Many people were dumbfounded when they heard that Mo Tian actually accepted the invitation to fight.
Even though you were once a genius, your aura now is no different from that of an ordinary person. How can you rival Bao Aotian with such abilities?
Could it be that he is seeking death?
Bao Aotian was also stunned. He felt that Mo Tian should not accept the challenge, but he did not expect that he actually took the initiative to stand up.
"You are seeking death on your own, don't blame me for being cruel." Bao Aotian said through gritted teeth.
"What? Are you going to be cruel?"
Mo Tian was quite surprised: "What else?"
What else?
These three words were said in an understatement, but full of contempt, almost putting Bao Aotian on the verge of explosion.
Mo Tian smiled coldly, and a little breath came out of his body, but he still looked like an ordinary person.
Soon, his aura increased, steadily overpowering Bao Aotian's.
The initial cultivation level of the sixth level is in full bloom.
Feeling this aura, Bao Aotian was dumbfounded. He clearly remembered that Mo Tian was seriously injured. Many people in Jindi concluded that Mo Tian was disabled even if he was not dead, so how could he still have this aura.
If it's fake, it must be a pretense.
"Aotian, don't mess around."
At this time, a middle-aged man came out of the original trading company. Judging from his clothing, he seemed to be a member of the original trading company, and his cultivation level had reached the middle level of the sixth level.
This man has a big belly and deep eyes, which makes him look not simple.
"Father, Mo Tian has gone too far to bully others. If it weren't for him, the child would not be in the state he is today."
Bao Aotian said to the middle-aged man.
This man turned out to be Bao Aotian's father, the leader of the Bao family.
"Aotian, you are wrong. How can he compare with you?"
The middle-aged man looked over coldly, with contempt on his face. His gaze did not pay much attention to Mo Tian: "You are a member of the Golden Emperor. Now that the Golden Emperor is glorious again, he will focus on training you. Since you have said it,
He is a stray dog who just gives people a little hope of living."
The middle-aged man said with a smile, his eyes full of playfulness.
"Hey, where did this old dog come from?"
Mo Tian glanced at the middle-aged man. Not to mention that he looked quite similar to Bao Aotian. He was obviously his biological son. He looked around with a nonchalant look on his face.
Then, Mo Tian looked at Bao Aotian playfully: "Old dog, I stopped you because I was afraid that you would suffer a loss in the hands of my emperor. You little brat, do you still dare to fight?"
"You, you are talking nonsense." Bao Aotian shouted.
Old dog?
Little bastard, what are you talking about?
However, Bao Aotian is not stupid either. The Jin Family Mansion has undergone major changes, his father has been reused, and his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, reaching the mid-sixth level.
His eyesight is naturally no worse than his own, so it is not unreasonable for his father to interrupt him suddenly.
Could it be that Mo Tian was not bluffing and that his sixth level cultivation was real?
Thinking of this, Bao Aotian was shocked.
He was only about to reach level 5, and he had not yet reached level 5. If Mo Tian still had level 6 cultivation, he would not be his opponent.
"Boy, no matter what grudge you have with Aotian, it's best to stop it."
The middle-aged man looked gloomy: "You and I are both at the sixth level of cultivation. If you are stubborn, I can give you a good whip."
"Whip? Do you really think you are a dog?"
Mo Tian's attitude was calm, and he said without sadness or joy: "The little dog doesn't dare to come, but the old dog comes out and gets angry. It doesn't matter, since you, the old dog, took the initiative to come to the door, I will deal with you without any courtesy."
Seeing Mo Tian accept the challenge openly, the other party frowned instantly.
After all, he was in the middle of level six, and his whole body was still in good condition. Could it be that Mo Tian's injuries were all healed?
Mo Tian's injuries were naturally all healed, but he was unable to use his soul power and consciousness, and his bloodline was hidden.
Without soul power and consciousness, you are just blind.
The bloodline is hidden, and the power of the blood element is reduced several times.
Overall, Mo Tian's current combat effectiveness can be said to be pitifully low.
Mo Tian took out his backpack, threw it to Zeng Amei and said, "I am injured, so I can just grab some talismans inside."
Zeng Amei nodded, and the moment Yuanshi entered the backpack, she was dumbfounded.
She hurriedly said: "What level of talisman do you want?"
"Level 6."
"How much do you want to take?"
"One hundred."
"The quantity is not enough."
"What else?"
"There are still hundreds of seventh-level talismans."
"Then take the seventh-level talisman and make up the numbers."
Then, a large number of talismans fell into Mo Tian's hands.
Mo Tian put them in his arms one by one, turned to the middle-aged man and said: "Let's start the war. My time is limited, so we must fight quickly."
The middle-aged man's mouth trembled.
Bao Aotian's mouth trembled.
A group of people were extremely frightened.
Is this a discussion?
This is basically about hitting people with talismans.
In a battle between level 6 warriors, it would be good to get one or two talismans. Your level 6 talisman has fifty or sixty, and your level seven talisman has forty or fifty.
Who dares to compete with you in this posture?
Many people took a deep breath. Is this the kind of wealth a level six existence should have?
It seems that there are many talismans in the backpack.
Things like talismans have always been very popular. How could Mo Tian have so many? Could it be that he robbed the blood pattern master?
Looking at the large number of talismans in Mo Tian's arms, Bao Aotian's father was dumbfounded.
War?
Fighting wool.
Want to be stoned to death?
He might not be able to block any level 6 talisman.
If he used a level seven card, wouldn't it kill him?
In an instant, the middle-aged man's face became gloomy: "What's the point of relying on external objects?"
"Isn't this considered a skill?"
Mo Tian tilted his head and glanced at the other party: "These are all things that this emperor robbed because of his true ability. Isn't it true? You have lived for hundreds of years and you accompany your son to challenge the wounded. Does that count as your ability?"
"If you want to fight, then fight, if not, get out." Mo Tian's eyes swept over him coldly: "I am here today. If you don't accept it, come if you don't accept it. I don't believe that I can't kill you."
All parties were furious, but no one dared to speak out.
"Brother, don't be acquainted with these people. We still have things to do." Zeng Amei came over and walked up to Mo Tian in full view of everyone, without any stage fright.
"Little sister, you actually called him brother. You should call him the God of Plague. It would be better if I were you and left him as soon as possible."
Bao Aotian grinned: "You don't know how many people he killed. During the trip to Qianfu Island, everyone who followed him died, and he was the only one alive."
"This is the result of him causing trouble everywhere. You'd better leave this plague god as soon as possible."
Seeing Zeng Amei, Bao Aotian, who had been humbled by Mo Tian and could not hold his head up, raised his head proudly again.
"Stop talking nonsense here. Believe it or not, your Bao family will not be able to gain a foothold in the Jin Family Mansion." Zeng Amei was angry. Without Mo Tian, she would not be where she is today.
The first time she saw Mo Tian again, she felt that something was wrong with Mo Tian, but she didn't expect that he would be so seriously injured.
"Who do you think you are?"
Faced with Zeng Amei's threat, Bao Aotian said fiercely: "Aren't all the dozen or so people in the group dead? Zhao Shao, Yao Ye, Mo Yu, and more than a dozen people all died because of him. I say he