Under one person: Get the Beiming magic skill at the beginning

He already knew that Xia He was the one who orchestrated this ambush.

But it wouldn't hurt to pretend a little. Besides, if Xia He were to come out and admit it himself, it would be perfectly reasonable for him to take drastic measures then.

At this point, someone scoffed, "You want to know, so we have to tell you?"

The person next to him also sneered: "That's right. If you want to know, we'll burn paper money for you after we've dealt with you."

Mo Wen glanced at the two people who were speaking and memorized their appearance.

The two people who had just spoken felt a chill creep into their hearts, their fingers trembling slightly, but they quickly put it out of their minds.

There are over a hundred people here who have laid a trap. Even if the Celestial Master came, he would be doomed. They don't believe Mo Wen has any chance of leaving alive.

"Since Lord Mo wants to know, I might as well tell you."

Suddenly, the tall, thin man who had been looked at by Mo Wen smiled.

His status seemed quite high, even the lawless Quanxing were wary of him. They looked at each other, and finally everyone's eyes fell on Xia He in the crowd.

Xia He, realizing she couldn't hide it any longer, glared angrily at the tall, thin man.

He then forced himself to step forward, met Mo Wen's gaze with a slight smile, and said, "Palace Master Mo, we meet again?"

"It's you again, Xia He. Looks like you never learn." Mo Wen narrowed his eyes, pretending to realize something was wrong.

Now that she had been exposed, Xia He simply said:

"That's right, I was the one who proposed this operation."

"After all, people still remember how ruthless you were half a year ago."

Mo Wen smiled coldly, ignoring the woman, and turned his gaze to the tall, thin man: "Tu Junfang of the Three Demons Sect, are you going to get involved too?"

With his hands in his pockets, Tu Junfang smiled slightly on his thin face: "No one wouldn't be curious about the recently rising Martial God Hall Master."

"Mm." Mo Wen nodded and said nothing more.

Among the hundred or so people present, Tu Junfang was one of those who made him wary.

After all, triggering the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance is still somewhat troublesome for him, but overall it's not too bad.

Scanning the crowd, he saw Shen Chong waiting for him with 'hatred' eyes, but he didn't see the other two Four Madmen.

They're either dealing with other people, or they're hiding in the shadows preparing to ambush me.

However, considering all factors, the latter is more likely.

Just as Mo Wen was pondering, a man suddenly rushed out from the crowd, wielding a three-foot-long sword and slashing at him with lightning speed, shouting, "Surrounded by enemies, you still dare to be distracted? Do you think I'm invisible?!"

However, Mo Wen was even faster, his expression calm, and he firmly grasped the blade enveloped in true qi with his bare hands.

"If you want to die so quickly, I'll grant your wish."

The man's face changed drastically when he saw the other man catch his slash with one hand. Just as he was about to let go and retreat, five steel-like claws grabbed his throat and tore off a large chunk of flesh with a thud, spraying blood all over the ground.

Mo Wen tossed the lifeless man to the ground, flicked the blood off his right hand, and looked at the people around him with a smile, saying, "Come on, let's all come at him together."

The atmosphere suddenly froze. No one expected Mo Wen to be so violent and to kill someone outright.

But this deathly silence only lasted a few seconds.

Yuan Tao suddenly roared, "Kill!!"

The sound was like a switch; everyone snapped back to reality and charged menacingly at Mo Wen.

Those who join Quanxing are all desperate criminals; murder and arson are commonplace for them.

What does tearing throats mean to them?

With over a hundred men, how could they possibly be no match for a mere kid?

Just do it!

However, when they actually faced Mo Wen, they had completely different thoughts.

Bang bang bang!

Before the first few attackers could even see how Mo Wen moved, he was sent flying, blood splattering everywhere. He rolled and screamed after landing, unable to get up again.

The others didn't think anything of it and just continued to kill.

However, when Mo Wen threw a punch, they tried to block it with their arms, only to find that the force was like a torrent of water, impossible to withstand.

At the same time, it also conceals different forces that directly penetrate their true qi defenses and strike their internal organs.

Those who were hit immediately coughed up blood, their faces turned pale, and they felt weak and powerless, unable to mobilize their true qi.

He collapsed, limp and lifeless like mud.

This situation surprised everyone. What happened?

The battle has only just begun.

You guys became actors?!

After they fell, someone immediately came forward and took them away, frowning as they asked what had happened.

Most people were unable to speak, but one who could barely manage to utter a weak warning: "Be careful, everyone... his punches are strange; they attack internal organs, cough cough..."

