shout, he suddenly withdrew his hand and raised it to see that his palm was red and swollen, but he was secretly injured.

At this moment, no one dared to draw the sword, but just pulled Lalongkorn, who had been maliciously provoking, and Master Banzhi, who was still calling him, turned his head back and asked me.

He wanted me to spare Lalongkorn's life.

Since this sword can take Kang Keyou's life, it can naturally destroy a clown like Ralongkorn.

I thought about it for a few seconds and decided to give Master Banzhi a face.

First, in the battle just now, they showed a friendship of fighting side by side with us, and second, I am not familiar with these Southeast Asian masters, so I can't make a fuss at this moment, and he has to mediate it in the middle.

However, before letting this person go, I still have to show my minions: "Even if I have exhausted my strength when killing Kang Keyou, I cannot allow anyone to provoke randomly in front of me. Master, I can give you some face and spare him forever, but he must make him apologize to me..."

A long sword that kept wriggling and sucking blood was inserted into his body. No matter how much dignity was, it was stuffed into the dog's stomach. Na Ralongkorn was also panicked and fell to the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

After doing my posture, I was no longer pretentious. My fingers moved slightly, and the cold blood-drinking lightsword slowly retreated from the other party's body.

Because the sword body absorbed blood and avoided the main organs, the other party did not have much harm except for an extra hole in his chest for no reason.

And I put the Blood-Drinking Cold Lightsaber into the eight treasure bag on my chest.

My move to kill the chicken to warn the monkey was enough to shock these rebellious Southeast Asian masters. When everyone talked again, except for a little embarrassment, the atmosphere was much warmer than at the beginning.

Among practitioners, worship of the strong is natural. No one will stand up for an insignificant Lalongkorn. Instead, because of the methods just now, he respects me more.

My Thai aunt who was watching from the wall just now was holding my hand with a smile and begging me to visit the Thai royal family.

I really can't accept this inexplicable invitation.

At this moment, what I want to do most is not to deal with this group of enthusiastic Southeast Asian heroes, but to find a place to sleep steadily.

Tired, I am really tired.

Fortunately, these people came here and just said hello to us and got along well with each other. There were still many things to do, but there was not much leisure to accompany me to talk nonsense.

As these people left, we finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I, Bu Yu, Little White Fox, and Bo Qin, Master Yiyun, Elder Liu and others found a place to sit or lie down, and heal each other and apply medicine to each other. After more than half an hour, the white witch monk next to Master Banzhi came over with a minibus and took us to a nearby hotel.

As one of the least developed countries in the world, the conditions of Angkor Hotel are naturally not very good, but it is already very good to have a clean and tidy bed.

Everyone didn't even have time to say anything. After returning to their respective rooms, they lay on the bed, feeling drowsy, and fell asleep.

The elder of the Criminal Hall, Liu Xuedao, was voluntarily vigilant for us because he was not injured.

This old man had a great ambition before, but at this time, he took on such a duty without hesitation, for some reason.
Chapter completed!