Chapter 1183 Not Weak

"Boss, what about me?"

"Should I take action now and smoke all the offal of the Tianniu clan into scum?"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao's eyes instantly lit up with an incomparably bright light.

The billowing aura on his body gave him an urge to come out violently.

"These Tianniu people are not weak!"

"Don't attack them yet, let me test the strength of this old bastard first!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed an incomparably cold light.

As for Xiao Jiao's meaning, how could Mo Wentian not understand that this is Xiao Jiao's desire to fight.

The other disciples of the Tianniu tribe were fine, but Mo Wentian, the fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe, always felt that it was not easy.

"Boss..."

Hearing this, the expression on Xiaojiao's face instantly dimmed.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Shenlong Fist!"

The next moment, the voice of cold drinking sounded, and Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, he punched and directly greeted the thousand-foot seal in the void.

Following Mo Wentian's punch, Mo Wentian's power instantly soared.

On top of Mo Wentian's fist, there was a dragon howling madly.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Boy, you, a little Heavenly King in the late stage, actually punched directly to resist the elder's Tianniu seal. I don't think you know what it means to be smashed!"

Seeing that Mo Wentian didn't use any artifacts, but just greeted him with a punch, Jiang Jinfeng suddenly laughed wildly.

The mocking voice followed closely.

At this moment, Jiang Jinfeng seemed to see something funny, which made him laugh uncontrollably.

One must know that although Mo Wentian's cultivation has broken through a small realm, it is only the later stage of the Heavenly King.

In the general late stage of the king, let alone in front of a half-step mid-stage emperor like Jiang Jinfeng, even in front of the consummation of the king, they are just ants.

The original Jiang Jinfeng was a little afraid of the terrifying power of the time roulette controlled by Mo Wentian's rumors.

But at this moment, seeing Mo Wentian just greet him with a punch, Jiang Jinfeng was very happy.

From his point of view, Mo Wentian would surely die under his Heavenly Bull Seal, and as for the time roulette, Mo Wentian didn't even have the chance to use it.

Moreover, a thought arose in his heart, that is, after Mo Wentian died, the legendary time roulette, an artifact that surpassed the king level, would belong to him.

"That's right, this kid is really overestimated. The fourth elder is a strong man in the middle stage of the emperor. He just punched him like this. Isn't it courting death?"

"Don't say that the fourth elder uses the Tianniu seal, even if the fourth elder fights him, I think this kid will be smashed to pieces!"

"Arrogance always has a price to pay for arrogance!"

"This kid, he must be beheaded and let a monster pretend to be our Fourth Elder. This is simply despising our Tianniu clan and the Fourth Elder!"

...

Following Jiang Jinfeng's incomparably cold voice, the disciples of the Tianniu Clan looked at Mo Wentian with gloomy faces, and the murderous intent in their eyes was not concealed at all.

"The taste of crushing?"

"Old bastard, I am afraid that this emperor will not be able to experience the taste of being crushed. It is you who will have a deep understanding!"

Listening to the discussions, Mo Wentian's expression was extremely indifferent.

But at the next moment, he seemed to think of something. Looking at Jiang Jinfeng, Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with a terrifying coldness.

After finishing speaking, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and punched Jiang Jinfeng directly.

"Tianniu seal!"

"Suppress me!"

And seeing Mo Wentian's figure speeding towards him, Jiang Jinfeng was not to be outdone, and once again played seals one by one in his hand.

As he punched out the seals one by one, the aura on the thousands of feet long beetle seal became more and more terrifying.

At the same time, the breath on Jiang Jinfeng's body also skyrocketed, and the terrifying power burst out even more violently in an instant.

"boom……"

There was a violent collision sound.

In the void, Mo Wentian's punch directly hit the bull mark that day.

The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure flew upside down.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Mo Wentian's mouth.

In an instant, Mo Wentian's face also turned pale.

On the other hand, Jiang Jinfeng, the Fourth Elder of the Tianniu Clan, stood proudly in place, not even moving a step.

It seems that at this moment, he has not suffered the slightest injury.

"Boss..."

"Boss..."

But looking at the scene of Mo Wentian, two figures flashed and appeared beside Mo Wentian in an instant.

"Don't worry, I'm fine!"

Looking at Xiaojiao and Huantian who appeared beside him, Mo Wentian grinned slightly, and said with a relaxed face.

"This old bastard's physique is so strong!"

Mo Wentian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, looking at Jiang Jinfeng in front of him, his eyes were full of surprise.

Mo Wentian thought that one punch would be enough to block Jiang Jinfeng's Tianniu seal, but he didn't expect that Jiang Jinfeng's physique was so strong.

This was indeed somewhat beyond Mo Wentian's expectations, Mo Wentian couldn't help but secretly said in his heart.

"Boss, let me fight with you and kill this old bastard!"

The next moment, Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian, the killing intent in his eyes was boundless and terrifying, and the momentum on his body was about to increase even more.

"Little Jiao, this Emperor knows that you are worried about me!"

"Don't worry, the Emperor hasn't made a move yet. If I use the Heaven Devouring Sword and the Time Roulette, this old bastard will definitely die!"

"You and Huantian still have your tasks!"

Hearing Xiaojiao's words, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with complicated light.

But the next moment, there was a slight grin at the corner of his mouth, with an extremely relaxed attitude on his face.

"Boss..."

Hearing this, the killing intent in Xiaojiao's eyes suddenly disappeared.

He wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"Boy, how are you doing?"

"How does this elder's Tianniu 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 at all!"

"That's right, the strength that the Fourth Elder used is only five or six cities away, and this kid can't stop it!"

"You don't even look at what this kid's cultivation base is, this kid is an ant in the late stage of Heavenly King!"

"Ants in the late stage of the king of heaven, if they can block the move of the fourth elder, it is already very good!"

...

Jiang Jinfeng's arrogant voice sounded, and the disciples of the Tianniu clan also recovered from their daze.

Countless figures looked at Mo Wentian with their eyes, and couldn't help discussing.