Chapter 1091: Someone Comes

"The person who transmitted the sound?"

"I……"

"No one sent me a sound transmission!"

Hearing this, the shop clerk was stunned for a while, and then pretended to be calm.

"No one sent you a voice transmission?"

"This emperor has given you the opportunity, if you can't grasp it, you can't blame this emperor!"

Seeing that the waiter was unwilling to confess the voice transmission person, Mo Wentian's expression suddenly changed, and his voice was full of cold words.

"Boy, you... what do you want to do?"

Seeing Mo Wentian approaching him step by step, the waiter said tremblingly.

"What do I want to do?"

"Of course it's killing you!"

Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and a wicked smile spread instantly.

Although Mo Wentian had a smile on his face, his eyes were extremely cold.

An eerie chill, centered on Mo Wentian, spread instantly.

"What on earth does this kid want to do? Could it be that he really won't let the waiter off the shop?"

"Who on earth transmitted what to the waiter?"

"Whoever transmitted the sound, stand up!"

"This kid's cultivation is only at the mid-stage of the Heavenly King, and the cultivation of the waiter has also reached the middle-stage of the Heavenly King. This kid is so arrogant that he even said that he wants to take the life of the shop's Xiaoer. I don't know which of them will die? "

"That's right, but beside that kid, there is that little dragon, and that little dragon is comparable to the perfection of a heavenly king!"

...

The cold voice came, and countless warriors started to discuss in an instant.

They looked at Mo Wentian, their eyes full of surprise.

"Boss, who is this voice transmission person?"

"What did he pass on to the waiter, so that the waiter suddenly changed his story?"

At this moment, Huantian's voice full of doubts came.

"The voice transmission person is among the crowd!"

"As for what you said, it's just to let the waiter find a way to hold us back, so that we can't leave, and wait here for the city lord of Juancheng to come!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, and he said in a cold voice.

"Boss, this sound transmission person is really hateful!"

"The person you want to kill the most should be this voice transmission person!"

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao nodded his head, a gleam flashed in his eyes, looked at Mo Wentian, and said in a deep voice.

"This voice transmission person, of course deserves to die!"

An icy voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with an incomparably cold light.

"Shenlong Fist!"

"die!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian let out a cold shout, clenched his hands into fists, and shot directly.

It's just that Mo Wentian's punch didn't land directly on the shop waiter, but towards a man in the crowd with gloomy glints in his eyes.

"Boy, you..."

"What do you want?"

"Tianniu's palm, block it for me!"

Seeing Mo Wentian blasting towards him, the man's face was full of shock.

Subconsciously punched out one seal formula after another, and then greeted Mo Wentian with a punch.

"What do I want to do?"

"Aren't you supposed to know best?"

"What I hate the most are people who play tricks in the future, let's get on the road!"

Mo Wentian looked at the man, the murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised.

At this moment, Mo Wentian's aura surged rapidly, and the power above that fist was even more terrifying and boundless.

From a distance, it seemed that a phantom of a dragon appeared, and the dragon roared directly at the man, as if it wanted to swallow the man whole.

"What does this kid mean by this? Could it be that the person who transmitted the sound to the shop boy is Senior Brother Yuan Jun?"

"So what if it's Senior Brother Yuanjun? Senior Brother Yuanjun is the peak of the Heavenly King, even if he is a strong man who is only one step away from the Heavenly King, how could this kid still be the opponent of Senior Brother Yuanjun?"

"That's right, this kid still wants to kill Senior Brother Yuan Jun, just because of his mid-day king cultivation, I think he's looking for death on his own!"

"Don't forget, beside that kid, there is still that little dragon. That little dragon directly whipped to death the four late-stage disciples of the Heavenly King with one tail!"

...

Seeing the figure standing proudly, countless warriors in the inn began to discuss again.

It's just that they looked at Mo Wentian with disdain in their eyes.

It seems that Mo Wentian's sudden attack on the Yuan army is asking for his own destruction.

"Boy, just because you want to kill me?"

"I'll let you know that it's you who should be on the road!"

At this moment, in Yuan Jun's eyes, the killing intent suddenly became extremely terrifying.

With a flash of his figure, he directly greeted Mo Wentian's punch with a palm.

"Ants, don't make unnecessary struggles!"

"Die!"

Seeing the Yuan army coming up to meet him, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth suddenly curled into an evil smile.

The next moment, Mo Wentian accelerated his speed, his figure flashed, his body deftly dodged the palm, and the punch directly hit Yuan Jun's head.

Seeing Mo Wentian punching his head with a punch, Yuan Jun felt a bad feeling in his heart.

Even, on the figure of Mo Wentian, the middle-stage king, he felt a breath of death enveloping him.

"Boy, you..."

"No……"

"ah……"

...

A series of screams sounded, and Mo Wentian's speed was so fast that Yuan Jun didn't even have time to dodge.

Mo Wentian punched directly on his head.

"boom……"

The next moment, there was a sound of explosion, and Yuan Jun's head exploded directly, and red and white things shot out instantly.

A strong smell of blood also permeated in an instant, making people want to vomit.

"Dead, Senior Brother Yuan Jun is dead, this kid actually beheaded Senior Brother Yuan Jun?"

"This kid is too scary. Brother Yuan Jun is a martial artist who is about to enter the realm of Heavenly King Consummation. In front of him, he didn't even have time to dodge, and he was smashed to pieces with a single punch!"

"It's too monstrous. Brother Yuan Jun is really pitiful, but he just wanted to send a message to keep this kid, and wait until the Lord City Lord comes, so that he can claim credit in front of the Lord City Lord, but he didn't expect..."

"One punch kills a strong man who is comparable to the perfection of a heavenly king. This kid's cultivation must not exceed the middle stage of a heavenly king!"

"That's right, this kid must have hidden his cultivation!"

...

There was a strong smell of blood, and countless figures came back to their senses from the astonishment.

Looking at the proudly standing figure, their eyes were full of impressive expressions.

The Yuan army died at the hands of Mo Wentian, at this moment, none of them dared to underestimate Mo Wentian.

Especially the shop waiter, looking at Mo Wentian at this moment, his eyes were full of fear, and his body couldn't help shaking at this moment.

"Boss, someone is coming!"

At this moment, an incomparably cold light flashed in Xiaojiao's eyes, and he said in a deep voice.