"What!?"

Upon learning this, his companion was startled and quickly spoke up to warn the others.

Upon hearing this, the crowd that was preparing to charge immediately changed their expressions and froze in place.

"No wonder these guys couldn't move after just one punch. I never imagined Mo Wen had such tricks up his sleeve!"

Yuan Tao's face turned grim, and he shouted, "Everyone be careful, don't get close, use remote means to deal with him!"

"Your reaction time isn't slow."

That's right, Mo Wen used the Seven Injury Fist in his attack just now. The fist energy surged and flowed continuously, causing seven injuries with one punch.

Ordinary superhumans have no way of detecting it, and even if they do, they have few ways to defend against it.

Looking at the crowd who had retreated a circle and dared not go forward again.

Mo Wen flexed his wrists, grinned, and waved, saying, "Keep going, I haven't warmed up yet."

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Chapter 237 The situation is dire, but thankfully the Martial God Temple is there; secretly loading goods.

When Mo Wen was surrounded by a hundred people, and the two sides were in a standoff.

The Quanxing sect's invasion of the Celestial Master's Mansion continues.

Besides most of the experts, there were also those involved in the plan to attack Mo Wen.

Some more formidable individuals wreaked havoc elsewhere.

They did not participate in the operation to suppress Mowen.

With their numerical advantage, the disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion struggled to hold out, most of them were injured, and the defensive line was on the verge of collapse.

Suddenly, many people dressed in deliveryman uniforms appeared in the mountains and forests.

They were agile and experienced in combat, helping the disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion resist the Quanxing.

They quickly turned the tide in the one-sided situation.

This group of people were the employees of Nadutong brought by Xu San and Xu Si.

The two leaders then split up to try and minimize the damage these guys caused to Longhu Mountain.

Even with the help of people who know everything, the numbers were evened out, and the situation did not worsen.

Completely defeating Quanxing is difficult to achieve in a short time.

This situation was somewhat unexpected for Xu San and Xu Si.

"This isn't good, Fourth Brother. Things aren't what we expected." Xu San said into the walkie-talkie with a slightly grave expression after leading his men to deal with a group of fleeing Quanxing members.

"Yeah, we thought they came for the Tongtian Talisman, but they actually stormed the Celestial Master's Mansion. These guys are really daring."

Xu Si's somewhat speechless voice came from the walkie-talkie.

Xu San glanced at the unconscious Quanxing at his feet, his expression grave: "Not only that, but many people also rushed up from the foot of the mountain. According to the brothers below, the people from the Martial God Hall intervened in time to help, otherwise the situation would have been really bad."

"Damn, looks like they've hired a lot of people lately."

On the other side, amidst the rubble of the Celestial Master's Mansion, Xu Si scratched his head in frustration, looking down at the chaotic scene below with a sense of relief.

"It seems I have to thank Mo Wen this time."

"I don't understand what those guys' purpose was in attacking Longhu Mountain?"

Xu San said into the walkie-talkie, "I don't know. By the way, the brothers down the mountain said that the Martial God Hall is willing to help guard the area down the mountain and can send the brothers up the mountain to provide support."

"this..."

Xu Si frowned slightly, thinking about how Mo Wen's men had come in a truck, only to be willing to help guard the foot of the mountain.

I always felt that the other party had some ulterior motive, but due to a lack of key information, it was difficult to deduce it.

Xu Si shook his head: "Forget it, as long as they're not here to cause trouble, it's fine. Besides, Mo Wen and Lao Dou have a close relationship, so they should be fine."

"How about this, let some people stay down the mountain, and the rest go up the mountain to provide support."

Xu San replied over the walkie-talkie, "I told them, 'Fourth brother, could you contact Bao Bao and Chu Lan while you're at it? I think there's something wrong with them.'"

Xu Si hummed in agreement, frowning. "I noticed it too. We haven't run into any tough guys since just now. Something's fishy. I'll contact Bao'er and the others right now."

"Okay, thank you."

After ending the communication, the two brothers began to divide the work.

Xu San adjusted the frequency and pressed the button:

“I am Xu San. Cheng Zhijiang, you leave half of the men behind and bring the rest to provide support.”

"The people of the Temple of Martial God can be trusted."

At the foot of Longhu Mountain, in the woods beside the path.

The deliveryman dressed as a courier, and the group from the Martial God Temple, dressed in orange and looking like movers, were cleaning up the battlefield.