"The messenger?"
"I… "
"No one sent me a message!"
Hearing this, the waiter was stunned for a while, and then pretended to be calm.
"No one sent you a message?"
"I have given you the opportunity. If you can't seize it, it's my fault!"
Seeing that the waiter was unwilling to reveal the person who carried the message, Mo Wentian's expression suddenly changed, and his voice was full of coldness.
"Boy, you... what do you want to do?"
Seeing Mo Wentian approaching him step by step, the waiter said with a trembling body.
"What do I want to do?"
"Of course I'll take your life!"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and an evil smile spread instantly.
Although Mo Wentian had a smile on his face, his eyes were extremely cold.
A cold chill spread instantly, centered on Mo Wentian.
"What on earth does this kid want to do? Is it true that he won't even let the waiter off?"
"Who on earth transmitted the message to the waiter?"
"Whoever sent the message should come forward!"
"This boy's cultivation is only at the middle stage of a Heavenly King, and the cultivation of this waiter has also reached the middle stage of a Heavenly King. This boy is so arrogant that he even said he wants to take the life of the waiter. I don't know who among them will die? "
"That's right, but beside that boy, there is that little dragon. That little dragon is comparable to the perfection of the King of Heaven!"
…
A cold voice came, and countless warriors started discussing in an instant.
They looked at Mo Wentian, their eyes full of surprise.
"Boss, who is this messenger?"
"What did he tell the waiter that made him suddenly change his story?"
At this moment, Huantian's doubtful voice came.
"This person who is carrying the message is among this crowd!"
"As for what he said, he just asked the waiter to find a way to hold us back so that we can't leave and wait here for the lord of Juancheng to arrive!"
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly and he said coldly.
"Boss, this messenger is really disgusting!"
"The person you want to kill most should be the person who transmits the message!"
Hearing this, Xiaojiao nodded, with a flash of light in his eyes, he looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
"The person who conveyed the message should certainly die!"
A cold voice sounded, and an extremely cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Shenlong Fist!"
"die!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian shouted coldly, made fists with both hands, and took action directly.
It's just that Mo Wentian's punch did not land directly on the waiter, but instead hit a man in the crowd with a cold look in his eyes.
"Boy, you..."
"What do you want to do?"
"Beetle Palm, stop me!"
Seeing Mo Wentian blasting towards him, the man's face was full of shock.
He subconsciously punched out the seals one by one, and then greeted Mo Wentian's punch.
"What do I want to do?"
"Shouldn't you know best?"
"What I hate the most is people who play dirty tricks on me. Let's get on with it!"
Mo Wentian looked at the man, the killing intent in his eyes undisguised.
At this moment, the aura on Mo Wentian's body surged rapidly, and the power on his fist was even more terrifying.
From a distance, it seemed that a phantom of a divine dragon appeared. The divine dragon roared directly at the man, as if it was going to devour the man entirely.
"What does this kid mean by this? Could it be that the person who is transmitting the message to the waiter is Senior Brother Yuanjun?"
"So what if it's Senior Brother Yuanjun? Senior Brother Yuanjun is at the peak of the Heavenly King. Even if he is a strong man who is only one step away from the Heavenly King, can this kid still be Senior Brother Yuanjun's opponent?"
"That's right, this kid still wants to kill Brother Yuan Jun. With his cultivation in the middle stage of Heavenly King, I think he is looking for death!"
"Don't forget, there is that little dragon next to that kid. That little dragon whipped four disciples of the late Heavenly King to death with one tail!"
…
Seeing that figure standing proudly, countless warriors in the inn started discussing again.
But when they looked at Mo Wentian, their eyes were full of disdain.
It seemed that Mo Wentian was seeking his own destruction by suddenly attacking the Yuan army.
"Boy, do you want to kill me?"
"I'll let you know you're the one to hit the road!"
At this moment, the murderous intention suddenly appeared in Yuan Jun's eyes, which was extremely terrifying.
The figure flashed, and a palm was directed towards Mo Wentian's punch.
"Ant, don't struggle needlessly!"
"Die!"
Looking at the Yuan army coming towards him to greet him, Mo Wentian's lips suddenly curved into an evil smile.
The next moment, Mo Wentian sped up, his figure dodged, his body skillfully avoided the palm, and he punched Yuan Jun directly on the head.
Seeing Mo Wentian punch his head, Yuan Jun felt a bad premonition in his heart.
Even when he was above the figure of Mo Wentian, the middle-stage Heavenly King, he felt an aura of death approaching him.
"Boy, you..."
"No… "
"ah… "
…
Screams rang out one after another. Mo Wentian's speed was so fast that the Yuan army had no time to dodge.
Mo Wentian punched him directly on the head.
"boom… "
The next moment, there was an explosion sound, Yuan Jun's head exploded, and red and white things shot out in all directions instantly.
A strong smell of blood also spread instantly, making people want to gag.
"Dead, Senior Brother Yuanjun is dead, this guy actually killed Senior Brother Yuanjun?"
"This kid is too scary. Senior Brother Yuanjun is a warrior who is about to enter the realm of the Heavenly King. In front of him, he didn't even have time to dodge, and was blown to pieces with just one punch!"
"It's really too evil. Senior Brother Yuanjun is really pitiful. He just wanted to send a message to keep this kid until the Lord of the City comes so that he can claim credit in front of the Lord of the City. But he didn't expect..."
"One punch kills a strong man who is as good as the King of Heaven. This kid's cultivation level must be more than the mid-level of the King of Heaven!"
"That's right, this kid must be hiding his cultivation!"
…
The strong smell of blood came, and countless figures came back to their senses from the shock.
Looking at that proud figure, their eyes were filled with awe-inspiring looks.
The Yuan army all died in the hands of Mo Wentian. At this moment, no one among them dared to underestimate Mo Wentian in the slightest.
Especially the waiter in the shop, looking at Mo Wentian at this moment, his eyes were full of fear, and his body could not help but tremble at this moment.
"Boss, someone is coming!"
At this moment, an extremely cold light flashed in Xiaojiao's eyes, and he said in a deep voice.