Under normal circumstances, a monk at the early stage of Mahayana will kneel on the ground as if he is pressed down, and his kneecap will be broken into powder when facing such violent and powerful pressure.

Ning Xi has the true immortal bones and easily takes the pressure. In the shocked eyes of the old man in white, he sneered: "Since your mother has never taught you the most basic rules, I will teach you on your mother's behalf so that you can't even understand the basic rules of being a human being."

"You are worthy!" The old man in white had a strong disdain on his face, but his heart was filled with anger.

Yes, a junior should teach him the rules with shamelessness. If he is so disrespectful, he will not be able to suppress the other party at once. How could he not be angry?

With this anger, a tsunami broke out in the room. As he pinched the marks with one hand, a bright and hot flame rope condensed into a long rope like a fierce earth fire snake, and rushed out suddenly.

This is the lava punishment technique of the Xianxia School!

Collect the essence of magma and cultivate it into a fuse rope.

Once the enemy is trapped, there will be endless heat rushing away, burning the body and burning the soul.

This is double torture, which is more painful than Lingchi and soul refining.

It can be seen how ruthless the old man in white took action.

When the fuse rushed over, Ning Xi sneered and raised his hand a little, one after another of silver-white array talismans flashed like thunder, hitting the eyebrows of the old man in white, suppressing his soul and soul.

The fuse immediately lost control and turned into a starry sky, disappearing into the air.

"You..." The old man in white was so shocked that his eyes widened. He was suppressed and could not mobilize a trace of true energy.

What a powerful formation, it is so terrifying!

This is a big trouble.

"Your uncle!" Ning Xi rushed forward, punched her right straight punch, and landed calmly and forcefully.

Bang!

The old man in white flew out and fell out, smashed into the wall, the wall collapsed, and the person fell to the ground, his face swollen and two blood teeth fell out of his mouth.

Ning Xi was very angry and punched one punch after another to greet the old man in white.

Let you go to the middle of the night to watch!

Let you break the door!

Let you disturb Dao’s sleep!

Let you destroy my furniture!

...

The old man in white was like a sandbag, beaten to fly around without any resistance.

This is one-sided cruelty.

If you abuse an ordinary person like this, it would be quite boring.

But the one who abuses an arrogant and domineering Chenxian who claims to be an elder is not ordinary beauty.

The feeling of the fist falling on the eye socket of the old man in white was like holding his first love girlfriend's soft little hand for the first time.

Listening to the painful cry of the old man in white "Ouch...Ouch..." was like listening to the wonderful music.

Ning Xi stopped after he was angry enough. The old man in white was beaten very badly, his eyes were red and swollen, and he turned into panda eyes, his nose bones collapsed, and his blood mixed with his nose was run down, his cheeks were swollen, which made his whole face distorted.

He hugged his head and hugged in the corner, like a little girl who was abused by his father, trembling all over.

Ning Xi noticed Tang Guichen, and Guo Tianlong was attracted to him and asked Tang Guichen to bring a chair over.

"I'll go!" Guo Tianlong rushed to go.

Ning Xi put on some messy clothes and sat down on the chair before she said to the old man in white: "What a weird thing about this? I have to force me to get angry. Now I can talk to me well."

"Can..." The old man in white squatted in the corner of the wall, opened his mouth and replied, which affected his injury, and the corners of his mouth twitched in pain.

"Tell me, what are you?"

"I am really your uncle..."

"Master, please be honest." Ning Xi was furious and slapped the armrest of the chair, "Master Dao asked you for your name and hometown."

The old man in white hurriedly said, "The name is Hu Sanyue, the name is Qingshui Daoren, and his hometown is Yunshui Peak, Xianxia Sect, Yuzhou."

Guo Tianlong was stunned. The old man with a bruised nose and a swollen face looked like an angry man, who turned out to be the famous old immortal Qingshui Taoist in Yuzhou.

