Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

"You're courting death!"    

The moment Wang Qing finished his words, Ning Xiaolei flew into a rage. He walked towards Wang Qing step by step with an ice-cold aura around him.    

Wang Qing was shocked by the cold aura coming from Ning Xiaolei. His face changed slightly as he asked, "What are you trying to do?"    

"I want you to be unable to speak." Ning Xiaolei was full of killing intent, like a furious tiger.    

"Arrogant big brother Yao Jun, break all his limbs." Wang Qing was not afraid. His eyes turned cold as he spoke to the man beside him.    

The man called Yao Jun nodded. With a sneer, he stretched his neck a few times and slowly walked out with his fists clenched.    

"Ga ba, Ga ba …"    

With a crisp joint sound, Yao Jun stood one meter away from Ning Xiaolei and teased, "Xiao Budian, so weak."    

Ning Xiaolei frowned and circulated his Fiery Eyes of Truth quietly. He had already seen through Yao Jun's background. He sneered and said, "But he just trained a little bit in martial arts, what is he pretending for."    

Cultivators and cultivator were different. The cultivator cultivated from the outside to the inside, drawing in the energy of heaven and earth for its own use.    

As for martial cultivators, they cultivated the inner and outer Qi of their bodies from the inside out to stimulate the potential of their bodies.    

If one looked closely, one would be able to see the difference between the two.    

The Yao Jun in front of him was just a cultivator with the strength like Zhang Jiuxuan.    

In the early stages of Ning Xiao Lei Xiaoyao, he was not afraid of Zhang Jiuxuan. Now that he was already in the Greater Demon stage, he naturally wouldn't put this Yao Jun in his eyes.    

"You can actually tell that I cultivate. Is it possible that you're from the same school as me, and I wonder which school you're from?"    

Yao Jun was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Ning Xiaolei to see through him so he frowned.    

Ning Xiaolei snorted: "You don't need to know. If you insist on helping that giant toad, then do it!"    

"Arrogant brat! I'll let you know how powerful I am!"    

Yao Jun's face turned ugly. Since Ning Xiaolei had exposed his identity, he might as well not hide it. He raised his fist and punched Ning Xiaolei.    

When he attacked, he had obviously used his inner Qi, and his fist was covered in a layer of faint light.    

Ning Xiaolei slightly channeled his demonic energy and used Black Bear Fist Technique to meet it head on.    

He did not use his full strength. This was the first time he formally fought with a cultivator. He wanted to see how these legendary martial arts experts were like.    

Yao Jun's punch was powerful and heavy. As he punched out, the air whistled and blew.    

He estimated that no matter how he looked at it, he had at least a hundred pounds of strength.    

However, Ning Xiaolei was not afraid. He raised his fist and lightly collided with Yao Jun's fist.    

Boom!    

Amidst the loud sound, Yao Jun was forced back several steps and looked at Ning Xiaolei in surprise.    

He noticed that not only did Ning Xiaolei force him back, he didn't even take a single step back.    

"Is that all?" Ning Xiaolei frowned.    

"Brat, stop boasting. I'm going to use my true strength. I'll let you know how powerful my Eight Arms Sect is. Eight Armed Divine Fist."    

Yao Jun was a bit embarrassed, he growled and jumped over.    

This time, his attack was much more powerful than before. His fist was like the rain, bringing along the wind as it rumbled towards all the vital points on Ning Xiaolei's body.    

Ning Xiaolei's eyes revealed a hint of interest as he immediately used Roc Footwork and Black Bear Fist Technique.    

On the side, Ning Xiaolei, Liu Tie, and the others who were not at a disadvantage at all under Yao Jun's attacks were dumbfounded.    

"I can't believe that brat actually has this kind of ability. I've really underestimated him." Wang Cang said bitterly.    

"He's really strong. My Du Family angered him, and I can only say that he's asking for trouble." Du Weizhu shook his head and sighed. There was a hint of regret in his eyes.    

"Damn it, just what is the background of this kid?" Wang Qing's face was full of jealousy and hatred.    

As for the other young masters behind them, they were filled with excitement and envy.