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"How did you find him?"

The middle-aged man's face was finally a little ugly, and he didn't believe that Mo Wen could find the person who was hiding. That person's cultivation is still above him, and the twelve canons have opened up nine roots, and if he can open up the last three roots, he will be able to step into the realm of the sea of qi.

And he is also good at the art of concealment, if he hides, he can't find it even ten meters away.

Now that he was at least fifty meters away from Mo Wen, how could he possibly find that person?

"I have eyes, I'm not blind, I like peek-a-boo, let's play with children."

The corners of Mo Wen's mouth hooked up a touch of mockery, he was already a capable person in reconnaissance and tracking, and playing the art of concealment with him was simply looking for death.

"Sure enough, the hero is a young man, but unfortunately it is easy to break if it is too rigid, and it offends people who should not be offended."

A somewhat old voice sounded, and then the figure in the distance flew over a distance of dozens of meters in a few columns, and the light skill was quite good, and the middle-aged man was a handful.

The person who appeared was an old man, wearing a robe, which is rarely worn in modern metropolises, but some older, eccentric people like to wear it.

"Young man, come back with me to ask Young Master Su for guilt, maybe I can spare your life, otherwise ......"

The old man squinted his eyes and said in an old-fashioned manner: "Otherwise, the catastrophe is coming, and no one can save you." ”

"Rely on the old and sell the old."

Mo Wen smiled a little angrily when he heard this, he had never seen such a strange person, pretending to be a senior master, who could not tell at a glance that the old man was a sycophant who liked to lick the master's stinky feet.

People who are sixty or seventy years old have only cultivated through the realm of the pulse, so they dare to act as a senior master, when Mo Wen was thirteen years old, he was already a monk in the realm of the Qi Sea.

"What did you say, boy?"

The old man's face suddenly became gloomy, no one has ever given him such face, and he is still a junior, even in the Su family, Su Boyu is polite to him, a little-known kid dares to be so rude.

In a fit of rage, the old man shot directly, and after grabbing the kid, he pulled out his tongue to see if he dared to speak disrespectfully.

"Since you have to make inches, don't blame me for opening the killing ring."

Mo Wen sneered, his figure rose vertically, and the last hair came first, and the figure appeared in front of the old man strangely, a palm slapped out silently, and two breaths, one cold and one hot, suddenly rolled out from his palm.

So as soon as the old man took a step, he found that Mo Wen's figure had appeared in front of him, and his pupils suddenly shrank, the speed was too fast, and the angle was so weird, what kind of body was it?

Before carrying out the task, he only heard that Mo Wen had the cultivation of the late stage of internal breath, but he could defeat the ancient martial artist in the early stage of the channel, although he knew that he was powerful, but he didn't think so, after all, he was just an ancient martial artist in the inner breath realm, what waves could he make.

And a teenager, what experience can he have, and the martial arts he cultivates are probably half-hearted. With his decades of martial arts background, it is not enough to deal with a mere Mo Wen, if a teenager can't clean it up, it will simply live on a dog.

Before going out, he wanted Su Boyu to promise to arrest Mo Wen back.

After Su Boyu was severely beaten yesterday, he wanted to find a few women to vent his anger at night, but he found that he couldn't do that, and he was so angry that he didn't know that Mo Wen had done something.

But I found a lot of senior masters, and even a few ancient martial artists of the Qi Sea Realm who were close to the Su family were emotional, but they couldn't find out the problem on Su Boyu's body, and there was no way to help Su Boyu recover.

Therefore, Su Boyu couldn't wait to arrest Mo Wen back, with his lustful nature, if he couldn't do anything, it would be better to live than to die.

At this time, it even alarmed the head of the Su family, so there was a scene where two ancient martial artists in the late stage of the Tongmai realm shot at the same time.

Bang!

A strange figure appeared in front of the old man in a flash, and a hot and cold palm erupted.

The old man snorted coldly, he didn't believe that he couldn't deal with a junior in the realm of internal breath, he didn't think about it at the moment, he slapped it out with one palm, and went straight to Mo Wen, the two palms collided, making a dull collision sound.

The old man's body trembled, his face suddenly turned blue-white, and his feet kept retreating, and each foot made a footprint on the ground.

Mo Wen didn't move at all, his body pounced, bullied up, turned his palm into a fist, his fist was strong, and his punch seemed random, but it was firmly locked on the old man's chest, no matter how he dodged, he couldn't escape the shadow of the fist.

"He's in the realm of the Pulse Channel...... Help me! ”

The old man's face changed in an instant, and he looked at the fist in front of him with some horror, he had completely fallen into the disadvantage in the fight just now, and the power of his fist was not Mo Wen's opponent at all.

Although Mo Wen's palm strength is not strong, it is extremely strange and endless. One cold and one hot, two internal breaths, tricky and domineering, instantly invaded the body, and could not be stopped at all.

Now there is still Mo Wen's internal qi in his body, and the alternating flow of cold and hot actually suppresses the internal qi in his body, and for a moment or three, he can't even lift his internal qi against the enemy, where can he withstand Mo Wen's punch again.

The middle-aged man saw that the old man fell into a disadvantage with one move, and even fell into a dangerous situation, his face couldn't help but change greatly, how could he have thought that a mere teenager could have such strength, he thought that he and Li Lao shot at the same time, and arrested a Mo Wen, but when he met it, he found that a qiē was not as simple as he expected.

The ancient martial artist who only breathed in the realm yesterday has reached the realm today, which is a little incredible, could it be that when he made a move yesterday, he didn't ask if he was clumsy? But that's impossible, even if the Tongmai realm is against the Tongmai realm, it's basically impossible to hide your cultivation.

The middle-aged man didn't have time to think about it, he went up to rescue with a flying pounce, he knew that if Li Lao was defeated in the hands of Mo Wen, then he would definitely not be able to win against Mo Wen, and now that the two of them joined forces, there might be a chance.

Mo Wen sneered, his other hand was slightly, and a snake-shaped silver hairpin quietly appeared in his hand.

The next moment, with a flash of silver light, an invisible shadow quietly flew out, and the shadow was so vague that it could not even be distinguished with the naked eye.

After the strange silver light flew in an unpredictable trajectory, it quietly appeared in Mo Wen's hand again, and quietly disappeared with a flip of his wrist.

And the middle-aged man's body was fixed in place at some point, still making movements to prepare for an attack, and even his eyes did not change, staring at Mo Wen, as if he wanted to find a loophole to sneak attack.

But his body stiffened in place, as if the world had stopped in an instant, and it was so strangely stuck in place, and that moment became eternity.

Mo Wen's fist never changed, and he always pursued the old man unhurriedly, his body was like a cloud of smoke, sticking to the old man's body, no matter how the old man dodged, he was always facing him.

"What's going on? Don't shoot yet. ”

The old man found that the middle-aged man hadn't come out to relieve him yet, so he couldn't help urging anxiously.

If it weren't for the fact that he had a certain attainment in body technique, I am afraid that he would have been defeated in the middle of the fist.

But no matter how the old man urged, the middle-aged man did not respond, as if there was no such person at all.