"I only ask you one thing, are you convinced?"

The simple words were directly slapped on Zhao Gang's face like a merciless slap, as one of the best existences in the ancient martial arts world, when had he ever been despised like this?

"The surname is Mo, I advise you not to be arrogant, your strength is certainly very strong, but my True Martial Arts Sect is not a place where you can be wild, believe it or not, the master directly ordered people to abolish you?" Zhao Bo roared angrily, although his father was not Mo Bei's opponent, but he was not afraid of the other party, to put it bluntly, this is the territory of the True Martial Sect, and there are so many ancient martial artists present, even one person can drown him with a mouthful of saliva, right?

"Do you want to bully more with less?" the corners of Mo Bei's mouth rose.

Zhao Gang stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Mo Bei, my Zhenwumen has just gained a foothold in the capital, if you are allowed to leave the Zhenwumen, then how will you mix in the capital in the future?"

Mo Bei: "So?"

"Let's get on it!"

Zhao Gang waved his hand, he knew that he was not Mo Bei's opponent, but he would definitely not let him leave alive today, after all, this was related to the future of their True Martial Sect.

Seeing Zhao Gang's order, Gu Jingyi's face changed greatly, so many ancient warriors were beating Zhao Xiaoning at the same time, could he resist?

Just as she took out her mobile phone and was about to gather people, Mo Bei's voice rang: "Sister Gu, you go to the side first to cool off, I haven't put some ancient martial artists in my eyes yet!" With a wave of her right hand, the willow leaf appeared directly at Gu Jingyi's feet, allowing it to fly into the air.

This scene surprised many disciples of the True Martial Sect, they knew that the cultivators had multiple means, but they didn't expect that this guy had a magic weapon that could fly, Gu Jingyi was also pale with fright, how many means does this guy have?

"Kill!"

On the martial arts training ground, a disciple of the True Martial Sect rushed forward with a shout, he was like a burning fuse, instantly detonating the audience, and all the ancient martial artists rushed straight towards Mo Bei like hungry wolves.

"Get out!"

Mo Bei shouted angrily, this time he didn't have the slightest reservation, the power of Jin Dan gathered in his limbs, and every time he made a move, he would blast out a person, and there was a miserable cry at the scene.

The strength of the disciples of the True Martial Sect is very strong, especially the masters in the late stage of dark energy can completely defeat the masters in the middle stage of foundation building, and the masters in the early stage of transforming strength can easily defeat the strong men in the Jindan stage.

But their opponent was Mo Bei.

Mo Bei himself is a strong man in the Jindan period, and he has also taken the Creation Pill before, and he has also soaked in medicinal baths a few times, and his strength is stronger than that of the ancient martial artists, and the most important thing is that his status as a soldier gives him rich experience in melee combat, which is by no means comparable to these burly strong men.

Bang bang bang!

The dull sound of impact continued to echo in the martial arts training ground, and the picture at this time was very similar to the picture of Xing Ye aiming at the disciples of the Axe Gang in Kung Fu, no one could get close to him at all, but anyone who approached him would be kicked out by him.

"This guy is simply a demon!" Gu Jingyi's heart rose a monstrous wave, and at this time, she finally understood why Mo Bei could become the leader of the Cultivator Alliance, and how many people could compare to the strength he showed now?

Time passed slowly, and after five minutes, the battle ended, and the more than three hundred disciples of the True Martial Sect all fell to the ground and groaned, only Mo Bei stood there with a sinister smile, his body was already wet with sweat.

Syllable!

The young man took out a cigarette and a lighter in his pocket, lit it, took a deep breath, and then spit out a smoke ring: "I have always thought that face is given to each other, but it's a pity that you don't know how to lift it, even if that's the case, then it's no wonder that I'm someone!"

In fact, Mo Bei didn't intend to embarrass these disciples of the True Martial Sect at all, what he wanted was very simple, just to let Zhao Gang soften, and say sorry, if this was the case, he would definitely turn around and leave, but Zhao Gang should never have ordered his disciples to besiege him.

It is precisely because of this that Mo Bei will attack and defeat all the disciples of the True Martial Sect, teach them a lesson, and let them restrain their arrogance.

Zhao Gang and his son stared at Mo Bei as if they were looking at a monster, they knew that Mo Bei was very strong, but who would have thought that they would be able to defeat more than 300 disciples under the True Martial Sect?

This guy is a beast!

"Who the hell are you?" Zhao Gang asked in a low voice.

"Mo Bei!" Mo Bei took a puff of cigarette, and then said: "Ancient martial artists and cultivators are the general trend in the world, and this world also welcomes your arrival, but this world will never allow you to rely on your own identity to come nonsense, it has its rules and laws, and the rules of the law of the jungle must be eliminated here, so I hope you will abide by the rules here, if there is a next time, it will never be as hasty as today." Speaking of this, he glanced at Zhao Gang and his son, then took off into the air, appeared on the willow leaves, and disappeared into the night sky in an instant.

After Mo Bei left, Zhao Gang's father and son breathed a sigh of relief, and Mo Bei's eyes before leaving were unusually cold, making them feel like they didn't dare to look directly.

"Dad, is this the end of today's matter?" Zhao Bo was very unwilling.

"Forget it?" Zhao Gang snorted heavily: "This Mo Bei relied on his strength to come to the door to humiliate us, this is a provocation to the dignity of our ancient warriors, how can it be so easy?"

Zhao Bo's eyes lit up: "Dad, what do you mean?"

Zhao Gang said in a low voice: "I have received the news, the Shi family and the Yin family have come to the capital, and are choosing a site to open a martial arts hall, I will go to meet the two patriarchs later, discuss the matter of dealing with Mobei, I want him to know that the face of our ancient warrior is not made of dough." Speaking of this, a cold light was cast in his eyes.

Zhao Gang was really angry, you must know that the True Martial Arts Sect is one of the three major sects in the ancient martial arts world, and there are countless masters under him, but today more than 300 ancient martial artists were singled out by Mo Bei alone, can he bear this breath?

No, you can't!

If nothing should have happened today, then how would we serve the public in the future, and how would we lead the True Martial Sect to glory?

"Everyone listen, no one can leak half a word about today's affairs, otherwise the door rules will deal with it!" Zhao Gang shouted at those disciples, and then left the True Martial Sect in a rage.

Although Zhao Bo wants to block the news, how can there be an impermeable wall in the world?

Just now, when Mo Bei fought with those ancient martial artists, he had already leaked terrifying energy, and a nearby monk had already rushed over, they wanted to see the excitement, but they found that it was Mo Bei who was fighting fiercely against the real martial arts sect, and they wanted to be able to show their performance and stand up when Mo Bei was defeated, but Mo Bei used his fierce strength to impress countless people.

With his own strength, he single-handedly singled out the entire sect of the True Martial Sect, who else could do this kind of strength except Mo Bei?