Chapter 1747

"Boss, these people from the outside world are not weak in cultivation. Can we resist them?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiao Jiao's eyes flashed with light and said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, the purpose of their coming is not us, but fantasy fruit!"

Don't ask the sky what it seems to think of. The corners of your mouth are slightly grinning, raising a radian.

"Boss..."

Hearing the words, Xiao Jiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

"Bang..."

The next moment, a violent sound came, and outside the palace, countless warriors swarmed in.

"Look, there is really someone in this palace!"

"The breath on this person, but how did he get in the middle of the emperor?"

"No, the cultivation of the two monsters around him is not weak. Maybe he came in with the two monsters!"

"Isn't it said that there are eight armed apes in this palace? And the cultivation of those eight armed apes has reached the late stage of the heavenly Buddha. Why? Did the eight armed apes not stop them when they came in?"

"Yes, looking at their appearance, it seems that they have come in for a long time!"

……

As soon as I entered the hall, looking at the figures of Mo Wentian, Xiao Jiao and others, countless martial artists instantly talked, and their eyes flashed a touch of surprise.

In their view, don't ask the cultivation of heaven, but in the middle of the emperor, such cultivation is simply an ant, and they didn't pay any attention to it.

They were very surprised at Mo Wentian's coming into the palace.

After all, with their strength, they dare not enter the palace alone. Some martial artists who have entered the palace before are even more surprised at this moment.

They passed through the danger in the palace. They had come outside the palace for three days, and no one entered the palace for three days.

That is to say, Mo Wentian entered the palace three days ago.

In the palace, stayed for three days, and let their hearts, how not surprised?

"Who are you, boy?"

"Name it!"

At this time, a strong figure in the crowd stood out and looked at Mo Wentian, with a fierce face.

The figure standing out and the breath on his body have reached the mid-term state of the Lord of heaven, and it is only a step away from the late stage of the Lord of heaven.

Mo Wentian didn't pay attention, but looked at other martial artists.

The figure that stood out, his cultivation was no more than the late stage of the Heavenly Master. With Mo Wentian's current strength, he really didn't pay attention to it.

"Boss, this person seems to be calling you?"

At this time, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and fell on Mo Wentian's shoulder, saying in a deep voice.

"Call me?"

"This man wants to fight, Xiao Jiao, I'll leave it to you!"

Smell speech, don't ask the eyes of the sky, flashed a touch of cold and incomparable cold.

"OK, boss!"

"As a warrior in the middle of the Tianzun, I'm thinking of a war to see my strength and what level I have reached!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao quickly agreed without hesitation.

His cultivation has not had a good battle since he broke through to the realm of heaven.

The cultivation of this person in front of him has reached the mid-term state of the Buddha. Such cultivation can just let him fight.

"Who the hell is this boy? Yu Yiliu is talking to him, and he even ignores the meeting!"

"This boy's cultivation, but in the middle of the emperor, he dares to despise Yu Yiliu. I think he is looking for death!"

"Yes, Yu Yiliu's temper is famous for his irritability. He lost face in front of so many people. Yu Yiliu can't let that boy go today!"

"This boy is miserable today. It seems that he is going to die in the hands of Yu Yiliu!"

"Don't underestimate this boy. This boy entered the palace before we entered it, and stayed for three days. His strength must be not weak!"

"Yes, it seems that there is a good play to see!"

……

Looking at Mo Wen Tiansi, he ignored the rest of the stream. Countless martial artists instantly became noisy.

Among them, most martial artists believe that Mo Wentian has angered Yu Yiliu, and this is looking for death.

But among the crowd, there was a thin figure with an ordinary breath, but his eyes suddenly shrunk.

He always feels that Mo Wentian is not a simple person!

"Boy, am I talking to you?"

"What's your attitude? You haven't paid any attention to my exile!"

Listening to this discussion, Yu Yiliu was almost furious, and his anger rose slowly.

Looking at Mo Wentian, the murderous intention in his eyes was not concealed at all, and his voice was even colder.

"Yo..."

"What are you talking about? Are you talking to Ben di?"

"I thought it was the dog shouting!"

Looking at Yu Yiliu walking straight towards him, don't ask the sky. The corner of your mouth was slightly grinned, and raised a radian.

It seemed that he didn't know that Yu Yiliu was talking to him, and his words were even more ironic.

Just now, Mo Wentian explored all the accomplishments of those who would enter the palace.

In this palace, the person with the highest cultivation, if his guess is correct, is that thin figure.

Among these warriors, the weakest one is in the middle stage of Tianzun.

They are a group of 20 people, and their accomplishments have reached the middle stage of the Buddha.

And the rest of the current class, among these 20 people, cultivation is only in the middle position.

"Yu Yiliu, this is your death, but no wonder the emperor!"

"I can only say that your shouting has hurt you!"

Eyes suddenly shrink, don't ask the heart of the sky, secretly way.

At this moment, Mo Wentian's heart secretly has a plan.

This remaining cultivation is in the middle of this group. If you use him to make an example of others, you can intimidate many people.

With Mo Wentian's current strength, there is no problem to kill a warrior in the middle of the Tianzun, but there are 20 warriors above the middle of the Tianzun in front of you, so Mo Wentian is not sure.

But if you kill Yu Yiliu who is in front of you, at least those martial artists whose cultivation is lower than Yu Yiliu, or similar, can be intimidated.

Thinking like this, Mo Wentian's heart was secretly firm.

"What?"

"Boy, how dare you call me a dog?"

Listen to Mo Wentian's words, the eyes of the rest of the stream are open and cracked, and the breath on the body also rises rapidly.

Looking at Mo Wentian's eyes, the killing was wanton and incomparable.

Don't ask heaven to scold him as a dog in front of so many people. It's simply his shame, which makes Yu Yiliu's heart, how can he be human?

"Zhizhi..."

At this moment, Yu Yiliu's hands hung on both sides, clenched, and his joints squeaked.