In the box on the fifth floor, Su Boyu was leisurely eating and drinking, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Young master, that Qin Xiaoyou seems to be at odds with Mo Wen, and he was arguing at the staircase just now."

A young man walked into the box and reported respectfully.

"Do you know why you have to be a subordinate?"

Su Boyu dropped his chopsticks and looked at the young man calmly.

The young man didn't dare to speak, but just looked at Su Boyu with puzzled eyes.

"Because here?" Su Boyu pointed to his head and said coldly: "If you were smarter, you wouldn't have to follow my ass every day." ”

The young man's face was slightly shocked when he heard this, but he didn't dare to say anything. Su Boyu's words are simply tantamount to telling him in disguise, your future is limited, and I will not focus on cultivating you in the future.

"Qin Xiaoyou is a smart woman, she just wants to show me a play. But alas, she is still a little tender. No matter what her relationship with Mo Wen is, it can't change my determination to do something to Mo Wen. The more she covered it up, the more I couldn't make Mo Wen feel better. ”

The corners of Su Boyu's mouth hooked up a cold smile, playfully playing with a jade ring on his finger, usually people who underestimate him will not end well.

A cold sweat rose in the young man's head, and he realized that there were still these twists and turns inside.

"Really? I'd like to see what you can do to me. ”

An abrupt voice suddenly sounded in the box, and at some point, there was suddenly one more person inside, a young man who was as calm as water,

"Don't ask!"

Su Boyu's pupils shrank, he didn't notice how Mo Wen came in just now, although he was not an ancient martial artist, but the young man beside him was an ancient martial artist in the late stage of the Inner Breath realm, but he didn't find any trace of Mo Wen at all.

"You stand in front of you now, and tell me what you want to do to me."

The corners of Mo Wen's mouth hooked up with a touch of coldness, and he walked towards Su Boyu without hurrying.

The young man standing with his hands down changed slightly when he heard this, but he was in the room, and he didn't notice when Mo Wen came in. His duty is to protect the young master, and strictly speaking, he has been derelict in his duties.

"Don't ask, you're brave enough, but don't think that you know a few ancient martial arts, just think that no one can help you."

Although Su Boyu was startled, he quickly calmed down. As far as he knew, Mo Wen was just an ancient martial artist in the late stage of the Inner Breath Realm, and the bodyguards around him also had the late Inner Breath Realm, so he was not afraid of Mo Wen.

The young man naturally couldn't let Mo Wen get close to Su Boyu, so he made a move as soon as possible, he stepped forward and went straight to Mo Wen's door with a punch.

After knowing the foundation of Mo Wen, he didn't dare to keep it, and directly exerted his full strength, his internal qi was drumming, and before his fist arrived, a fierce cold wind came to his face.

Mo Wen looked at the fist that went straight to the door, without blinking his eyes, he stretched out a palm at random, and took the young man's fist steadily.

The young man only felt a surge of strength sink into the sea, as if attacking cotton.

"You're still a little close, so let's try that guy hiding in the shadows."

Mo Wen sneered, and the hand holding the young man's fist shook slightly, and the young man flew out directly, breaking three or four chairs along the way before stopping, but he fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

"You... You've ruined my martial arts......"

The young man struggled to get up, his eyes full of fear and despair, because he found that just now there were two different internal forces pouring into his body, one cold and the other hot, extremely domineering, destroying his internal qi, and alternating between hot and cold, destroying all the meridians in his body.

The destruction of the meridians is equivalent to destroying all of his cultivation, and more than ten years of hard work have been in vain.

Among the ancient martial artists, the abolition of martial arts is definitely the most ruthless means, and some people would rather die than waste the skills they have cultivated for decades.

Mo Wen didn't even look at the young man, his face was still calm, but he didn't continue to move, as if he was waiting for something.

After a week of cultivation, combined with the medicine left over from the Ming Sect, he had already reached the peak of the late stage of internal breathing, and half of his feet had stepped into the Tongmai realm, and he had cultivated three supreme martial arts at the same time, and his internal qi was comparable to that of an ancient martial artist in the early stage of the Tongmai realm.

A mere ancient martial artist in the late stage of the Inner Rest realm could not pose any threat to him at all.

Mo Wen didn't want to cause trouble, because he knew that his cultivation was still low, and his ability was not enough, so he might not have enough ability to protect himself. But not causing trouble doesn't mean that he is afraid of things, Su Boyu's repeated provocations have violated his bottom line.

Su Boyu saw that the young man couldn't make a move in Mo Wen's hand, and his face changed, but he was not flustered and remained as calm as ever.

"Young man, your murderous aura is too heavy, and you are not suitable for martial arts."

Behind the screen of the box, a figure walked out quietly, standing behind Su Boyu like a stake, but his eyes were always on Mo Wen, and the air pressure emanating from him was shrouded in Mo Wen.

The man was about forty or fifty years old, dressed in a Mao suit, not low in height, like a tree trunk standing behind Su Boyu.

"Rely on the old and sell the old."

Mo Wen sneered and shook his head, with him as an ancient martial artist in the realm of the vein, he dared to say in front of him whether he was suitable for martial arts.

At that time, Mo Wen was a master of learning, which made the martial artists who were also in the fetal breath realm retreat, and he could be called a master in the martial arts.

Tongmai realm, at best, can be regarded as a fledgling, without the cultivation of the Qi Sea realm, and cannot even be said to be a martial artist in the true sense.

"Hmph, don't think that no one can cure you if you have a little ability, since you like to abolish martial arts so much, then I will abolish you too."

Mo Wen mocked in front of him, and the middle-aged man couldn't hold his face a little, snorted coldly, and jumped up as soon as his body was stretched, and pounced on Mo Wen like an eagle catching a chicken.

He didn't believe that an ancient martial artist in the inner breath realm could still win him.

The difference of one realm, the difference in strength is not a little bit and a half, and the difference of a millimeter is a thousand miles, which is such a truth.

It is absolutely a super rare thing for a martial artist to want to cross the realm to defeat an opponent, and only those super geniuses can do it.

A claw fell from the air, and the five qi energy faintly swallowed out from the fingertips, although the ancient martial artists of the Tongmai realm could not release the internal qi and take people's lives a hundred steps away, but they could initially use the mystery of the internal qi.

Mo Wen stretched out his hand to the void with an expressionless face, and an invisible ripple rippled around him, and the middle-aged man's body flying in the air suddenly froze, and the claw that grabbed Mo Wen deviated strangely.

The next moment, a strange suction force erupted centered on Mo Wen, and the middle-aged man's body fell uncontrollably towards Mo Wen.

At this time, he let go of one move, the old force has not gone and the new force has not been born, and there is no time to react.

Mo Wen stretched out a hand and easily grabbed the middle-aged man's palm, and his palm shook slightly.

The next moment, a terrifying concussive force centered on Mo Wen's palm slammed into the middle-aged man.

Burst~

The terrifying concussive force knocked the middle-aged man out of his internal injuries at once, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably.

But the strange thing is that his palm is still sucking on Mo Wen's palm, and the terrifying force is like a dark force, going straight to his internal organs, but it will not affect his position.