Mo Yao is because he has had the experience of unphased and boundless before, so he doesn't dare to look at it as ordinary for such a person who can't see the abnormal.

But in the eyes of others, the old man is just an old man who has a breath and is in his old age.

Among those martial artists, even the three old men of the Foundation Realm were only a little confused.

Like everyone else, from the old man, they didn't feel the sharp breath.

The strength of a person's breath is the most direct manifestation of strength, and the higher the realm of true qi, the stronger the breath emitted.

In addition, the old man still walked over with crutches, which is very rare for martial artists, unless there is a congenital disability, or a person who is seriously ill, he needs to use crutches, such a thing.

But when the old man came over, they clearly saw that Mo Yao saluted the old man, which was what made them wonder.

Mo Yao is a super-rank martial artist, and a very young super-level martial artist, his future achievements are simply unimaginable.

Is such an old man still ordinary?

Or is it really just courtesy? Respect for the elderly?

But for them, Mo Yao did not show the side of respecting the old and loving the young. When they showed favor to Mo Yao, they were also very cold and ignored them.

Even if they have been opposed before, such differential treatment is too disparity.

There is no difference in identity between these staff, guards, and warriors under the prince, and it is inconvenient for them to meddle in other people's affairs, and if such things are not handled well, it is easy to cause internal contradictions.

But if you really offend a big person, wouldn't it cause trouble for the prince, they have already become a community of interests, one is prosperous, and the other is lost, one of them still asked Mo Yao: "Childe, do you know, the identity of that old gentleman?"

Mo Yao shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it, this is the first time I've encountered it." ”

The old man passed by Mo Yao's side, but he saw at a glance that his identity as a super-level martial artist made Mo Yao slightly surprised, and his understanding of the old man was nothing more than that. I don't think it's simple, respect for a master.

But he didn't want to tell anyone about such a thing.

He also wanted to know what kind of existence that old man had, whether it was the same as Wuxiang and Wuyan, unfathomable, even now, it made Mo Yao feel that it was out of reach.

If it was a low-level cultivator, he might not lose to the other party in a head-to-head battle.

If you are careless, the chances of falling into his hands will be very high.

Like the dean, an intermediate cultivator will make Mo Yao feel that he doesn't have much chance of winning, and he can only run away after encountering it, and maybe there are some opportunities to escape.

But now with the Infinite and Boundless, such an existence, he doesn't even have the slightest room to fight back, and it is impossible to have a chance to escape, if the other party intends to kill him, he only needs a casual move to make him disappear.

The gap between each other, just like the gap between him and an ordinary person now. Too big that there is no way to reverse this gap.

Even if quantity can make up for quality, it still needs to be in the same dimension.

No matter how many ants there are, they can't be a human opponent, and just a bottle of dichlorvos can exterminate them.

The few warriors who were looking for trouble, seeing that the old man did not react, became even more arrogant.

This morning, Mo Yao was pressed and beaten, and dozens of people didn't dare to move, but were forced to bow their heads. Even the prince could only compromise and finally make a compromise, which was a very serious blow to their reputation.

It also shows their incompetence, as martial artists, their combined age is hundreds of times better than Mo Yao, but there is nothing they can do. Naturally, I felt a stomach full of resentment, frustration about my own powerlessness, and even more so about why there was, such a monster that was completely unreasonable, and felt a kind of injustice.

The arrogance in their hearts can't be vented, the old man's collision at this time has become the key to igniting their anger, and they can finally regain their sense of superiority, as long as they don't compare with that little monster, as the prince's staff, they can still be superior.

The old man kept coughing violently, and one of the warriors was even more disgusted, and wanted to push him away with his hand: "Go away, go away, since you don't dare to pass from here, get out of here early." Who knows if there is a disease, do you want to infect us!"

The old man didn't move, just held on to his crutches with his hand to calm his body from coughing. But the warrior was obviously pushing towards him, but before he came to his side, he only felt the sky spinning, and raised his head again, leaving only the pocket-like sky.

