About half an hour later, Mo Bei came to a high-end club near the Bund, which was relatively quiet, and there were no guests in sight.

"Young master, people have been brought!" The middle-aged man took Mo Bei to the rooftop of the clubhouse, where he could even see the colorful neon on the Bund, and even the landmark Oriental Pearl Tower.

"You are Mo Bei?" Po Jun looked at Mo Bei with a smile, he was wearing a white suit, he was in his thirties, and his facial features were distinct, giving people a feeling of being rich and handsome.

Mo Bei nodded slightly: "Not bad!"

"What's your relationship with Linlin?" asked Po Jun as he took a puff on his cigar.

Mo Bei smiled: "There is no special relationship, it's just a fire bun friend!"

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man almost didn't stare out of his eyes, did this thing forget what he said to him in the car? How dare he say anything?

Looking at Pojun again, his handsome face showed a cold meaning that could not be concealed, he thought that Mo Bei would talk about friends, or the relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend, but he never expected to say the word "fire bun friend", because in his heart, Xiao Shilin has always been a saint like an iceberg snow lotus, how could she become someone else's fire bun friend?

Two simple words directly ruined Xiao Shilin's image in the mind of the broken army, and the character collapsed in an instant.

"The surname is Mo, you don't want to spray people with blood, how can Linlin be that kind of casual woman? Do you believe it or not, if you dare to say a word nonsense, the master will kill you?" Po Jun's expression became hideous.

"Why can't you make any jokes?" Mo Bei smiled and shook his head.

Po Jun took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Leave Linlin, she is not a woman you can touch." Of course, Young Master Ben will not treat you badly, no matter what you ask, Young Master Ben will agree to you. ”

Mo Bei's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Yes!"

Mo Bei thought for a while and said, "I heard that you are a cultivator, and I also want to become a cultivator." ”

"You're going too far!" Po Jun snorted angrily.

Mo Bei shrugged his shoulders with a helpless expression: "Then I'm sorry, I don't lack anything else besides this condition." ”

"Damn, believe it or not, the master killed you?" Po Jun was furious, as the strongest among the younger generation in the Demon Capital cultivation world, who would dare to be so arrogant in front of him?

To put it mildly, Mo Bei is the first person.

Mo Bei pursed his lips: "Don't believe it!"

"Die!"

Po Jun's eyes froze, and he saw him pointing in the air, and a true qi roared out, directly hitting Mo Bei's knee, he wanted Mo Bei to kneel and beg for mercy, begging himself to spare his life.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man shook his head helplessly, he had been persuading Mo Bei bitterly before, but this guy didn't listen to persuasion at all, and even angered the broken army, isn't this asking for a dead end?

Just when the broken army and the middle-aged people thought that Mo Bei would get down on one knee and scream, an unexpected thing happened, Mo Bei was standing in place intact, and even the true qi released by the broken army disappeared without a trace.

Mo Bei said with palpitations: "I'm scared to death, isn't it that the release of true qi is comparable to a bullet, doesn't it mean that the release of true qi can penetrate the steel plate? I thought that your true qi could penetrate my knees, and you are scaring me! You are a cultivator, right?"

Whoosh!

Po Jun didn't believe in evil, and immediately hit the three true qi, although he didn't know what was happening, but he had to make a name for himself, and he was not a fake cultivator.

Three true qi roared out, exuding a terrifying momentum, but just as it was about to fall on Mo Bei, it disappeared out of thin air.

Pojun was stunned.

What's going on?

Haven't you mastered the essentials of the release of true qi?

Yes, it must be so, otherwise why can't you hurt Mobei?

"Dude, do you want to kill me, or do you want to scare me to death?" Mo Bei looked at Po Jun with an angry face.

Po Jun's face was gloomy, he really had the urge to be slapped in the face, he learned about Mo Bei, so he thought about calling him over and keeping him away from Xiao Shilin, but he didn't expect this guy to take him in his eyes at all.

This is really unbearable!

Thinking of this, Po Jun directly took out a sharp dagger from his waist, and stared at Mo Bei like a mad lion: "The surname is Mo, this young master will definitely take your life today!"

"Young Master, no, no!" The middle-aged man hurriedly stepped forward to block in front of Mo Bei, and looked at Po Jun with a nervous expression: "Young Master, this guy is an ordinary person, we cultivators can't kill mortals at will, this kind of behavior will violate that rule for the first time!"

Po Jun snorted coldly: "After killing him, I won't say anything, who knows that we broke the rules?

The middle-aged man couldn't help but shake his head when he saw this, it was obvious that Mo Bei had successfully aroused the killing intent in Pojun's heart, although he didn't want Pojun to break the rules, but with his strength, he couldn't resist Pojun's determination to kill Mo Bei.

Yes, just by taking out that high-grade magic weapon, you can see how strong his determination to kill Mo Bei is, after all, this is Po Jun's eighteenth birthday gift, and he has always worn it closely, but he has never used it.

"Die!"

Po Jun let out a low roar, like a bolt of lightning, and the dagger in his hand bloomed with a cold cold light, like the core of a poisonous snake, directly stabbing near Mo Mobei's heart.

I thought that the dagger would stab into Mo Bei's chest, splashing a stream of blood, and he would also fall to the ground holding his heart and convulse, but the result was a big surprise, because they were shocked to see that the high-grade magic weapon in Po Jun's hand actually looked like it was made of rubber, and it softened directly.

Mo said that he stabbed into Mo Bei's chest, and it didn't even puncture his skin.

Damn, what the hell is going on here?

The broken army is about to collapse, this is a high-grade magic weapon that sharpens iron like clay and blows hair and breaks hair, why has it become so now... Resilient?

Could it be that this is a fake high-grade magic weapon?

No way, the family couldn't have given me a fake high-grade magic weapon.

"Big brother, you have tried to scare me to death again and again, what kind of trouble are you going to make? Can't you give me a good time? You guys are really too much!" Mo Bei's voice sounded without tears.

Po Jun subconsciously swallowed his saliva, he felt that Mo Bei was a little uneasy.

At this time, Mo Bei's voice rang out: "We Huaxia people pay attention to courtesy, if you stab me, I have to return the knife, right?"

the groove.

How so?

Po Jun and the middle-aged man were immediately stunned...

(End of chapter)