Chapter 1091

"The messenger?"

"I..."

"No one speaks to me!"

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

"No one speaks to you?"

"The emperor has given you the opportunity, so it's no wonder that you can't catch it!"

Looking at the waiter's reluctance to give up the messenger, Mo Wentian's expression suddenly changed, and his voice was full of cold words.

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

Looking at Mo Wentian approaching towards him step by step, the waiter trembled.

"What do I want to do?"

"Of course it's your life!"

Don't ask the sky. The corners of your mouth are slightly raised, and an evil smile spreads instantly.

Although Mo Wentian's face was smiling, his eyes were cold.

A chilly chill, centered on Mo Wentian, instantly spread.

"What on earth does this boy want to do? Does he really not even let the waiter go?"

"Who on earth transmitted what to the waiter?"

"Who is the voice bearer? Come forward!"

"The cultivation of this boy is only in the middle of the king of heaven, and the cultivation of this waiter has also reached the middle of the king of heaven. This boy is so arrogant that he even says he wants to kill the waiter of the store. I think who of them may die?"

"Yes, but there is a little dragon beside the boy, which is comparable to the perfect state of the king of heaven!"

……

The cold voice came, and countless warriors instantly talked.

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

"Boss, who is this messenger?"

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

At this time, phantom sky was full of doubts.

"The messenger is in the 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. He just waited here for the mayor of juancheng to come!"

Don't ask the cold flash in the sky's eyes and the cold voice.

"Boss, this messenger is really hateful!"

"The one you want to kill most should be the messenger!"

Hearing the words, Xiao Jiao nodded, with a flash of light in his eyes. Looking at Mo Wentian, he said in a deep voice.

"This messenger, naturally damn!"

The cold voice sounded, and a cold light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Dragon fist!"

"Death!"

At the next moment, don't ask Tianleng to drink, clench your hands and directly hand.

Just don't ask the sky, but instead of directly falling on the waiter, he shot at a man with cold eyes flashing in his eyes in the crowd.

"Boy, you..."

"What do you want?"

"Tianniu palm, stop it!"

Looking at Mo Wentian rushing towards him, the man looked surprised.

Subconsciously played one by one, and then greeted Mo Wentian with a punch.

"What do I want to do?"

"Shouldn't you know best?"

"What I hate most is the person who plays Yin moves after me. Let's go!"

Mo Wentian looked at the man, and the killing intention in his eyes was undisguised.

At this moment, don't ask the breath on the sky, which soared rapidly, and the power on the fist was even more terrifying.

From a distance, it seems that a dragon phantom appears. The Dragon roars directly at the man, as if to swallow the whole man.

"What does this boy mean? Is the person who transmits the message to the waiter senior brother yuan Jun?"

"What about elder martial brother yuan Jun? Elder martial brother yuan Jun is the peak of the king of heaven. Even if he is only one step away from the king of heaven, will this boy still be the opponent of elder martial brother yuan Jun?"

"Yes, this boy still wants to kill senior brother yuan Jun. with his cultivation in the middle of the heavenly king, I think he is looking for death by himself!"

"Don't forget, there is still the little dragon beside the boy. The little dragon directly killed four disciples of the late king of heaven with one tail!"

……

Looking at the proud figure, countless warriors in the inn talked again.

But they looked at Mo Wentian, but their eyes were full of disdain.

It seems that Mo Wentian is killing himself by suddenly shooting at the yuan army.

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

"I'll let you know it's you who should go!"

At this time, in the eyes of Yuan Jun, the killing intention suddenly became extremely terrible.

With a flash of his figure, he greeted Mo Wentian with a fist.

"Mole ants, don't make unnecessary struggles!"

"Die!"

Looking at the yuan army who greeted him, don't ask the corners of the mouth, suddenly raised a smile of evil radian.

The next moment, Mo Wentian accelerated his speed, and with a flash of his figure, his body skillfully avoided the palm, and a punch directly hit yuan Jun's head.

Watching Mo Wentian punch his head, Yuan Jun had a bad feeling in his heart.

Even, on the figure of Mo Wentian in the middle of the heavenly king, he felt a breath of death coming towards him.

"Boy, you..."

"No..."

"Ah..."

……

Screams rang out, don't ask the speed of the sky, fast to the extreme, the yuan army even had no time to avoid.

Mo Wentian punched him directly on the head.

"Bang..."

The next moment, a burst sound sounded, and Yuan Jun's head exploded directly. Red and white things were instantly shot everywhere.

A strong smell of blood, but also instantly diffuse, people can't help but want to vomit.

"Dead, brother yuan Jun is dead, and this boy actually killed brother yuan Jun?"

"This boy is too terrible. Elder martial brother yuan Jun is a martial artist who is about to enter the realm of heavenly perfection. In front of him, he didn't even have time to dodge, and he was smashed with a direct punch!"

"It's really too evil. Elder martial brother yuan Jun is really pathetic, but he wants to send a message to keep this boy. When the city Lord comes, he can take credit in front of the city Lord, but he didn't expect..."

"One punch can kill a strong man who is comparable to the perfection of the king of heaven. This boy's cultivation must be more than the middle stage of the king of heaven!"

"Yes, this boy must have hidden his cultivation!"

……

The rich smell of blood came, and countless figures came back from the shock.

Looking at the proud figure, their eyes were full of impressiveness.

Yuan Jun died in the hands of Mo Wentian. At this moment, none of them dared to underestimate Mo Wentian.

Especially the waiter, looking at Mo Wentian at the moment, his eyes were full of fear, and his body could not help shaking at this moment.

"Boss, someone is coming!"

At this time, a cold light flashed in Xiao Jiao's eyes and said in a deep voice.