Mo Wen stood in place and didn't move, the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of mockery, an ancient martial artist in the early realm of the Qi Sea, he also wanted to break his hands and feet, he couldn't help but think too highly of himself.

After pulling out a slap, the figure of the old man in Tang costume threw an arc in the air, slammed on the steps, struggled twice, but never got up again.

Mo Wen's casual slap directly broke the head of an ancient martial artist in the Qi Sea realm.

In just the blink of an eye, an ancient martial artist of the Qi Sea realm died in front of everyone, and it was a one-move kill.

Su Cheng was speechless in shock, and his head couldn't turn for a while, the old man in Tang costume was one of the only two Qi Sea Realm ancient martial artists in the Su Mansion, and he had always been the guest of honor of the Su family, using force to deter other forces that were enemies of the Su family.

But I didn't want to die in the Su family's manor today, and I died at the hands of a teenager.

Although Su Chengcheng had never cultivated Gu Wu, he also knew that Gu Wu was a down-to-earth cultivation that he cultivated step by step. The longer the time of cultivating ancient martial arts, the higher both strength and martial arts experience.

It's unbelievable that a young man is so terrifying, and I'm afraid that only those peerless geniuses who are rare in the world have this ability.

"Since you're stubborn, don't blame me for going on a killing spree."

Mo Wen's face gradually became gloomy, since the Su family was shameless, then he didn't care about the bottom line.

He wiped one hand to his waist, and the next moment twelve serpentine hairpins appeared in his hand, and the cold silver-blue light made people's hearts chill.

Don't ask five fingers and one piece. The twelve silver snake hairpins were all suspended in the center of his hand, the tips of the needles pointing downward. Slowly turning.

The next moment, with Mo Wen casually flicked his hand. Suddenly, silver-blue light shuttled around, and where it passed, there were bursts of cold waves, and the cold people shivered. The coldness from the inside out, not to mention ordinary people, even ancient martial artists can't stand it.

Almost at the moment when Mo Wen urged the twelve silver snake cold hairpins, at least half of the people around him were cold and stiff, and they couldn't move.

"Wu Jushi, help!"

Su has been fighting for power and profit all his life, and he has experienced countless dangers. The mortal danger was felt almost immediately. Suddenly, he couldn't care so much anymore, and shouted for help.

The young man in front of him was too terrifying, he knew that only that person in the Su family manor could save them now, almost the moment Mo Wen killed the old man in Tang costume in seconds, he regretted it, he shouldn't have offended such a person so hastily without asking the reason.

The Silver Snake Han Hairpin didn't pause because of who called for help, and almost instantly, twelve blue lights flashed out. Running to a crowded place, he shot fiercely and decisively, with a posture of bloodbathing the Su family's manor.

A silver-blue cold light flashed, and it appeared in front of Su Cheng in an instant. Before the blue light hit his body, the terrible cold almost froze his blood all over his body, and his body stiffened. The complexion is pale and the lips are blue. I can't move for a moment.

In an instant, the head of the dignified Su family was about to die. In the backyard, a figure suddenly flew out, almost across a hundred meters in the air, and appeared beside Su Cheng in an instant, slapped out with a palm, and shook the blue light out.

An old man with a short stature, a bald head, and a gloomy face stood sideways in front of Su Chengcheng, and it was he who shook the silver snake Han Hairpin out with one palm just now.

"What a terrible secret weapon!"

The gloomy old man looked at Mo Wen in surprise, a young man had such terrifying strength, if he hadn't happened to come out because of the noise outside, he wouldn't even have had time to rescue Su Cheng just now.

He looked at the palm of his hand that had just caught the cold light, which was already covered with a layer of ice, and the biting cold made his hands lose sensation for a short time.

Although the old man saved the head of the Su family, Su Cheng, he didn't have time to save the others, and with a dozen silver-blue rays of light flashing, more than a dozen people suddenly turned into a pile of ice slag and fell to the ground.

"Ancient martial artist of the Baodan realm."

Mo Wen squinted his eyes slightly, the bald old man's cultivation is not low, he has the realm of Baodan, and his strength is still above the old man of the Zhou family, although it is also the early stage of Baodan, but it has also reached the peak of the early stage.

"Who are you, why are you in the Su family?" The bald old man said coldly

"Are you going to take care of the Su family's affairs?" Mo Wen asked lightly.

Just now, Su Cheng called this person Wu Jushi, since his surname is Wu, he is naturally not from the Su family.

"What's the matter, you are young, your strength is also outstanding, it is not easy for you to cultivate, talent is rare, leave quickly, otherwise ......"

The bald old man snorted coldly, and suddenly a majestic air pressure emanated from his body, pressing down on Mo Wen suddenly.

From the battle just now, the bald old man knew that Mo Wen was not an ancient martial artist in the Baodan realm, and there was a slight sense between the ancient martial artists in the same realm, and he could find out the other party's cultivation level as soon as he fought each other.

That young man's cultivation was probably around the late stage of the Qi Sea Realm, and he was very close to the peak of the Qi Sea Realm. Although compared to him, the cultivation is still far behind, but the hidden weapon in the young man's hand is very weird, which makes him a little jealous.

