Ning Xiaolei just walked in and saw an old man sitting on a sofa opposite the door.
On his side, Yao Jun, brother Pingtou and brother Tulong were knelt down by several disciples of the eight armed sect.
On the ground not far away, many of Ning Xiaolei's men, who used to be gangsters, lay on the ground in pain, crying out in pain.
Seeing this scene, Ning Xiaolei's eyes flashed a wisp of cold, and his face became very ugly.
"You're the regor?"
At this time, seeing Ning Xiaolei come in, the old man on the sofa asked indifferently.
Ning Xiaolei snorted and turned to the eight armed disciple who was pressing Pingtou brother: "let go of my people."
One of the disciples was a master in the early stage of his transformation. He said in a cold voice, "if you want to let it go, do you really treat yourself as an individual?"
"To die!"
Ning Xiaolei snorted, stepped forward, and came to the disciple. A loud slap in the face fanned him out.
With the strength of Ning Xiaolei's Kingdom now, he is equal to the one who practiced martial arts in the early days of Dacheng. He is only a mole ant and can be killed at will.
According to several people's faces of pingtouge and others, their faces changed greatly, and they were so scared that they quickly released them.
Their strength is not as good as that disciple. How can they be the opponent of the young man in front of them.
"Damn, I'm going to abolish you."
The disciple who was fanned out didn't know the difference. He got up from the ground and rushed to Ning Xiaolei fiercely.
Without waiting for Ning Xiaolei to start, the old man on the sofa called out: "Lu Xuan, stop it, you are not his opponent."
When he spoke, the old man got up and nodded his head as he watched Ning Xiaolei: "yes, it's a little bit of strength. Is it in the middle of Huajing?"
"Ha ha, open your dog's eyes and see clearly."
Ning Xiaolei sneers. The strength of Wang Jing rushes away without fear. The strong breath makes the old man pale and bloodless.
He was shocked and looked at Ning Xiaolei and said: "this, this breath, are you the legendary master of sainthood?"
"I'm a king's realm. I'm a practitioner, not a warrior."
Ning Xiaolei hummed softly, but didn't give the old man a good face.
If you dare to push the people who prefer him to Xiaolei down, you will not give him the face of ningxiaolei.
"What, cultivator? No wonder, no wonder Yao Jun will rebel. "
The old man's face was ugly, his face was as pale as ashes, his lips were trembling. The moment Ning Xiaolei showed his breath, he knew he was not an opponent.
What's more, it's the cultivator in front of us who has all kinds of incredible means.
"Listen, Yao Jun is not a mutiny, but a choice of a better future. What's good about staying at your eight armed gate, which can make his strength soar? Can he hope to become an immortal
Ning Xiaolei turns his mouth and disdains to look at the old man.
The old man was speechless and kept nodding with a bitter smile. This is a fact. No matter how powerful the martial arts practitioners are, how can they compare with the practitioners.
Although there was a method of using martial arts to enter the Tao in ancient times, it is a pity that it has long been lost.
"For the sake of you and Yao Jun, I don't want to be too embarrassed. I kowtow on my knees, slap myself a hundred times, apologize to my people, and then go away."
Ning Xiaolei looks at the old man indifferently.
If it wasn't for Yao Jun's sake, he would have broken these guys' bones and broken their tendons today.
"I, we, alas!"
The old man sighed and finally fell to his knees with bitter face. He took the lead to admit his mistake to Yao Jun and others.
Then he raised his hand and slapped his mouth.
Seeing this, the rest of the eight armed disciples were afraid that Ning Xiaolei would clean them up. They knelt down, apologized, kowtowed and slapped themselves.
Listening to the popping sound, Yao Jun can't bear it. He wants to ask Ning Xiaolei for love and is stopped by Ning Xiaolei's eyes.
A moment later, the slap came down. Ning Xiaolei asked indifferently, "do you have resentment in your heart?"