This kind of existence was beaten to such a bad state by Master Yun Kong.

In an instant, Ning Xi's image was infinitely elevated in Guo Tianlong's heart, and it was like a mountain that was admired by the scenery.

"What? Qingshui Taoist?" Ning Xi was really surprised.

Taoist Qingshui and his master Taoist Miaomiao did know each other, and the two exchanged experiences in practicing Taoism several times.

Before this, Yang Tianyou also met the Qingshui Taoist.

It’s just because the time has passed and the memory is vague. Yang Tianyou himself can’t remember what Qingshui Taoist looks like, let alone Ning Xi, who inherited Yang Tianyou’s memory.

"In the past, I called you "Uncle Master because my master talked about friendship with you, but you would be able to climb along the way and really treat yourself as my uncle." Ning Xi sneered, "Tell me, you ran to my Baiyun Temple in the middle of the night and did something sneakily. Could it be that you wanted to help the thief take revenge."

"No, absolutely not." The Qingshui Taoist rushes to deny it. Even if there is, he will not admit it when he is beaten to death. "I heard that you have a good relationship with Mei Lang from Shangqiu University Hall. I want to ask you to come forward and say peace and erase the words he carved at the door of my Xianxia Sect."

Ning Xi said: "I really can't understand your brain circuit. You are here to ask me for help, but you are breaking the door and cursing others. But this attitude still wants me to help you. Is your head full of a mixture of water and flour?"

"There are noodles in your head?" Guo Tianlong scratched the back of his head with confusion and asked Tang Guichen in a low voice, "What does the Guanzhu mean?"

Tang Guichen was speechless. The big man was stupid in making noodles and replied in a low voice: "What the master of the Guan was talking about is paste."

"Oh..." Guo Tianlong suddenly realized and hurriedly looked at the Qingshui Taoist.

He just heard him say, "That bastard is pouring dirty water on you. I guess you are probably unwilling to help, so you want to put on the airs of your elders to suppress you, but you didn't expect..."

Unexpectedly, he was suppressed instead.

"Look at what you did when you asked someone for help, and then look at the beastly behavior that Xu committed. The superiors really have something to do, but the subordinates must have a lot of it. The Xianxia Sect has fallen to this point today, and it is entirely your fault."

Ning Xi didn't even believe a punctuation mark when he said to Taoist Qingshui. This old guy came to visit in the middle of the night and was obviously unhappy.

If he expected it was right, he promised to help and say peace, and everything would be fine. Once he refused, this old guy would definitely kill him.

Ning Xi was too lazy to talk nonsense, so she began to issue an order to expel guests and said, "After you pay the compensation for the destruction, you can leave Baiyun Temple."

The Qingshui Taoist stood up staggeringly, took out a hundred golden dragon copper shells, or ten thousand copper shells from the storage purse at his waist, and handed them over to Tang Guichen.

"The room I live in is the residence of the Baiyun Temple masters. The furniture in the room was made by the founder of the Baiyun Temple School. It is made by the fifth-grade spiritual wood. It has a history of three thousand years. It has witnessed the ups and downs of my Baiyun Temple lineage. Each one is a precious treasure."

The Qingshui Taoist came with the intention of killing, so Ning Xi had to deal with him. In the future, he had to think carefully about his idea of ​​attacking Baiyun Temple.

Qingshui Taoist's swollen face turned black immediately.

Tugging your grandma's egg, can the fifth-grade spiritual wood not withstand my pressure?

This is blatant blackmail.

The Qingshui Taoist simply took off his storage purse and threw it at Tang Guichen's feet in anger.

"court death!"

Ning Xi was furious, and a huge force of no one rushed over, hitting Qingshui Taoist suddenly fell into the yard, "Wow..." and a mouthful of blood was spewed out, with internal organ fragments mixed in the blood.

Before, the Qingshui Taoist seemed to have been beaten miserably, but in fact it was a physical injury, and there was no injury at all.
Chapter completed!