Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

As soon as Ning Xiaolei walked in, he saw an old man, Da Ma Jin Dao, sitting on a sofa opposite the door.

Beside him, Yao Jun, Brother Pingtou, and Brother Tulong were pushed to their knees by several disciples of the Eight Arm Sect.

On the ground not far away, many people who were originally gangsters and were now Ning Xiaolei's men were lying on the ground in pain, screaming in pain.

Seeing this scene, Ning Xiaolei's eyes flashed with coldness, and his expression became very ugly.

"Are you that Brother Lei?"

At this time, seeing Ning Xiaolei coming in, the old man on the sofa asked indifferently.

Ning Xiaolei snorted and turned to the Eight-Armed Sect disciple who was holding down Brother Flathead: "Let go of my people."

Among those disciples was a master who was in the early stage of transformation. He said coldly: "You can let me go as long as you want. Do you really think of yourself as a human being?"

"court death!"

Ning Xiaolei snorted, stepped forward, came to the disciple, and slapped him away with a loud slap.

With Ning Xiaolei's current king-level strength, he is equivalent to the warriors practicing in the early stage of Dacheng being just ants, who can be destroyed easily.

The expressions of the people who were holding down Brother Flathead and others changed greatly, and they quickly let go in fear.

Their strength is not as strong as that disciple, how can they be the opponent of the young man in front of them.

"Damn it, I'm going to destroy you."

The disciple who was slapped away didn't know the difference yet, so he got up from the ground and charged towards Ning Xiaolei fiercely.

Before Ning Xiaolei could take action, the old man on the sofa shouted: "Lu Xuan, stop, you are no match for him."

As he spoke, the old man had already stood up and nodded repeatedly while looking at Ning Xiaolei: "Not bad, he has some strength. He is in the middle stage of transformation."

"Haha, open your dog eyes and see clearly."

Ning Xiaolei sneered, and the king-level strength rushed forward unscrupulously. The powerful aura frightened the old man so much that his face instantly turned pale.

He looked at Ning Xiaolei in shock and said in surprise: "This, this aura, could it be that you are the legendary master of becoming a saint?"

"What do you mean by becoming a saint? I am a king. I am a cultivator, not a warrior."

Ning Xiaolei snorted, not giving the old man a good look.

Anyone who dared to push Ning Xiaolei down was clearly not giving Ning Xiaolei face.

"What, a cultivator? No wonder, no wonder Yao Jun rebelled."

The old man's face was ugly, ashen, and his lips were trembling. The moment Ning Xiaolei showed his breath, he knew that he was no match.

Moreover, the person in front of me is still a cultivator, mastering all kinds of incredible methods.

"Listen carefully, Yao Jun is not rebelling, but choosing a better future. What's the benefit of staying in your Eight-Armed Sect? Can it greatly increase his strength? Can he hope to become an immortal?"

Ning Xiaolei curled his lips and looked at the old man disdainfully.

The old man was speechless and kept nodding with a wry smile. This was true. No matter how powerful a martial artist was, how could he be compared to a cultivator?

Although there was a way to enter Taoism through martial arts in ancient times, unfortunately it has been lost long ago.

"Seeing that you and Yao Jun belong to the same sect, I don't want to be too embarrassed. I will kneel down and kowtow, slap myself a hundred times, apologize to my people, and then get out."

Ning Xiaolei looked at the old man indifferently and said with indifference.

If it weren't for Yao Jun's sake, he would have broken these guys' bones and muscles today.

"I, we, alas!"

The old man sighed, finally knelt down with a bitter look on his face, and was the first to admit his mistake to Yao Jun and others.

Then he raised his hand and slapped his mouth twice.

When the other disciples of the Eight Arm Sect saw this, they were afraid that Ning Xiaolei would deal with them, so they hurriedly knelt down, apologized, kowtowed and slapped themselves in the face.

Hearing the snapping sounds one after another, Yao Jun couldn't bear it and wanted to plead with Ning Xiaolei, but Ning Xiaolei stopped him with a look.

After a moment, the slap fell, and Ning Xiaolei asked indifferently: "Are you resentful in your hearts?"