Chapter 243

"Nothing is impossible. You are doomed today."

The faster Zhang jiuxuan attacked, the more he attacked, the more fierce he was. He killed himself and went straight to the point.

Seeing this going on again, the beard will die, and an old voice suddenly reverberates around.

"I can't even win those who are weaker than you. It's a shame for the golden sword sect."

As soon as the voice fell, a figure rushed to Zhang jiuxuan and left.

The figure is an old man with a big knife on his back. It's very fast.

His breath is stronger than the owner of the seven star gate, and he is infinitely close to the kingdom.

If he is allowed to do it, Zhang jiuxuan is certainly not an opponent.

"Stop!"

Ning Xiaolei, of course, will not sit back and ignore him. His body is flashing and stands in front of the old man.

With a bang, Ning Xiaolei's fists collided with the old man and went back several steps.

He is worse than the old man if he only competes in cultivation.

But in this way, the old man was also blocked and showed his figure.

"Where are you from?" Frowning at Ning Xiaolei, the old man asked harshly.

Ning Xiaolei snorted: "you don't care where I come from. The people of Jindao sect hurt me. I'm here to settle accounts!"

"Just you, ridiculous." There was a trace of disdain in the old man's eyes and he said coldly.

"Who are you?" At this time, the rhyme of poetry opens its mouth and looks at the old man with dignity.

The old man said haughtily, "listen, if I don't change my name, if I sit down, I won't change my name. Old man Jindao is the same!"

As soon as these words fall, the poetic charm and Ning Xiaolei have not yet responded, and the people of various schools around them have been shocked one by one.

"What, he is the founder of Jindao sect, old Jindao?"

"My God, this old monster is still alive."

"Shh, be careful. It's a cruel old monster."

Listening to the public discussion, Ning Xiaolei also understands the old man's identity, with a sneer on his lips.

What about the founder of kaipai? Those who dare to touch Xiaolei will have to be dealt with.

"I've never heard of that. Get out of here. I'll spare your life, or I'll stay!"

Ning Xiaolei sneers and doesn't give old man Jindao any face.

Old man Jindao froze in his face. He couldn't believe it and looked at Ning Xiaolei: "you want me to go away?"

"Ears don't work well. You're good. I just want you to get out of here. Otherwise, I don't mind solving it with you."

The corners of his mouth curled, Ning Xiaolei didn't care.

"Well, well, arrogant, arrogant, ignorant, hateful boy, you have successfully angered me. I will smash your teeth, cut your tongue, dig your eyes, and cut you to pieces!"

The old man was so angry that he suddenly pulled the golden knife off his back.

On one side, a disciple of Jindao sect yelled: "Laozu, be careful of the woman in Yanhuang department. She may be a practitioner."

Old man Jindao was stunned, and his eyes turned to the poetic charm.

The cultivator and the martial arts cultivator are not at the same level. No matter how proud he is, he does not dare to fight with the cultivator.

"Old man, she won't interfere. I'll fight with you alone. If you have the ability, you can do it."

Seeing the old man's worries, Ning Xiaolei laughs.

The cultivator is not just a poetic rhyme.

If old man Jindao finds out later that the arrogant, arrogant and hateful boy in his mouth is also a cultivator, he doesn't know what his expression is.

"Hum, what about practitioners? What level of cultivation can you reach at your age?"

Old man Jindao turned his mouth to save face.

Ning Xiaolei is speechless: "what nonsense are you talking about? If you don't hurry up, the sect leader of Jindao sect will die."

As soon as these words fell, the bearded man in the rear screamed.

After a fierce fight for a long time, Zhang jiuxuan finally found a chance to hit the bearded man in the chest.