The teeth also changed position, firmly blocking the sharp front end of the lightsaber.

Ning Su just feinted, and he got the answer he wanted.

His expression became increasingly solemn.

It turns out to be a problem with weapons.

His lightsaber was clearly about to penetrate the surface of the skin. The gray-white substance of the weapon lit up, and then, his attack seemed to be interrupted by something and fell to another position.

Moreover, its power is not as great as before.

More than cut in half.

No wonder his attacks for so long were ineffective.

With such a treasure, you don’t have to worry about your own safety in actual combat.

It is very common to have multiple methods when reaching Ning Su's level of cultivation.

But this bald old man gives people a feeling of being unyielding.

Ning Su used several of his usual moves, but none of them could pose a threat to him.

It's really a bit discouraging.

The bald old man sneered, "I thought I was so powerful, are you just tickling me?"

Ning Su pursed his lips and said nothing.

His attack looked massive, but in reality it was not very powerful.

At high altitudes, too large an amplitude can cause injury to wind birds.

Falling at an absolute speed, the apprentice will suffer great oppressive damage.

The disciple's cultivation was not strong enough and he fell from the bird's back, so he was unable to rescue him immediately.

If he is disturbed or stopped by the enemy, he will be unable to save his disciples.

He could not accept the ending of his disciple's death.

The disciple had only been in the sect for a short time and was just starting out in life. His talent was so astonishing that he absolutely could not harm his disciple.

Just because Ning Su didn't respond to the bald old man's ridicule doesn't mean that he really can't beat him.

As the inheritor of riddles, many strange riddles have multiple effects.

The bald old man's special weapon always has attacks that cannot be resolved.

"Rubbish."

The bald old man laughed heartily.

I couldn't stop laughing.

He thought it would be a fierce battle and was prepared to be seriously injured.

I didn’t expect that. I didn’t expect that.

So vulnerable.

"I'm a little confused."

"How did you get arranged to stay in the No. 1 private room?"

The bald old man tutted his tongue in disdain, "Has the person in charge of the White City Auction House lost his mind?"

"You can't even break my defense, how dare you yell here?"

"Old dog and his two puppies, where are your faces?"

The bald old man used his own method to retaliate and gave the identity of a dog to Ning Su and the others.

"Hahaha..." Ximen Ting, who was sitting leisurely on the back of the giant eagle, felt very happy.

His smile was even more rampant than that of the bald old man.

He glanced at Su Yuening gloomily, "Sixth Uncle is right, you bunch of dogs have no shame."

He was so funny. He was so arrogant in front and thought he was so awesome.

Unexpectedly, it couldn't even hurt a hair on his sixth uncle.

Tsk, what are you pretending to be?