For the sake of the Su family, it is really worthless to be the enemy of a talented and unidentified genius boy.

Therefore, he was not ready to fight Mo Wen, but hoped to scare Mo Wen away with the cultivation of the Bao Dan realm.

"Scare me?"

Mo Wen sneered, "Originally, this matter has nothing to do with you, since you are in charge, then I will eradicate you together." ”

"Arrogance!"

The bald old man snorted angrily, the young man simply didn't know what to do, since this was the case, then don't blame him.

Mo Wen was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, stretched out his hand, and with the subtlety of the great shift, he summoned all the silver snake cold hairpins that flew out before, and the twelve silver hairpins instantly returned to his hands.

The next moment, the figure flashed, and it had already appeared in front of the bald old man, one cold and one hot, two internal qi rushed out, and he threw a punch violently, and the dragon roared. With the terrifying coercion, they crashed into the bald old man together.

The bald old man sneered. Dare to fight him, it is simply not knowing life or death.

The boy didn't use the terrifying weapon. He was a lot more relieved, and he used all the internal qi in his body to fight with Mo Wen violently,

The fists touched, and the bodies of the two people shook a little, Mo Wen took three steps back, but the bald old man only took one step back.

However, Rao was like this, and the bald old man was also speechless in shock, relying on the cultivation of the Qi Sea realm. It is simply unbelievable that such a powerful punch can burst out.

With his cultivation advantage, he didn't have any upper hand with Mo Wen.

"You're nothing more than that."

A sneer curled into the corner of Mo Wen's mouth, the first punch was just a temptation. In fact, Mo Wen only had the cultivation of the middle stage of the Qi Sea realm, but he cultivated three exercises at the same time, although the realm was only the middle stage of the Qi Sea, he had an internal qi comparable to the peak of the Qi Sea realm.

"You're looking for death."

The bald old man shouted angrily and stepped forward. The figure flew up like an eagle in an instant, and fell from the sky in the next moment.

"Square Fist."

The air around him suddenly constricted, and it seemed to be completely sealed in a square space, enveloping Mo Wen's entire body.

Simple punch. But it contains countless mysteries of martial arts.

"High-level martial arts."

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows, it was the first time he had met an ancient martial artist who could display high-level martial arts.

Martial arts that can reach the upper level have some special effects. For example, Mo Wen's Overlord Fist. It has the effect of spiritual coercion, and the punch is domineering. Unstoppable.

The martial arts displayed by the bald old man are also high-level martial arts. The martial arts, called Sifang Fist, seemed to have the ability to block space.

Once cast, it will be difficult for the enemy to dodge the envelope of the Quad Fist.

However, the martial arts that can be leveled are all very precious and rare martial arts, and ordinary ancient martial arts forces do not have such a profound martial arts inheritance at all.

Old man Zhou, the head of the Zhoujia Villa, although he had the cultivation of the Baodan realm, he had not cultivated the rank of martial arts.

A touch of interest rose in Mo Wen's heart, he had never known much about the ancient martial forces in this world, and he had never seen some martial arts in this world. He wanted to know which of the two worlds was more prosperous in martial arts.

He didn't use any martial arts to confront the bald old man, but within an inch, he showed an inch of walking.

The square fist does not give any enemy a chance to dodge, so he just goes the other way, relying on the subtlety of inch walking, to resolve the effect of the opponent's martial arts.

Martial arts can only progress in the contest of martial arts, and Mo Wen is an expert in this way.

An inch under your feet, a thousand miles on the ground.

Mo Wen's figure kept flashing between square inches, up and down, left and right, and one after another afterimages were produced and shattered, shattered and generated.

No matter how the bald old man's square fist blocked the space, it couldn't lock Mo Wen, punch after punch, and he didn't even touch Mo Wen's edge.

"Boy, do you dare to work hard with the old man, what is it to hide around, are you the eighth king of the turtle?"

The bald old man really couldn't stand it anymore, and the consumption of his internal qi by using the Sifang Fist was too great, and after only half a pillar of incense, his internal qi was consumed by nearly half, and his breath began to be disordered.

And Mo Wen seemed to be strolling leisurely, with a calm breath, not in a hurry.

If this continues, one will continue to consume, and the other will preserve his strength, and sooner or later he will be defeated in the hands of Mo Wen due to the lack of internal qi.

"You think I won't dare to touch you?"

Mo Wen's figure flashed, and he moved five feet out of thin air, just right to dodge the bald old man's punch.

He hooked the corners of his mouth, but he no longer dodged, but stood calmly in place.

The corner of the bald old man's mouth hooked up a sneer, and he unleashed his square fist again, slamming into Mo Wen.

The young man is a young man after all, and he is still too tender, thinking that he just fought hard with him and not falling behind, so he thought that he could not do it with him.

Before, it was just a casual punch in his hand, and he didn't show martial arts, but now, with the Sifang Fist, the strength of the fist has doubled, and how can a martial artist in the realm of Qi Sea be able to resist it.

He had already begun to fantasize about the young man being punched and thrown out vomiting blood.

Mo Wen smiled weirdly, and the two palms suddenly closed together, and the two internal qi, one cold and one hot, began to slowly merge...... (To be continued......)