When a cultivator reaches a certain level, he frantically pursues a level above the hidden strength.

A martial artist with hidden strength can hide his cultivation.

Hidden strength, spirit strength, earth strength, heavenly strength, and divine strength.

Each level is divided into three levels: acquired, congenital, and pinnacle, judging from Mo Wen's current cultivation, he has reached the innate realm of spiritual strength, so he doesn't need to deliberately hide his strength, after cultivating to change his path, his strength has been transformed into a new power.

Coupled with the support of spiritual power, his Dao power had increased by more than ten times compared to his previous peak of the Heavenly Realm.

When Yang Zheng was stunned, the black-robed man had already looked at Mo Wen from top to bottom, and then sneered.

"Young man, what kind of trick are you playing? You don't have a bit of cultivation on you, you want to scare me away, ridiculous, do you think I can be scared by your tricks?" said the black-robed man, and glanced at Mo again: "Since you have seen something that you shouldn't have seen, then you can't be left behind, go with peace of mind." ”

The moment the words fell, the black-robed man suddenly turned into a phantom, and almost instantly crossed a distance of more than ten meters, such a speed, in Yang Zheng's opinion, was already against the sky, but in Mo Wen's opinion, this was just a little trick played by a child.

When the black-robed man came to Mo Wen's face, he slapped Mo Wen's heart fiercely.

This sudden scene made Yang Zheng stunned, and he began to mourn in silence in his heart.

Brat...... Thou shalt die, and I will fulfill thee.

"Poof!" a mouthful of blood suddenly spilled on the ground, Yang Zheng opened his mouth, and then couldn't close it.

At that moment just now, he didn't even see what was happening, and the first meeting between the two was over.

The injured man was naturally not Mo Wen, at this time, the black-robed man was already more than ten meters away from Mo Wen, one hand propped on the ground and vomited blood.

He raised his head suddenly, although he couldn't see the eyes under the black robe clearly, but he also knew that those eyes must be extremely shocked now.

No......

What the hell is this kid coming from?

Under the shocked and incredulous eyes of the black-robed man, he looked at Mo Wen and patted his chest, walked towards him slowly, and said lightly as he walked: "If you don't have the strength to kill, don't boast that you want to kill people in Haikou, and ...... Before I came out, I just changed into clean clothes, what if it gets dirty?

Wow, this guy really doesn't have anyone anymore, when is it, and he still has the heart to joke.

Yang Zheng was completely defeated by Mo Wen, but thinking about it, this kid was too weird, he didn't see how Mo Wen let this black-robed man fly out, his movements were too fast.

Not only that, but the black-robed man was also very angry, he was already injured by Mo Wen, and when he heard this again, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood again, and was almost killed by anger.

Although Yang Zheng didn't see what happened just now, as one of the parties involved, he could understand it clearly.

And until now, it is still shocking the horror of this young man's methods, just now, Mo Wen did not use any magical powers at all, nor did he use any martial arts moves, but simply blocked the black-robed man with his hand, and then slapped him away.

It sounds simple, but it's not as simple as it sounds.

What shocked the black-robed man the most was that Mo asked him to use his hand directly, and then blocked his hand that was full of evil energy, how terrifying that evil qi was, the black-robed man knew it best in his heart, he was very glad that this was his magical power, if he encountered someone else using such evil qi to fight with him, he would definitely be in pain.

Because this evil qi, unlike ordinary evil qi, can dissolve everything, is extremely lethal, and when cultivated to a certain level, it can ruin a person's life at any time.

But this time, this invincible evil spirit even eroded the young man cleanly.

No matter how much evil energy he used, it hit Mo Wen's body, as if it hit cotton, and there was no return.

This also fulfills the common saying: meat buns beat dogs, there is no return.

But he was really shocked, and he also became interested in Mo Wen's identity: "Boy, you ...... Who the hell is it?"

The black-robed man spoke in a cold voice, and stood up with his body bracked: "Huaxia, when did such a freak like you come out?"

"With your skills, you're not qualified to know who I am. Mo Wen smiled faintly, and his tone was indifferent as if he was looking at a cloud of air: "In front of me, you are an ant...... Pinch you to death, I don't need a finger to kill you!"

"Look for death!" Mo asked this sentence, which completely angered the black-robed man, and now, this black-robed man could only do his best.

Under the loud shout of the black-robed man, he saw a large amount of black mist suddenly emerge from his black robe, and this black mist was different from the previous evil qi, but he didn't know at all, Mo Wen liked this thing the most, the more he absorbed, the stronger he became, just like a hungry beggar, the more he ate, the greater his strength.

As soon as the black mist appeared, it directly lowered the temperature around it a lot, as if it had entered an ice cellar in an instant.