"Boss, what about me?"
"Should I take action right now and beat all the bastards from the Tianniu Clan to smithereens?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao's eyes instantly glowed with an extremely bright light.
The billowing aura on his body had the urge to come out violently.
"These people from the Longniu Clan are not weak in strength!"
"Don't attack them yet, let me test this old bastard's strength first!"
An extremely cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
As for what Xiaojiao meant, how could Mo Wentian not understand that Xiaojiao wanted to fight.
The other disciples of the Tianniu clan were fine, but Mo Wentian, the fourth elder of the Tianniu clan, always felt that it was not easy.
"Boss..."
Hearing this, the expression on Xiaojiao's face dimmed instantly.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Shenlong Fist!"
The next moment, a cold shout sounded. Without any hesitation, Mo Wentian punched out and went directly towards the thousands-foot seal in the void to greet it.
Following Mo Wentian's punch, Mo Wentian's power surged instantly.
Above Mo Wentian's fist, there was a dragon roaring crazily.
"Ha ha ha ha… "
"Boy, you, a little late-stage Heavenly King, actually punched out to resist this elder's Heavenly Ox Seal. I think you don't know what it feels like to be crushed!"
Seeing that Mo Wentian didn't use any magic weapon and just punched him, Jiang Jinfeng suddenly laughed wildly.
The sarcastic voice also resounded immediately.
At this moment, Jiang Jinfeng seemed to have seen something funny, which made him laugh uncontrollably.
You know, although Mo Wentian's cultivation has broken through a small realm, it is only the late stage of the Heavenly King.
In the ordinary late stage of the Heavenly King, let alone in front of a strong person like Jiang Jinfeng who is in the middle stage of the Half-Step Heavenly King, even in front of the Heavenly King Consummation, he is just an ant.
Originally, Jiang Jinfeng was a little afraid of the terrifying power of the time roulette that Mo Wentian was rumored to control.
But at this moment, seeing Mo Wentian greet him with just one punch, Jiang Jinfeng felt very happy.
In his opinion, Mo Wentian would definitely die under his Heavenly Niu Seal. As for the time roulette, Mo Wentian didn't even have the chance to use it.
Moreover, an idea also arose in his mind, that is, after Mo Wentian's death, the legendary time roulette, an artifact beyond the king level, would be his.
"That's right, this kid really overestimates his capabilities. The fourth elder is a strong man in the middle stage of the half-step emperor. He just punched him like this. Isn't he looking for death?"
"Don't mention the Fourth Elder using the Heavenly Ox Seal. Even if the Fourth Elder fights with him, I think this kid will be smashed to pieces!"
"Arrogance always has to pay for arrogance!"
"This kid must be killed. Let a monster pretend to be our fourth elder. This is simply contempt for our Tianniu tribe and the fourth elder!"
…
As Jiang Jinfeng's extremely cold voice sounded, the disciples of the Tianniu Clan looked at Mo Wentian with sinister expressions on their faces, and the murderous intent in their eyes was not concealed at all.
"What does it feel like to be crushed?"
"Old bastard, I'm afraid I won't be able to understand the feeling of being crushed. It's you who will understand it deeply!"
Listening to the discussions, Mo Wentian's expression was extremely indifferent.
But the next moment, he seemed to remember something. Looking at Jiang Jinfeng, Mo Wentian's eyes had a terrifying cold light.
After saying that, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all and punched Jiang Jinfeng directly.
"Tianniu Seal!"
"Suppress me!"
Seeing Mo Wentian's figure speeding towards him, Jiang Jinfeng was not to be outdone and once again shot out seals one after another in his hand.
As he played the seals one after another, the breath of the thousands-foot long beetle seal became more and more terrifying.
At the same time, the aura on Jiang Jinfeng's body also surged, and the terrifying power suddenly burst out violently.
"boom… "
There was a violent collision.
In the void, Mo Wentian's punch was seen directly hitting the cow seal that day.
The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure flew out directly.
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Mo Wentian's mouth.
Suddenly, Mo Wentian's face turned pale.
On the opposite side, Jiang Jinfeng, the fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe, stood proudly on the spot without even moving.
It seemed that he was not hurt at all at this moment.
"Boss..."
"Boss..."
Looking at Mo Wentian's scene, two figures flashed and appeared next to Mo Wentian in an instant.
"Don't worry, I'm fine!"
Looking at Xiaojiao and Huantian appearing beside him, Mo Wentian grinned slightly and said with a relaxed expression.
"This old bastard's body is actually so strong!"
Mo Wentian stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Jiang Jinfeng in front of him with a look of surprise in his eyes.
Mo Wentian originally thought that one punch would be enough to block Jiang Jinfeng's Heavenly Ox Seal, but he did not expect that Jiang Jinfeng's body was so strong.
This was indeed somewhat beyond Mo Wentian's expectations, and Mo Wentian couldn't help but secretly thought in his heart.
"Boss, let me work with you to kill this old bastard!"
The next moment, Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian, the murderous intent in his eyes was terrifying, and the aura on his body was about to increase.
"Xiaojiao, I know you are worried about me!"
"Don't worry, I haven't taken action yet. If I use the Sky Devouring Divine Sword and Time Roulette, this old bastard will definitely die!"
"You and Huantian are here with your mission!"
Listening to Xiaojiao's words, a complicated look flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
But the next moment, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, with a very relaxed expression on his face.
"Boss..."
Hearing this, the murderous intent in Xiaojiao's eyes suddenly disappeared.
He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.
"Boy, how are you?"
"How does this elder's beetle seal taste?"
At this moment, Jiang Jinfeng looked at Mo Wentian and said with a proud face.
"Look, that kid Mo Wentian is no match for the Fourth Elder!"
"That's right, the strength the Fourth Elder used is only five or six cities, but this kid can't stop it!"
"Don't even look at this boy's cultivation. This boy is an ant in the late stage of the Heavenly King!"
"An ant in the late stage of the Heavenly King can block this move of the Fourth Elder, which is already very good!"
…
Jiang Jinfeng's arrogant voice sounded, and the disciples of the Tianniu Clan came to their senses from their daze.
Countless figures looked at Mo Wentian and couldn't help but started talking.