"Old Shenzhu, if Mo Wentian wants to improve his cultivation, he still needs your and my help!"
"When they enter the Shentian Mountains for training this time, we should also do what we should do!"
The old man from ancient books looked at the old man from Shenzhu, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice.
"Um!"
"The improvement of Mo Wentian's cultivation is not only a matter for our divine world, not only a matter for our divine clan, but also a matter for our entire heavenly world!"
After taking a long breath, the old man Shenzhu's eyes flashed with a faint light, and he lowered his voice.
Mo Wentian has that person's bloodline. If Mo Wentian awakens that person's bloodline, Mo Wentian's strength will not increase by a factor.
The man in the demon world could no longer hold himself back. This man was a strong man left behind millions of years ago. It was simply impossible for him to compete with the old man from the ancient book.
The only person who could compete with him was Mo Wentian, and they pinned all their hopes on Mo Wentian.
"Mo Wentian, I..."
"I surrender!"
At this moment, on the stage, the disciple who was blasted away by Mo Wentian knelt down to Mo Wentian.
Looking at Mo Wentian, a hint of fear rose in his eyes.
He was scared, he was really scared, the punch Mo Wentian just punched was really terrifying!
If Mo Wentian hadn't shown mercy, he would have been killed long ago.
"You give up?"
"Didn't you say it's impossible for you to admit defeat?"
"What? Is this a slap in the face so fast?"
Seeing the disciple admitting defeat to him, Mo Wentian's lips curled up slightly.
Mo Wentian has not forgotten that before the war started, this disciple swore that he would never admit defeat to Mo Wentian.
But let them fight for just one move, and the disciple surrendered to him.
In fact, Mo Wentian expected that this disciple would admit defeat. This disciple's cultivation level was above his, but in terms of strength, this disciple was not even a little bit different from him.
"Admit defeat? Is this disciple still admitting defeat?"
"He won't admit defeat. If he fights again, he will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die!"
"Yes, if I were him, I would also be willing to admit defeat. Mo Wentian's strength is really too strong!"
"How can Mo Wentian be human here? He is simply a monster!"
"If this person admits defeat, Mo Wentian will fight with Senior Brother Xiao Feng. I wonder if Senior Brother Xiao Feng will be his opponent!"
…
Seeing that disciple admit defeat, countless disciples from the Divine Heaven Realm began to discuss.
They didn't feel surprised that this disciple had given up.
After all, Mo Wentian's strength was too strong. The moment Mo Wentian's Divine Dragon Fist was released, the immense pressure of the Divine Dragon was not something they could withstand.
If this person admits defeat, Mo Wentian will fight Xiao Feng. At this moment, countless disciples of the Divine Heaven Realm are looking forward to the battle between Mo Wentian and Xiao Feng.
"Boss's strength seems to be stronger than before!"
At this moment, Xiao Jiao, who was under the ring, looked at Mo Wentian on the ring, with a bright light rising in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.
"Yes, although the boss's cultivation has not improved, his strength has improved a lot!"
"The current Heavenly Emperor Perfect Warrior can be killed easily!"
Huantian looked at Mo Wentian and agreed with Xiaojiao's words.
Mo Wentian refined the demon elixir that resembles no demonic beast. Although his cultivation level has not improved, it is not difficult to see that Mo Wentian's strength has improved a lot in these several arenas where Mo Wentian competed.
"Mo Wentian, since this disciple has admitted defeat, you will fight Xiao Feng!"
"Whoever wins the battle between you and Xiao Feng will get the last place to enter the Shentian Mountains for training!"
The old man Shenzhu looked at Mo Wentian, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and said coldly.
"Lord Shenzhu, this training quota must be mine!"
A sonorous and powerful voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were full of determination.
"Mo Wentian is too confident. He actually directly said that this spot belongs to him. He doesn't take Senior Brother Xiao Feng seriously at all!"
"Mo Wentian has always been very arrogant, but he also has the capital to be arrogant!"
"Senior brother Xiao Feng is not weak. If Mo Wentian wants to defeat him, I'm afraid it won't be that easy!"
"Senior Brother Xiao Feng is very angry with this person. Senior Brother Xiao Feng will definitely fight with all his strength. It is not certain whether Mo Wentian can win!"
"This battle is getting more and more exciting, let's see who is the final winner!"
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As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, countless disciples of the Divine Heaven Realm instantly exploded.
But even though Mo Wentian was so arrogant at the moment, some disciples actually felt that Mo Wentian was capable of arrogance.
Mo Wentian's strength is terrifying, and this is Mo Wentian's arrogant capital.
Xiao Feng's voice among the disciples in the Divine Heaven Realm is not small, and this person's strength is not necessarily weaker than Mo Wentian. They are looking forward to this battle.
"Mo Wentian, you are so confident!"
"It's just that you just saw that disciple slapped in the face, I'm afraid you will be slapped in the face soon too!"
Listening to these discussions, Xiao Feng's eyes suddenly shrank.
Xiao Feng walked towards the ring and looked at Mo Wentian. Xiao Feng could not hide his anger in his eyes.
"This emperor has always been very confident!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiao Feng with an extremely indifferent expression.
"You have always been very confident. Do you know that overconfidence is arrogance?"
"Arrogant people never end well!"
Seeing Mo Wentian's indifferent expression, as if he didn't take him seriously at all, Xiao Feng had a cold light in his eyes and said coldly.
"Yeah?"
"But I feel that this person with such a bad state of mind will not get much better in the end!"
"Xiao Feng, it is impossible for you to win against me with your strength, and with your poor state of mind, it is even more impossible for you to win against me!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiao Feng, a glint flashed in his eyes, and said coldly.
At this moment, Mo Wentian's expression became even colder.
Xiao Feng's strength is actually quite good, at least among people with the same level of cultivation as him, Xiao Feng's strength is still very good, even a bit stronger than Han Yuan.
But this person has a shortcoming, that is, his mood is too bad. As everyone knows, in a battle between warriors with equal strength, the one who is in a good mood is often the winner.
"Impossible to win against you?"
"Mo Wentian, don't forget our bet!"
"If I defeat you, you will be at my mercy!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, a complicated look flashed in Xiao Feng's eyes, and he shouted coldly.
Mo Wentian and Xiao Feng had already made a bet. If they fight, if Mo Wentian loses, Xiao Feng will do whatever he wants.
And if Xiao Feng loses, he will be recognized as the boss, and Xiao Feng will become his younger brother like Duan Qi.
In Xiao Feng's view, it was impossible for Mo Wentian to win over him.
"This Emperor will never forget!"
"After all, I am still waiting for you to be my little brother!"
Hearing Xiao Feng's words, Mo Wentian's mouth curled up slightly and even raised a slight arc.
"After the arena battle, you still have to enter the Shentian Mountains to practice, so don't waste time!"
At this moment, the old man Shenzhu looked at Mo Wentian and Xiao Feng and said coldly.
"Yes, Lord Shenzhu!"
Hearing this, Xiao Feng didn't hesitate at all and quickly agreed.
At this moment, the aura on Xiao Feng's body increased rapidly.
"Xiao Feng, it seems that you already want to fight with me!"
"Come on, let me see how powerful you are!"
Seeing the surge of aura on Xiao Feng's body, Mo Wentian's expression instantly turned cold.