Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

"Li Yi, come on, you're still not a man, I've given you a hand."

"That's right, don't embarrass my Yanhuang Department. If you don't have the confidence to admit defeat, get out and replace it with someone else who wants to take action."

"I'm afraid of what he will do. I don't know how he got this level of cultivation. It's empty but not real. It's completely useless. Give him some color and see."

Seeing Li Yi's cowardice, the people from the Yanhuang tribe who were watching shouted and urged loudly.

His eyes flickered for a long time, Li Yi gritted his teeth and said: "Since you are looking for death, then I will let you know how powerful I am. My fists and feet are ruthless, and injuries are inevitable. If you are afraid, just admit defeat as soon as possible, leave Shiyun, and get out."

"Afraid? You're the one who's afraid, right? It's your ability to hurt me. Stop talking nonsense. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll take action first."

Ning Xiaolei looked at Li Yi with disdain. At this time, he was too thick-skinned to say this!

Li Yi snorted softly, and a fiery red sword appeared in his hand. He touched the ground with his toes and rushed out suddenly.

Although he was fast, in Ning Xiaolei's eyes, he was a bit slow. Their cultivation levels were not at the same level at all.

Facing such an opponent, Ning Xiaolei had no intention of taking out a weapon.

"Sky Fire Sword Technique."

Li Yi roared, and slashed towards Ning Xiaolei with the fiery red sword energy in his hand.

Tianpeng's footwork was running smoothly, and Ning Xiaolei easily dodged it, came to Li Yi's side, and punched out.

Li Yi reacted immediately, pulled back his elbow, slashed horizontally with his long sword, and punched Ning Xiaolei away.

However, he underestimated Ning Xiaolei's speed, and before his sword could reach him, his fist had already landed between his ribs.

"Crack!"

With a slight sound, Li Yi rolled and flew out, lying down on the ground.

With just one move, Li Yi, who was in the late stage of Dacheng, was defeated.

Ning Xiaolei closed his fist and stood up straight, shook his head slightly and said: "You are too weak. I really don't know why you can be so arrogant with your strength?"

"you……"

Li Yi was so angry that he almost spit out his blood. This was Chi Guoguo's insult.

Ning Xiaolei ignored his presence, turned to Huang Dong, and said: "And you, you seem to be dissatisfied with me, come on, come on, make gestures."

"I……"

Huang Dong's face instantly turned ugly. He was about the same strength as Li Yi. Since the opponent could defeat Li Yi with one move, he would definitely be able to defeat him with one move.

Seeing Huang Dong's timidity, Ning Xiaolei said with disdain: "With such little strength and courage, he still dares to take advantage of my Yun'er. It's ridiculous."

After that, he looked at the rest of the Yanhuang tribe: "Yun'er naturally has her reasons for choosing me. I don't want others to make irresponsible remarks. If anyone thinks I'm not worthy, they can challenge me, and I will follow."

As soon as these words were said, many young men from the Yanhuang tribe were so angry that they gritted their teeth, but they did not dare to challenge him.

As for women, many looked at Ning Xiaolei like a nymphomaniac. What woman wouldn't like such a domineering man?

Shiyun smiled and shook her head in the crowd, whispering: "This guy actually has such a side."

The crowd was noisy for a while, and suddenly someone walked out and said in a cold voice: "I think you are indeed unworthy. Only I, Wang Qingyun, can be worthy of a woman like Shi Yun."

Ning Xiaolei frowned and looked over after hearing the sound, only to see that it was a man with a fair face and a handsome appearance.

Wang Qingyun's appearance immediately caused many women from the Yanhuang tribe to scream, shouting that they would give birth to a monkey for him.

"It's just a pretty boy, is it worth it?"

After glancing at Wang Qingyun, Ning Xiaolei looked away, looked at the cheering girls from the Yanhuang tribe, and curled his lips.

Ning Xiaolei's voice was not deliberately hidden. With Wang Qingyun's cultivation level, he could naturally hear it clearly. His face instantly turned livid, and his eyes were full of anger.

He had always been proud of his handsome appearance, but he didn't expect that when Ning Xiaolei said it, he would become a bit of a derogatory pretty boy.