Jiang Ning got rid of Song Qingyuan's entanglement and caught up with Gao Biao again.
Gao Biao was startled and shouted angrily: "Little brat, you really don't know how to live or die, how dare you chase me!"
Being chased by a junior all the way, he had been simmering with anger for a long time. Now with the support of Old Xiong, Gao Biao's confidence suddenly returned.
Not only did he not run for his life, he even dared to challenge Jiang Ning.
High in the sky, Jiang Ning rushed out of the clouds, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes. Without saying a word, he directly activated the Dragon-Tiger Demon-Suppressing Fist and struck out at Gao Biao.
Dragons and tigers intertwined in the void, and red and blue light poured down from the sky like a torrent.
The force is like a broken bamboo, it is broken and withered!
Gao Biao's pupils suddenly dilated and his hair stood on end.
"Xiong...Old Xiong, hurry up, the little lunatic is going to kill someone again, hurry up and suppress him!" He screamed, but Gao Biao didn't have the courage to let him fight Jiang Ning.
However, Mr. Xiong seemed not to hear it and ignored it at all.
"Old Xiong, what are you doing? Take action quickly!" Seeing this, Gao Biao became excited and began to ignore him and ran directly towards Elder Xiong.
He runs away, he chases, he can't fly!
Even though hope is right in front of him, even if he takes one more step to save his life, Gao Biao doesn't have this chance...
The dragon-tiger subduing demon fist seal was one step ahead and imprinted on his heart.
The powerful force shattered Gao Biao's heart almost instantly.
Gao Biao's footsteps stayed in place forever, and in his pupils that gradually dilated as the vitality disappeared, there was still fear and a trace of confusion.
He didn't understand until his death why Mr. Xiong didn't save him!
Of course, Gao Biao will no longer know the answer.
thump!
His burly body hit the ground and gradually became cold.
Jiang Ning landed and collected Gao Biao's bag of mustard seeds calmly.
"You must be a big shot too, right?" He asked absently without looking at Mr. Xiong, lowering his head to fiddle with the trophies in Gao Biao's mustard bag.
When Jiang Ning chased after him, he saw Old Xiong. Although he did not feel any threat from him, the old man's calmness and Gao Biao's reaction showed his status and identity.
The blind old man is definitely a high-level executive in Dongjie City!
Old Xiong couldn't see but could hear. He turned his head to identify Jiang Ning's position, showed a kind smile and said: "It's not like he's a big shot, he just works for the city chief."
Jiang Ning rummaged through the mustard bag and took away the elixirs, magic weapons and several scrolls found in the underground ruins.
"Senior, you are being humble. The reason why this kid can't escape their pursuit is probably because of you, senior, right?"
On the surface, he was counting the loot, but in fact, he was always on guard.
Jiang Ning was particularly afraid of this blind old man.
I wonder, which normal person would carry around a shrine with lit incense inside.
After thinking about it, I am afraid that there are only the most mysterious diviners and priests.
These two lines have existed since ancient times, but due to historical reasons, their methods have been lost and their talents have withered. Nowadays, diviners and priests are almost invisible in the Jiuzhou cultivation world.
I didn't expect that I would meet one here today!
No wonder no matter how I escape, I can still be found by the people of Dongjie City...
The blind old man did not deny it.
Having lost his eyesight, he could see more clearly. Through special divination methods, he could clearly see Jiang Ning's actions in the Giant Whale Mountain.
"Can we have a good chat? I'm very interested in you." Mr. Xiong did not answer Jiang Ning's question directly, but changed the subject and asked.
Jiang Ning's first reaction was to refuse.
He didn't have the time and didn't want to chat with the blind old man.
Although fortune tellers and priests are now lonely, who can guarantee that none of them have left any forbidden magic that existed in ancient times?
Still have to be in awe of the unknown!
"Thank you for your kindness, senior. I have something to do, so I won't chat with you anymore." After saying that, Jiang Ning cupped his hands and turned to leave.
At this moment, Song Qingyuan, the black man, the woman in the undershirt, and several other Yangshen realm powerhouses also chased after him, and they all surrounded Jiang Ning, making it impossible for him to escape.
"Little thief, you are so brave!" One of the Yangshen strongmen saw Gao Biao's body and immediately yelled.
The faces of Song Qingyuan, Hei Hanzi and others instantly became ugly.
Why did he still succeed in the end!
Song Qingyuan looked at the blind old man sitting cross-legged on the ground in confusion and said, "Old Xiong, what is going on?"
Two Yangshen died in a row, even he felt the pressure!
Mr. Xiong said nothing.
Jiang Ning, on the other hand, took a deep breath of air and his expression became gloomy.
Here today, there might be a fierce battle!
Between the mysterious fortune teller, the powerful Song Qingyuan, and a few Yang Shen warriors, no one except the half-immortal can withstand this battle.
However, Old Xiong said: "Dayang Shen, please ask everyone to go far away. The old man wants to talk to little friend Jiang Ning alone."
Jiang Ning's pupils shrank sharply.
Dongjie City is chasing him, but no one knows his name. Why did he know his name when he met each other today?
"The fortune teller... is indeed very evil." He thought to himself.
The Dayang God naturally refers to Song Qingyuan, the head of the Twelve Yang Gods.
He still stood there, indifferent.
After all, Mr. Xiong didn't answer his question, why did Gao Biao die tragically here!
Elder Xiong noticed Song Qingyuan's dissatisfaction, but didn't say much.
The scene suddenly became tense.
At this time, the woman in Ruqun stepped forward and whispered: "Chief, please take a step back. He died in front of Old Xiong. Naturally, the city lord will have to explain it to him. We don't have to be against him."
Song Qingyuan's forehead jumped sharply.
As a well-known strong man in Dongjie City, when did you ever give in to others or give in?
After thinking again and again, he exhaled and said: "Old Xiong, I hope you can give the city lord an explanation afterwards, and I will report what happened here truthfully."
It’s not impossible to make concessions if you lose, but you must also use harsh words!
Mr. Xiong smiled but still said nothing.
Song Qingyuan snorted coldly and walked away.
The black men looked at each other and withdrew with disgrace.
As a result, only Mr. Xiong and Jiang Ning were left on the field.
"Little friend Jiang Ning, there is no one here now, we can have a good chat." Old Xiong's voice was still kind, just like an old man looking at his descendants in his twilight years.
But what Jiang Ning heard was as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
Ignoring Mr. Xiong's kindness, he asked coldly: "How do you know my name?"
Very little about the fortune teller's methods has been spread to the outside world, so Jiang Ning knows nothing about it, and this virtually increases the risk of him dealing with Old Xiong alone.
Therefore, Jiang Ning wanted to use this question to estimate how powerful the old man was.
Mr. Xiong was quite pleased to see that he didn't look like he was leaving immediately.
"This is not a difficult task for a fortune teller. As long as I am willing, you will have no secrets in front of me."
Mr. Xiong smiled, with extreme confidence in his tone.