The warrior, including the people around him, had no idea what was happening, and they only saw that the warrior himself fell and his head was up. But this is a martial artist in the Cyclone Realm, even if the sense of balance is poor, it is impossible to fall easily!

But such a strange scene was right in front of them, and they watched it happen with their own eyes.

No one touched the warrior, he was still some distance away from the old man, but the man fell to the ground on his back. Hell, I first met a little ghost, who turned out to be a legendary super-level martial artist. This time, it was really alive and hell, without any breath fluctuations, and without feeling anything abnormal, but it was just a hell of a thing.

It's just that after the warrior fell, the old man's cough was a little more violent, and his face was a little pale.

Mo Yao hesitated slightly, and when the others were about to come up again, he stopped in front of the old man and said, "It's almost enough! Don't forget, you are still law enforcement officers!"

The old man's actions made Mo Yao feel a little strange, his realm should be very high, as he guessed, it should be at the same level as Wuxiang and Wuyan. But the old man's situation is very wrong, the vitality in his body is very weak, and he is indeed a real person in his last years.

Mo Yao didn't know why it was like this, even if a cultivator really reached the age when he needed to sit down, as long as the true yuan in his body did not disperse, they could choose the time of death. With the support of the true element, you can also live for a few more decades.

However, at this time, it is not really alive, the vitality of the body has long been exhausted, and the cultivation will not be improved a little, it is purely the true yuan to maintain a breath and linger.

But this is not the case with the elderly. In his body, there is still vitality, but he is very weak, his body is very weak, but the true yuan is very strong, and he is not like the true yuan that an old man should have.

As the years go by and the body ages, Zhenyuan will also show a kind of twilight atmosphere.

The old man gave Mo Yao the feeling that he was like a person with an aging body, but he had the true essence of a young man.

His body is too old, and even if he moves casually, it will exacerbate his own situation.

This is also the reason why Mo Yao chose to make a move, no matter what the reason, people in such a realm should be respected. Even in the twilight of life, there should be a kind treatment.

No matter who it is, there will be a day when they will grow old, even if they are cultivators, who live hundreds of years longer than others, there will be this day after all, and maybe at that time, they will be like this.

The old man wanted to kill them, but it was actually very simple, that kind of silent means, a force beyond their understanding. This world and the Divine Domain are not exactly the same, and Mo Yao doesn't know what kind of ability it is.

There is only a slight feeling that the level of that power is very high, as long as a trace is released, it is enough to kill all the people present. But the old man didn't do this, but chose a way that made his physical condition worse, and defused the attack of the previous warrior.

The old man was reluctant to kill them, and these people continued to make things difficult, and they were too ignorant of what to do.

Although there is a treaty with the cultivators, no one can say clearly in this situation, a group of people go to trouble the cultivators, and the cultivators are not allowed to fight back. Even if he is killed, he should die in vain.

Mo Yao stopped them, but he also saved them again.

No one knows how much of the old man's patience remains.

When the old man loses patience, it is also the time when there is a river of blood here.

(As promised, when we enter a low period, writing, like life, will always have good times and bad times, and they are constantly switching, switching at will.) Those who have played King will feel the same way. If you win for a while, you will lose for a while. ）

(Luck is the same, and it always takes a while to accumulate luck as much as you consume.) ）

(When I was lucky, I worked on seven chapters a day, about fifteen thousand words, maybe more.) Before this chapter is finished, the idea of the next chapter has already come, and the back forces the front to write it quickly. ）

(But in the last few days!!, every time I finish a chapter, I don't know how to write the next chapter.) When writing a chapter, it will also be intermittent and unable to come up with ideas. If you force yourself to write it down and write it out, it will be a bit nondescript. The plot and logic will have some unwanted forks in the road, but they have to be written. Because if you don't write, you won't be able to write anything on this day. ）

(Only by keeping writing down can we get out of this predicament and change this situation.) ）

(Forget it, that's all there is to say!) ）

(I am a free and easy person, and I am also a person who pursues free and easy, but I was forced to work hard by writing, and I still enjoy it.) Mired in masochism. ）

(Writing is the greatest calamity of my life, and it is impossible to have a greater calamity than this.) ）