"It's not interesting, I just don't want your group to leave. Mo Yan said lightly: "That's it, the awkwardness between you and Yuan Fei is because of me, so how about the two of us have a competition?" If you defeat me, you can naturally leave, and the commission will be paid, but if I defeat you, you will have to escort the cargo operation this time, and the commission will still be paid to you, and you will not lose a penny, how about it?"

"Is that true?"

He Jun was stunned when he heard this, and then his face was full of joy, but although he was talking to Mo Yan, his eyes looked at Yuan Fei, he didn't believe that this young man in the quenching realm could make decisions for Yuan Fei.

"What my brother said was the same as what I said. He Jun, you might as well compete with my brother, if you defeat him, the commission will still be paid to you, but if you are defeated by my brother, you will have to escort the delivery of the goods, and the commission will still be paid to you in the end, how about it?"

Yuan Fei also stood up, he knew that Mo Yan would not fight a battle that he was not sure of, since he had said so, he would definitely be able to defeat He Jun, and a little commission was just a drop in the bucket for him, even if Mo Yan lost, it would not be a big problem, but he didn't believe that Mo Yan would lose, he was full of great confidence in his brother.

"Okay, in that case, I'll have a competition with you, but my fists and feet have no eyes, and if I accidentally hurt you at that time, I can't complain about it. He Jun smiled cruelly, although he was only a casual cultivator, he couldn't allow others to provoke him so much.

"It's okay, don't say you hurt me, even if you kill me, you can't complain about it, after all, the competition is not a game, there will always be accidents. Mo Yan waved his hand: "Let's go out and talk about it, there is no comparison in this inn, so as not to break other people's things." ”

That's exactly what I mean. He Jun didn't expect Mo Yan to say this, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and he felt a little appreciative of this young man in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

At that moment, the two came to the outside of the inn, found a hidden and uninhabited corner, opened a posture, and breathed separately, about to fight.

"Hey, do you think the head of the regiment can defeat this kid?"

Among the more than 30 members of the group, a woman in her twenties, wearing a leather armor wrapping chest, a short leather skirt, revealing a delicate navel, carrying a black iron bow on her shoulder, and a very hot figure, asked the other members of the group beside her.

"Hmph, the head of the regiment is a mid-level cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm, and he has successfully transformed his true qi into a liquid state, and the power is terrifying, I bet that with just one move, I can defeat this kid who doesn't know the height of the sky!" A strong man wearing heavy armor, holding a huge shield, and like a bull said with a strong urn.

"Nonsense, the head of the regiment can naturally defeat this kid and get a commission, Tie Niu, the result of this bet you made is too obvious, are we stupid?" said another young man with a thin body, hands that were above his knees, and a dagger in his palm that was shining with cold light.

"Hey, hey. Hearing this, the strong man called Tie Niu touched his head and laughed innocently.

Hearing these people's discussions, Mo Yan was unmoved, because he would soon surprise these people and know what a leapfrog challenge was.

"Boy, I don't want to take advantage of you, so let you make three moves, if you can make me take a step back, then you win!"

He Jun heard the discussion of his mercenaries, and his confidence suddenly increased, originally he was worried that Mo Yan knew that he was a monk of the Qi Refining Realm, and he actually dared to challenge himself, did he have any powerful magic weapon to rely on, but now seeing that he was empty-handed, not to mention a powerful magic weapon, it seemed that he didn't even have a low-grade magic weapon, and he immediately felt that he was too worried.

"What you said is true?" Mo Yan smiled slightly.

"Naturally, it's true, although I, He Jun, am a big boss, but I still have basic integrity. He Jun swore solemnly.

"Alright, you're welcome, Enma Fist!"

Since He Jun thinks so highly of himself, then Mo Yan will let this person know what regret is, his voice has not yet fallen, but his body has already shot out, and it is incredibly fast, and the hard bluestone ground has exploded with one foot of his foot, and cracks have appeared.

Almost instantly, he came to He Jun's body, a pair of iron fists were like the destruction of the world by the Enma Demon of the world, the space was slightly shaking, and the air currents set off were even more surging like stormy waves, soaring and shooting, and the naked eye could see that one by one air vortices were derived near his fists, exuding an incomparably powerful suction, pulling He Jun into these whirlpools and projecting them in, as if to grind him into a pulp.

Thundered!

There was a huge sound, bursting out from Mo Yan's body, it seemed to be gunpowder exploding, and it was like a waterfall falling, a mountain collapsing, a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the sound was like thunder, from his flesh and bones, from the inside out, violently emitted, it was actually the legendary tiger and leopard thunder!

This is a sign that the strength is so strong that the flesh and bones cannot bear it and are about to fall apart.

With the current strength of Mo Yan's body, he can't bear it, which shows how powerful the power of this punch is!

"Not good!"

In an instant, He Jun sensed that something was wrong, he didn't expect Mo Yan's strength to be so strong, it was really the speed of the wind, the power of thunder, the perfect combination of "force" and "speed", making him actually have a taste of facing the powerhouse of the Outer Realm at this moment.

However, after all, he was a "little master" at the middle level of the Qi Refining Realm, and when Mo Yan's fist was about to bombard his head, and the wind blew his hair flying, and his facial muscles were twisted, he finally reacted and pushed it sideways towards Mo Yan with one palm.

"Overwhelming!"

He Jun's palms suddenly derived a gray-brown aura, which was the true qi he had cultivated, like a pair of fist gloves, wrapping his ten fingers, making his entire palm as big as a fan, as if he had the powerful power to hold the sun and the moon.

But this is just a seem, he responded to the enemy in a hurry, and he didn't even mobilize one ten-thousandth of his true qi, how could he be the opponent of Mo Yan who had been gathering momentum for a long time and attacked fiercely?

What's more, He Jun is much weaker than the golden armor corpse, and even these murderous creatures were suppressed under the sneak attack of Mo Yan, and in the end they were killed, so he had no hope.

Click!

The true qi wrapped around He Jun's palm was actually forcibly punched into his body by Mo Yan, and the huge power like a mountain took the opportunity to invade, breaking the skin of the palm of the leader of the wolf warrior mercenary group, dripping with blood, and even the bones were broken, and some bone chips and powder fell down.

And that power did not decrease, and it quickly extended towards the arm along the palm of the hand.

Seeing that He Jun's arms were about to be completely scrapped and become a wasted person, Mo Yan's eyes condensed, and he suddenly withdrew his strength, then flew up and kicked He Jun's waist, kicking him out, slamming into a wall before falling down with a bang, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Captain!"

"Captain!"

"Oh no, boy, I'll kill you!"

The more than 30 mercenaries who had been watching the show for a long time didn't expect that their invincible regiment commander would be defeated in an instant, and after a short lag, they immediately reacted, and suddenly pulled out the weapon in their hands and forced Mo Yan over.

The pretty woman with the black iron longbow on her shoulder pulled out a sharp arrow from the quiver and put it on the bowstring, aiming at the ink from afar.

And the strong man, with a shield in his left hand and a mace in his right hand, mingled with the crowd, like a moving chariot, charging forward, crushing anything that dared to stand in his way to smithereens.

In the end, the tall and thin young man, like a tanuki, hunched his body and went around behind Mo Yan, with a cold iron dagger hidden in his sleeve, as if he was a peerless assassin who wanted to assassinate Mo Yan.