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Chapter 77 What Can You Do To Me?

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

"Master, that Qin Xiaoyou seems to be at odds with Mo Wen. They were arguing at the stairs just now."

A young man walked into the box and reported respectfully.

"Do you know why you can only be a servant?"

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

The young man did not dare to speak, but looked at Su Boyu with puzzled eyes.

"Because of this place?" Su Boyu pointed to his head and said coldly: "If you were smarter, you wouldn't have to follow me every day."

The young man looked slightly shocked when he heard this, but he did not dare to say anything. Su Boyu's words were almost like telling him in disguise that your future is limited and he will not focus on training you in the future.

"Qin Xiaoyou is a smart woman. She just wanted to put on a show for me. But unfortunately, she is still a little naive. No matter what relationship she has with Mo Wen, it can't change my determination to attack Mo Wen.

.The more she hides it, the less I can make Mo Wen feel better."

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Su Boyu's mouth, and he playfully played with an emerald ring on his finger. Usually, people who looked down on him would not end well.

A cold sweat broke out on the young man's forehead, and he realized that there were still twists and turns inside.

"Really? I want to see what you can do to me."

A sudden voice suddenly sounded in the box, and at some point, there was someone inside, a young man who was as calm as water.

"Don't ask!"

Su Boyu's pupils shrank slightly. He had not noticed how Mo Wen came in just now. Although he was not an ancient warrior, the young man next to him was an ancient warrior in the late Neixi realm, but he had not noticed any trace of Mo Wen.

"Standing in front of you now, tell me what you want to do with me."

Mo Wen's lips curled up with a hint of coldness, and he walked towards Su Boyu unhurriedly.

The young man who was standing with his hands hanging down changed slightly when he heard this. He was in the room and didn't notice when Mo Wen came in. His duty was to protect the young master. Strictly speaking, he had derelict in his duty.

"Mo Wen, you are quite brave, but don't think that because you know a few ancient martial arts, no one can do anything to you."

Although Su Boyu was startled, he soon calmed down. As far as he knew, Mo Wen was only an ancient warrior in the late stage of Nei Qi realm, and the bodyguards around him were also in the late stage of Nei Qi realm, so he was not afraid of Mo Wen.

Naturally, the young man couldn't let Mo Wen get close to Su Boyu, so he took action immediately. He stepped forward and punched Mo Wen straight in the face.

After knowing Mo Wen's background, he did not dare to hold back, and directly exerted all his strength, his inner energy surged, and before his fist came, a sharp cold wind hit his face.

Mo Wen looked at the fist heading straight for the door. Without blinking, he casually stretched out a palm and firmly caught the young man's fist.

The young man only felt a surge of strength, like an attack on cotton.

"You're still a little behind. It's better for that guy hiding in the dark to come out and give it a try."

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 he stopped, but he fell to the ground and could not get up.

"You...you ruined my martial arts..."

The young man struggled to get up, his eyes full of fear and despair, because he discovered that there were two different internal forces pouring into his body just now, one cold and one hot, extremely overbearing, crushing his inner energy.

, and under the alternation of hot and cold, all the meridians in his body were destroyed.

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

Among ancient warriors, destroying one's martial arts is definitely the most cruel method. Some people would rather die than lose the skills they have cultivated for decades.

Mo Wen didn't even look at the young man. His expression remained calm, but he didn't continue to take action, as if he was waiting for something.

After a week of practice, combined with the medicines left behind by the Ming Cult, he had already reached the peak of the late stage of inner breath, half-stepped into the realm of Tongmai, and practiced three supreme martial arts at the same time, and his inner energy was comparable to that of the early stage of Tongmai realm.

Ancient warrior.

A mere ancient warrior in the late stage of Neixi poses no threat to him at all.

Mo Wen doesn't want to cause trouble, because he knows that his current cultivation level is still low and his abilities are not enough, so he may not have enough ability to protect himself. But not causing trouble does not mean that he is afraid of trouble. Su Boyu's repeated provocations have offended him.

bottom line.

Su Boyu's face changed when he saw that the young man could not move away from Mo Wen and was useless. However, he did not panic and remained as calm as ever.

"Young man, you are too murderous and not suitable for practicing martial arts."

Behind the screen in the box, a figure walked out quietly, standing behind Su Boyu like a wooden stake, but his eyes were always fixed on Mo Wen. A vague air pressure emanated from him, shrouding Mo Wen in the distance.

Ask yourself.

The man was about forty or fifty years old. He was wearing a Chinese tunic suit and was quite tall. He stood like a tree trunk behind Su Boyu.

"Rely on the old and sell the old."

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

At that time, Mo Wen was a master of martial arts, which made other warriors who were in the Fetus Breath realm shy away. He was called a master in the martial arts world.

At the Tongmai realm, one can be considered a fledgling at best. Without the cultivation of the Qihai realm, one cannot even be said to be a warrior in the true sense.

"Hmph, don't think that no one can cure you if you have some skills. Since you like to cripple martial arts so much, then I will cripple you too."

Mo Wen mocked him in front of him, and the middle-aged man was a little embarrassed. With a cold snort, he leaped up and pounced on Mo Wen like an eagle catching a chicken.

He didn't believe that an ancient warrior in the inner breath realm could defeat him.

There is a difference in realm, but the difference in strength is not just a slight difference. A slight difference can make a huge difference. This is the truth.

It is extremely rare for a warrior to cross a realm and defeat his opponent. Only those super geniuses can do it.

A claw fell from the air, and five qi energy vaguely spit out from the fingertips. Although the ancient warriors in the Tongmai realm were unable to release their inner qi and take people's lives a hundred steps away, they could initially use their inner qi.

The mystery of anger is amazing.

Mo Wen stretched out his hand into the void with an expressionless face, and an invisible ripple spread out with him as the center. The body of the middle-aged man flying in the air suddenly stagnated, and the claw that was grabbing at Mo Wen strangely deviated from the direction.

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

At this time, he made an empty move, and the old strength had not been eliminated, and the new strength had not yet been generated, so he had no time to react.

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

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

Phew~

The terrible concussion force knocked out the middle-aged man's internal injuries, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably.

But the strange thing is that his palm is still sucked 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.


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