227: C227 A Punch Sent Him Flying

C227 A Punch Sent Him Flying

"Brother Ley, you can do it! Brother Ley, you're awesome! Brother Ley, you're invincible!"

"Beat that big dumb guy to death, Brother Ley, you're the best."

"Haha, how arrogant, continue to be arrogant. Where's the strength that went when you hit us?"

Compared to the aristocratic young master, a hoodlum like Brother Pingtou cheered. In the end, even Brother Pingtou shouted as well.

Brother Tuloong, who was beaten up by Ning Xiaolei just now, was also trying his best to get up while enduring the pain. He looked at the two of them who were in a state of confusion.

Only now did they realize that Ning Xiaolei had held back when they were fighting. Otherwise, how could the outcome be so simple?

After fighting for a while, Ning Xiaolei gradually saw through Yao Jun's tricks. He smiled and said, "Tall guy, do you have any other tricks? Otherwise, you will lose."

"Could it be that you're a Transcending Mortality Stage expert?"

Yao Jun's face was ugly and a bit panicked.

The path of martial cultivation was divided into four major realms: Pre-Sky Realm, Innate Realm, Transformation Realm, and Entering the Saint realm.

He was a late Xiantian realm martial artist, but he felt that he was no match for this young man in front of him. This meant that this young man was stronger than him!

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

"Transformation?" Ning Xiaolei was deep in thought.

He had asked Zhang Jiuxuan before, the stage of transformation for cultivators was roughly equivalent to the large success stage of cultivator.

As for the saints in the legends, they were about the same as the king realm cultivator.

"What? Are you really a Transcending Mortality Stage expert?" Seeing Ning Xiaolei's indifferent expression, Yao Jun's face changed dramatically.

Innate and Transformation realm, that was a qualitative leap. Their strength was not on the same level at all.

If the young man in front of him was really in the Transcending Mortality Stage, he would probably be in trouble today.

"Looks like you don't have any tricks up your sleeve. Since that's the case, it's time to end it."

Ning Xiaolei shook his head as the demonic qi in his body reached the Mastery Stage. With a casual punch, he sent Yao Jun flying more than ten meters away and directly laid on the ground.

Yao Jun originally wanted to block it, but he realized that he couldn't.

Just as he had thought, the difference between the Innate Realm and the Transformation Realm was a qualitative comparison. They were not on the same level.

"What? Big brother Yao Jun actually lost?"

Wang Qing and the rest looked at this scene in shock, as if they had swallowed dog shit, and their faces were extremely ugly.

They never thought that Ning Xiaolei would be able to defeat Yao Jun, who had displayed his power earlier and easily knocked down those hoodlums.

"Cough cough, he's very strong, I'm no match for him."

Yao Jun held his chest and coughed as he stood up. Ning Xiaolei's last light punch had wounded him quite badly.

Hearing Yao Jun's confirmation, the faces of Wang Qing and the rest became even more unsightly.

The last thing they relied on was Yao Jun. If Yao Jun lost, wouldn't they just be asking for trouble?

At this time, Ning Xiaolei walked over with a giggle. He looked at Wang Qing teasingly and said, "Who said to break my four limbs just now?"

Facing Ning Xiaolei's gaze, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.2

Ning Xiaolei sneered and looked at Wang Qing, "Acting like a grandson at this time, do you dare to say that you don't dare to admit it?"

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

Wang Qing could not stand the humiliation any longer, he clenched his teeth as he stood out and said angrily.

"How about it? Of course we'll return the original model to him. Let me see, which one should we break first?"

The corner of Ning Xiaolei's mouth slightly curled, as if he was looking at prey. His gaze made Wang Qing feel both scared and uncomfortable at the same time.

Gritting his teeth tightly, Wang Qing shouted with a threatening tone, "Ning Xiaolei, I'm warning you, don't act recklessly. Do you believe that I won't beat up a demon spirit?"

"Fight, it doesn't matter. If you dare to hit me, I will cripple your fifth limb."

Ning Xiaolei sneered. The thing he did not eat the most was threats. Anyone who dared to threaten him was courting death.

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