Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

"Brother Lei, come on, Brother Lei, you are awesome, Brother Lei, you are mighty, domineering and invincible."

"Kill that stupid guy to death, Brother Lei, you are the best."

"Haha, you are so arrogant, keep being so arrogant, where is the energy you used when you beat us?"

Compared to the eldest son of the aristocratic family, a gangster like Brother Pingtou shouted and cheered. In the end, even Brother Pingtou also started shouting.

Brother Tulong's men, who had been dealt with by Ning Xiaolei just now, also endured the pain and got up, looking at the two people who were fighting inseparably in shock.

Only then did they realize that Ning Xiaolei had held back when he fought with them, otherwise their end would not have been so simple.

After fighting for a while, Ning Xiaolei gradually saw Yao Jun's methods and said with a smile: "Big man, do you have any other methods, otherwise you will lose."

"You, is it possible that you are a master of transformation?"

Yao Jun's face was ugly and he looked a little flustered.

The journey of martial arts cultivation is divided into four realms: acquired, innate, transformed, and holy.

He is a late-stage congenital, but he feels that he is no match for the young man in front of him. This means that the other person is stronger than him!

This was the first time he had heard of such a young master of transformation.

"Transformation?" Ning Xiaolei thought thoughtfully.

He had asked Zhang Jiuxuan before that the transformation state among martial practitioners was roughly equivalent to the great attainment stage of the cultivator.

As for the legendary saint, it is similar to that of a king-level cultivator.

"What, are you really a master of transformation?" Looking at Ning Xiaolei's indifferent expression, Yao Jun's expression suddenly changed.

Innate and transformed realms are a qualitative leap, and their strength is not at the same level at all.

If the young man in front of me is really in a state of transformation, I'm afraid he will suffer today.

"It seems that you have no means left. In this case, it should be over."

Ning Xiaolei shook his head. The demonic energy in his body was raised to the level of Dacheng. With a casual punch, Yao Jun was thrown more than ten meters away and fell directly to the ground.

Yao Jun originally wanted to block it, but found that he couldn't block it at all.

As he thought, transformation and innateness were a qualitative contrast, not on the same level.

"What, Brother Yao Jun was defeated?"

Wang Qing and others looked at this scene in shock, as if they had swallowed a piece of dog shit, their faces extremely ugly.

They never expected that Yao Jun, who had previously shown his majesty and easily knocked down those gangsters, would be easily defeated by Ning Xiaolei.

"Ahem, he's very strong, I'm no match for him at all."

Yao Jun covered his chest, coughed and stood up. Ning Xiaolei's last indifferent punch had already caused him serious injuries.

After hearing Yao Jun's confirmation, Wang Qing and others looked even uglier.

Their last resort was Yao's army. Yao's army was defeated, so they were asking for trouble.

At this time, Ning Xiaolei walked over with a smile and looked at Wang Qing jokingly: "Who told me to break my limbs just now?"

Facing Ning Xiaolei's eyes, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look directly.

Ning Xiaolei sneered and looked at Wang Qing: "You are pretending to be a grandson at this time. Do you dare to say that you dare not recognize him?"

"Ning Xiaolei, I said it, what do you want?"

Wang Qing couldn't bear the humiliation, gritted his teeth and stood up, saying angrily.

"How about it? Of course it's returned as it is. Let me see, which one should be cut off first?"

The corner of Ning Xiaolei's mouth curled up slightly, as if he were looking at prey. His look made Wang Qing scared and at the same time made him feel very uncomfortable.

Clenching his teeth tightly, Wang Qing shouted with an inward look: "Ning Xiaolei, I'm warning you, don't act recklessly. Do you believe I can fight monsters?"

"Hit me, whatever you want. If you dare to beat me, I will destroy your fifth limb as well."

Ning Xiaolei sneered. The last thing he disliked was threats. Anyone who dared to threaten him was simply seeking death.