These words that seemed to contain no human emotions made the little boxing saint who was about to take action subconsciously change his mind and coldly asked: "Boy, do you know what kind of existence you are talking to?"
Sun Ning stopped, seemed to be a little interested, and asked meaningfully: "Then tell me what kind of existence you are."
The Little Fist Sage puffed up his chest, smiled coldly, and said slowly: "I, Hu Qianyi, am nicknamed Little Fist Sage, and am ranked 446th on the Great Sage List!"
When he mentioned this ranking, he couldn't help but show a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
Ranked on the Great Saint Gold List, the strongest combat power among the great saints. In such a huge Sirius plane, there are only 500 people among hundreds of millions of people. This identity is full of intimidation and gold content. No matter who it is, it is qualified to compete with
Reason to be proud.
Sun Ning heard the words, but ignored them. This reputation that frightened countless people was regarded as nothing in his eyes, and he wrote lightly: "Never heard of it."
In the eyes of ordinary people, the Great Saint List is the highest list and honor, but for him now, there are only a handful of saints that he can look at.
The bragging behavior of the little boxing sage is like a kindergarten kid bragging about winning the little red flower in front of the top scorer in the college entrance examination.
"So brave! So arrogant!"
The Little Boxing Saint was immediately furious and said in a hateful voice: "How dare you claim that you have never heard of the Golden List of Great Saints formulated by Qin Tianjian himself!"
His words were actually quite malicious. He deliberately changed the concept of Sun Ning into Qin Tianjian because Sun Ning had never heard of his name, and quietly accused Sun Ning of offense or even treason.
If this were an ordinary person, why would he immediately panic and defend himself?
It's a pity that he met Sun Ning.
They successively killed the envoys of all levels of the Qintian Prison who were considered superior in their eyes, and even Sun Ning, who had secretly determined to give the Qintian Prison some color.
"So what?" Sun Ning asked gently, but there was already a slight coldness between his eyebrows.
He is not afraid of Qin Tianjian.
But it doesn't mean that if someone wants to make a fuss about this, they can tolerate it.
"Hahaha……"
The little boxing saint smiled instead of being angry, and said with infinite contempt: "Who dares to be so bold? But I almost forgot that you are just a garbage Taoist. I'm afraid you have never even heard of the reputation of Qin Tianjian."
, how do you know how powerful I am?"
He took a step forward, and the worries he had just slightly disappeared completely. He stared at Sun Ning with stern eyes, full of oppression, and shouted in a sonorous and powerful tone: "Boy, do you know that you have offended my little boxing saint Hu Qianyi?
At what cost?”
There is absolutely no reason for the dignified little boxing saint to be afraid of rubbish that even the Qintian Supervisor doesn't know about.
Sun Ning drooped his eyelids, a look of disinterest appeared on his face, and in an inaudible voice, he sighed softly: "Like an ant."
The crowd looked at this scene in surprise. Seeing that a killing was about to occur, they immediately started to whisper.
"Although Hu Qianyi's 'Xisheng Divine Fist' is not as powerful as my Liaoyuan Sword, it is truly extraordinary. Even if he only uses one-tenth of the power, he can crush this kid into smithereens."
Huo Kuangjun said disdainfully.
"This kid looks smart, but he acts as stupid as a pig. How can he offend someone like the Little Boxing Sage?"
Hua Ruhai shook her head repeatedly.
"Speaking and acting so arrogantly shows a lack of education. It's a miracle that he can survive to this day." Ye Fengbo also snorted coldly.
Nangong Jing, whose beautiful face was injured and had to cover her face with a veil for the time being, looked very embarrassed. Seeing this, Hu Meier's eyes showed a trace of pleasure and resentment, and she couldn't help but said: "Brother, that dog
The thief is going to be finished, and he will die in the hands of the little boxing saint soon, which can be regarded as avenging us!"
Nangong Changyu's eyes lit up and he said secretly: "I hope so..."
Nangong Jing gritted her teeth, clenched her fists involuntarily, and kept praying in her heart: "Little Boxing Saint, you must not be polite, you must cut this thief into pieces..."
While she was cursing like this, Hu Qianyi's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he scolded her coldly: "How dare you utter such arrogant words when you are about to die!"
Before he finished speaking, Little Boxing Saint's whole body suddenly shot out like a cannon, and at the same time, he punched out.
Punch out, Yin Sheng!
This punch seemed to contain the most complex and terrifying sound in the world.
The roar of tigers, the roar of lions, the roar of dragons...
The sound of strong wind, heavy rain, thunder...
Roaring, crying, screaming, cursing...
The sound of tsunamis, waves, cracking of the ground, the sound of the sky collapsing...
The Xisheng Shenquan, which means the great sound Xisheng, carries all the sounds in the world, wins with sound, and kills with sound.
The terrifying sound wave instantly turned into a huge ghost. The sound wave was originally nothingness, but at this moment, with this punch, the sound wave turned into a substantial energy shadow visible to the naked eye.
Almost everyone, after the punch, covered their ears in panic, with a look of pain on their faces.
For those with weak cultivation like Nangong Jing, blood suddenly flowed from their ears.
But behind Sun Ning, he is as safe as a rock.
Not to mention Fei Xianzi, Zhu Lingxuan and other people with stronger cultivations, even Yang Xiaoman and Jian Yingyu, the two with the lowest cultivations, stirred up a terrible vortex with this punch, turning the entire Hidden Dragon Formation into something like
When the world is full of ghosts and ghosts, they look as usual and remain motionless.
"Little tricks!"
Sun Ning smiled disdainfully, and the ghostly shadow struck by the Xisheng Divine Fist had twisted and approached within seven feet in front of him.
From a distance, it looks like a devil descending from the sky to devour the innocent and weak people on the ground.
After punching out, the little boxing saint looked proud and snorted: "You will understand what kind of gap there is between us, and for it, you have to pay the price with your life."
Sun Ning's right shoulder retreated slightly, and the force of the opponent's punch was blowing his hair back like a strong wind. He finally calmly punched out lightly.
This punch was just the simplest straight punch.
Its posture is simple and unstructured, and can be performed at will by traffickers, peddlers, and even young girls in the boudoir.
This punch was extremely simple, and it looked even more lukewarm, making people unable to feel its power.
Hua Ruhai and others looked at it and shook their heads secretly in amusement: The little boxing saint's boxing technique was too powerful, did it scare this kid silly?
But in the next moment, everyone's expressions changed dramatically.
It was this understated punch, and the shadow of the fist lightly hit the shadow of the ghosts and gods of the Xisheng Shenquan. The ferocious and arrogant shadow was like a dream bubble, which was punctured and disappeared with a light touch.
In the hidden dragon formation that originally seemed like a ghost, all the terrifying sound waves disappeared without a trace, like leaves swept away by the autumn wind.
But it was Sun Ning's punch that showed his true form! (To be continued)