After a series of moves, Mu Liuchuan was finished.
He was actually worried about Su Yuening, but it was totally unnecessary.
Ning Su held his chin up, swept away his worries, and said pretentiously: "What a bullshit demon tribe, how could it be destroyed by my apprentice in just two or three strokes?"
"My disciple didn't even use his full strength and politely let him attack first. Is that all?"
"With this level of strength, you still have the nerve to call yourself a demon? Is he going to make me laugh to death and inherit my storage ring?"
He laughed out loud, his pride and intention to show off clearly visible.
"My disciple is less than nineteen years old this year. Isn't he ten thousand times stronger than you were when you were young?"
"Well, I'm not exaggerating, but I dare say that only I back then could have competed with him."
"My talent, my skills that have been trained to perfection, who wouldn't praise me if they saw me?"
"My disciple is so strong. It's not hard to see that he has some of my past..."
The elders: “…”
If you praise them, they can understand, but what the hell is it to belittle them and elevate yourself?
Isn't this pure excitement?
Zi Yang looked at Ning Su's tightly held hand with an indescribable look on his face.
I was thinking, who knows who is so nervous and cowardly, grabbing someone's hand and shaking it around.
Ning Su was really happy, his gray beard fluttering in the wind.
I don't feel bad if a few of them are pulled off.
Lu Fusheng felt a pang of anger in his heart, and his teeth were chattering. That bastard Ning Su was too quick to act.
He quietly lured the person into his camp.
God knows how much he wants to take Su Yuening as his personal disciple.
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