Chapter five hundred and ten: pretending to be a ghost
Sure enough, the martial arts priests around Ning Guangsheng could no longer sit still.
One of them has a ferocious physique. He should be practicing in the horizontal training method. Carrying a cauldron with one hand is a piece of cake. His martial arts strength is already at the peak of the ninth level of internal strength. With his physical strength and his unique training method, he can go head-to-head with Xuan Xuzi.
If we fight, there is no chance of winning.
He also has a rather rugged appearance. He is dressed in a black gown and looks like a master wherever he stands.
Of course, although this person does not have the ability to transform into a master, he usually regards himself as a master. He can be regarded as one of the top masters in the southern Xinjiang area, otherwise he would not be able to be worshiped by the Ning family.
What I said to Bai Che may not sound like much to everyone at the scene. He is just a small bodyguard. I don’t know how high the world is. Being able to talk to you is a huge honor for you, but to Bai Che’s ears, it sounds a little bit...
Harsh.
"I have been cultivating my mind and character in the past few years. If I had been in the past, let alone a lowly little bodyguard like you, I would have been able to fight even if I was the Grand Master of the Transformation Realm! Speaking of which, your Jiang family is also quite miserable. You don't even have a decent bodyguard."
I can’t even keep my martial arts enshrinement, so it would be embarrassing and embarrassing to rely on such a lowly little bodyguard to get ahead.”
As the black-shirted martial arts priest spoke, he once again turned his target of humiliation to the Jiang family, as if talking to Bai Cheduo meant losing his identity.
Bai Che's eyes moved slightly.
Ning Guangsheng seemed to have thought of something interesting. He greeted the man in black and whispered a few words, then pointed at the two stone lions outside the door not far away.
it goes without saying.
Sitting down as the leader of the Jiang family symbolizes that the Jiang family has been trampled under the feet of the Ning family, and the method of smashing stone lions is a humiliation for you. The Jiang family can't even retain martial arts offerings. It is an upgraded version of murder and heart-breaking.
The man in black shirt got the order and even said good things, saying that the master of the house is smart and why didn't I think of this.
Soon, under the attention of everyone, this person walked majestically towards the stone lions. His muscles and bones exerted force, and a layer of breath rippled around his body. He let out a haha, gritted his teeth, slapped his butt, and slammed one of the stone lions.
The lion lifted it up.
The whole audience exclaimed in shock.
This kind of skill must be awe-inspiring even in the eyes of ordinary martial arts practitioners.
There are countless martial arts practitioners in Daxia, but there are not many who can reach the peak of the ninth level of internal strength.
"Okay, okay!"
"Awesome!"
"It is worthy of King Ning's martial arts enshrinement. This skill, tsk tsk, is invincible even in our southern Xinjiang."
"Yes, if the Jiang family had not been in such a state of decline, people from the Hualong Pavilion behind them would often come to Wucheng. It must be that kind of strong person to have such strength."
Everyone applauded.
In the blink of an eye, the man in black let out a haha, using his waist and abdomen as a carrier, his breath penetrated, and with a force, he directly smashed the stone lion down. With a bang, the stone lion was broken into several pieces, and the ground was also shattered.
Make a shallow pit.
This scene fell in Mr. Jiang's eyes, and his eyes were filled with "twilight"!
People of the older generation are very particular about many things, especially Mr. Jiang...
As Ning Guangsheng judged, this was undoubtedly adding salt to the wound, and he was constantly riding on the Jiang family's head to shit.
The atmosphere at the scene was completely heated, and the Jiang family was almost like a piece of meat on the chopping board. Jiang Hai was already anxious, ready to go over to Xuan Xuzi for help regardless of the situation, and it felt like he would go all-out to surpass Bai Che.
"I'll make a call."
Bai Che shouted, for the sake of the astronomical reward of one billion.
"You're pretending to be a ghost, Teacher Lu. Is this little bodyguard also a martial artist? Can you know how to do it?"
Ning Guangsheng's ears were sharp. When he heard Bai Che's words, he was acting like a clown and became a little angry.
As soon as this order came out, the man in black shirt, who was immersed in his martial arts prowess, walked with a breeze, and stood in front of Bai Che within a few steps.
Bai Che held down the cell phone he took out, glared and sneered: "Little brat, you won't shed tears until you see the coffin? I just warned you!"