But in the next moment, Mo Fei's pupils suddenly shrank, and he was shocked.

"No, what kind of power is this?"

Before the middle-aged man's palm fell, an inexplicable force suddenly fell from the sky, pressing his face red, and he almost didn't catch his breath.

Not only that, this inexplicable force is like a mountain, not only acting on his body, but even in his heart, it seems to be heavy and stressful.

"Haha, boy, look at you still dare to be arrogant, do you really think that no one in the world can cure you?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you, this is the power of the immortal pattern, no matter how strong you are, under the suppression of the immortal pattern in this seat, you can only lie down obediently!"

Seeing Mo Fei's sluggish movements, his face flushed, and his sweaty embarrassment, the middle-aged man suddenly laughed wildly, and in the palm of his hand, a flashing fairy pattern surged again.

And with the surge of the immortal light, Mo Fei only felt the pressure on his body, and the power in his heart became more and more powerful.

"Immortal pattern? Is this the power of immortal pattern? It's really powerful!"

Mo Fei secretly took a deep breath, and the fist that had just been put down due to the huge pressure tightened again.

"But what about the immortal pattern? Even the existence of the heavenly immortal level, I have challenged it more than once, and just a fairy pattern also wants me to lie down?

"Martial Soul, five hundred times enhanced!"

"Fu force soars to the sky, the power of a dragon in the high section!"

His eyes turned red in an instant, and he suddenly felt an inexplicable force surging out from the depths of his blood.

Roar!

A dragon roar faintly came out of his body, and Mo Fei only felt a sense of relief, what immortal patterns, what suppression, all disappeared.

The power of the immortal pattern is certainly strong, but the five hundred times the physical fitness has exploded, and this strength is obviously not enough.

"Come on, I want to see if your fairy pattern is great, or my fists are superior!"

Mo Fei jerked his head up, roared, and rushed out like a bamboo.

The martial soul is fully open, and his physical fitness has increased five hundred times, which is his strongest state so far.

Although he can only maintain this state for less than half a minute at most, it should be enough at this time.

"It can't be!"

Looking at Mo Fei, who almost ignored his suppression immortal pattern and rushed up like lightning, the middle-aged man stared at him with round eyes and roared in disbelief.

When he came back to his senses, he saw that the fist was crushing with terrifying force, and the middle-aged man's face turned pale in an instant.

"It's over, it's dead!"

Although the middle-aged man is quite arrogant and looks down on Mo Fei, he still has at least some vision.

Just looking at the terrifying momentum of this punch, he had to admit in his heart that not only was the power of the immortal pattern not the opponent of others, but even his life was probably about to be saved.

Especially in the face of this powerful punch, he found that he didn't even have the courage to fight back or resist.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was about to die under this punch, Mo Fei's face remained unchanged, and he did not have the slightest thought of mercy in his heart.

Just kidding, when this guy just bullied himself with a fairy pattern, did he ever show mercy?

Since he had decided to go all out, he naturally had no need to show mercy to his subordinates.

Bang!

With an earth-shattering loud muffled sound, Mo Fei's pupils shrank, and he found that his punch was like hitting a sponge, and he felt like he had nowhere to go.

"Not good, withdraw!"

Sensing that the situation was not good, he decisively withdrew and retreated.

"Luo Chen, the deity knows that you have a good relationship with the Yu family, and the Yu family has always been haunted by the matter of the last Yu episode, and you are no exception. ”

"But you remember, the last time Yu Ji died, it was because he was arrogant and arrogant, and he blamed himself, and he couldn't blame anyone. ”

"If you dare to deliberately provoke trouble, take the opportunity to retaliate, and delay this big event, the deity will be able to save you just now, and I will naturally be able to kill you next time!"

The middle-aged man sat on the ground with a pale face, his head was covered with cold sweat, and in front of the middle-aged man, the five or six-year-old child turned his head and glanced coldly at the middle-aged man, and gave a warning.

Mo Fei looked at the child again in disbelief, looking at the middle-aged man's embarrassed appearance, the punch just now was obviously not blocked by the middle-aged man himself, then, the only possibility is this little fart.

But what are you kidding, how can a five- or six-year-old kid be so scary?

Five hundred times the strength of the martial soul, plus the power of a dragon at the high level of Fu Wu's sky, it is a heavenly immortal-level existence, and if you don't die, you will be seriously injured.

This little kid who looks like he is no more than five or six years old, but his face is not red and he is not panting, and he can easily carry it? This is simply a rhythm against the sky!

"Who the hell are you?"

Finding that the child withdrew his chubby little hand, and a circle of looming ripples rippled away, Mo Fei's heart sank, and he didn't dare to joke anymore, so he asked very seriously.

There was no doubt that the strange power that had just easily blocked his full punch was the rippling thing in the child's hand.

This power breath is definitely not a spirit pattern, at least it should also be an immortal pattern.

A child who looks like he is only five or six years old, not only can he teach the middle-aged man with immortal patterns like an elder, but also dare to boldly call Gu Chengsheng, one of the founders of the alliance, an old guy, coupled with the sudden appearance of this hand, who would dare to really see him as a five or six-year-old child? Anyway, Mo Fei didn't have the courage to do so.

"It doesn't matter who the deity is, what matters is, are you ready? Do you need to give you some time to go back and explain first?"

The child withdrew his warning gaze from the middle-aged man, and looked at Mo Fei with a solemn face.

"I'll go, what do you mean by that?"

"Confess, explain what, what is the aftermath?"

The corners of Mo Fei's mouth twitched, and he took a deep breath with a solemn face.

"Forget it, I admit that I am very strong, but it is too early to say who will win in the end. ”

Are you kidding, explaining what happened after the death? Of course not.

If he didn't die in the end, then there would be no need to give any explanation.

But if he is really not an opponent, and he is determined to die this time, then he will not be able to explain what happened after his death.

Isn't it enough to kill him alone, but also to expose his family and the people he cares about most to the enemy?

"Okay, then after you leave, the deity will have someone inform your family. ”

The child was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, and did not mean to force it at all.

"I said, should you be so confident? Do I look so weak? How do you know that I'm definitely not your opponent?"

Mo Fei raised his eyebrows slightly, this child's strong self-confidence made him very disdainful, but the child did not mean to be aggressive, which made him a little confused.