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

"Um... Brother Mo, wait for me a moment."

Then he made a phone call to Wang Ye, pleading and begging, calling him his biological father and mentioning his desire to become a monk. When Wang Ye finally hung up the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ding-dong! Upon seeing the message, Wang Ye pursed his lips and immediately transferred the money to Mo Wen.

"Brother Mo, I've transferred it to you."

Mo Wen waited a while, and when he saw the notification on his phone that the money had been credited to his account, his smile softened.

He got off the bed immediately. "Master Wang, you're so decisive. I'll take this job. When are you leaving?"

You can earn 20 million yuan in one trip; where else can you find such a good deal?

Seeing the change in Mo Wen's attitude, Wang Ye smiled wryly, "Brother Mo, your change is... You don't need to call me Daoist anymore, just call me by my name."

Let's go now.

The two walked out of the house and first went to the small house where Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing lived.

Upon entering, Zhuge Qing saw Mo Wen and exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, you actually managed to invite Palace Master Mo here!"

"I'm bleeding heavily... Let's go, Zhuge Qing."

Wang Ye almost rolled his eyes. Who was he spending so much money for?

Zhuge Qing pursed his lips, picked up his luggage, and the three of them walked out of the village.

At night, the sound of cicadas could be heard from the woods outside Biyou Village.

A cool breeze swept away the day's heat.

Seeing that Zhuge Qing had remained silent the whole way, Wang Ye couldn't help but ask, "Old Qing, you really have a problem. Ever since you saw that furnace, you've become much quieter."

Zhuge Qing remained silent for a moment, then looked at Mo Wen beside him.

"Palace Master Mo, don't you want to join them either?"

"Me? I don't know. I'll join if I want to, and I won't if I don't."

Mo Wen smiled slightly and answered in a very casual and free manner.

He couldn't possibly reveal his true purpose for coming here, so he just made things up.

However, Zhuge Qing believed that Mo Wen's answer reflected his true nature of doing as he pleased without any interference.

This made him envious.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the woods.

"Palace Master Mo, Daoist Wang, Brother Qing, where are you headed so late at night?"

Ma Xianhong appeared quietly, followed by seven or eight people who blocked his way.

"As expected... it's not easy to leave." Zhuge Qing was not surprised by this scene.

Wang Ye looked relieved: "Damn, luckily I didn't hesitate to spend the money because it was too expensive, otherwise it would have been a real disaster."

“If you all wish to leave, you should simply tell me. Why sneak away in the middle of the night? Do you look down on me?” Ma Xianhong walked over slowly, glancing at Mo Wen as he spoke.

"Palace Master Mo, are you leaving too?"

Mo Wen smiled and said, "I was just entrusted by Wang Ye to escort them out of the village."

"I see..." Ma Xianhong nodded, relieved.

He then said, "Then could you please not get involved in this matter? After all, this is no longer a village."

If he could, he would absolutely not want to fight Mo Wen.

Because there's a possibility we can't win.

Even if there are many people here.

Mo Wen shook his head. "No, I still need to protect my reputation. Here's what we'll do: let them walk a thousand meters first, and then you can chase after them. I won't interfere."

He had traveled a thousand meters and was no longer far from Biyou Village; his mission was now complete.

However, Ma Xianhong could never agree to these conditions.

After all, he had another purpose in gathering these top talents.

"This...can't you just stand by and do nothing?" Ma Xianhong's face was somewhat unpleasant.

"No." Mo Wen smiled; he couldn't afford to lose the reputation of the Martial God Hall's 100% mission success rate.

Beside her, Liu Wu Kui, the little girl who had been itching to make a move, rolled up her sleeves: "Master, you don't need to say so much to him. I've been wanting to test him for a long time to see if he's as strong as the rumors say!"

"I'll go first! All that talk about one against a hundred, a martial god? It's all just rumors!"

Haricha snorted coldly and immediately took a step forward, his massive body displaying extremely fast speed as he rushed towards Mo Wen.

"Watch how I teach you a lesson and avenge the cult leader!"

Just as his fist was about to land on Mo Wen's face.

next second.

boom!

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Chapter 288 Stepping over ants without harming lives—this line is hard to find.

boom!

With a loud bang, Haricha's fist, as big as a casserole dish, was firmly blocked by a slender, fair finger.

He clearly possessed the power to shatter boulders.

But that finger didn't budge.

Seeing this, Harichagai was not surprised but pleased, and sneered, "You do have some strength, you haven't disappointed me."

Mo Wen blocked his fist with his index finger, his eyes as calm as still water.

"You've really disappointed me."

"is it?"

The next second, Harichagai clenched his other fist and charged straight at Mo Wen's abdomen.

At the same time, a figure attacked from behind Mo Wen.

It was Liu Wukui.

"Accept your sister's punishment!"

Liu Wu Kui clenched his small fist and threw a punch in return.

Despite being attacked from both sides, Mo Wen remained calm and ignored Haricha's punches, raising his left hand to grab Liu Wu Kui's fist.

"Arrogant! You dare to take your sister Kui's punch!"

Seeing this, Liu Wu Kui's face showed a triumphant look. She was a body refiner who used the oil hammer to infuse her head. Despite her small stature, she was the strongest among those with superior physical abilities when it came to fist and foot strength!

Harichagai was also angry that Mowen ignored his attacks.

The fist was punched with more force.

boom--

However, when his fist was still a few centimeters away from Mo Wen's abdomen, it was suddenly blocked by a layer of dark blue Qi membrane, which stirred up a violent air wave that swept outwards.

The force was enough to shatter a boulder, but it couldn't even make the Qi membrane tremble twice.

"What!? Is this a protective magic artifact? Or a spell similar to escape light?" Harichagai stared at the scene in shock.

He is an extraordinary person with golden bloodline and exceptional talent.

Even Master Ma's defensive magic weapon could hardly withstand such a full-force attack, so how could it not even break through the protective qi shield of the person in front of him?

Liu Wukui was no less shocked than Haricha Gai.

Because after Mo Wen grabbed her fist, nothing happened except for a dull thud.

There wasn't even a shockwave, and Mo Wen's hand was like cast steel; no matter how hard she tried, he wouldn't budge.

"How is that possible?! You're also a body cultivator? But you shouldn't be this much stronger than me!"

Liu Wu Kui said in disbelief.

To render her completely immobile, one must possess martial arts skills far surpassing hers. But Mo Wen is just a pretty boy; not only is his cultivation high, but his physique is also far superior.

When Liu Wu Kui and Haricha Gai met Mo Wen's dark and deep eyes.

A sudden sense of fear arose in my heart.

"You guys are really arrogant to attack opponents you don't know the strength of at the slightest disagreement."

Mo Wen spoke calmly, then suddenly exerted force with both hands. The powerful force instantly caused Liu Wu Kui and Haricha Gai to cry out in pain, feeling as if their fists were about to be crushed!

Although he did not specifically train his body, the "Zhigang Hard Skill" was not a method for training strength.

But it will at least improve his physical fitness.

The key point is that Mo Wen's power, accumulated over a century and enhanced by cultivating the Golden Light Mantra, is no less than, and may even surpass, that of a body cultivator who specializes in physical training.

This sudden exertion was too much for the two of them to withstand.

Upon seeing this, Ding Zihuan and Jin Yong frowned and then pounced over.

"Go together!"

"you......"

Seeing this, Ma Xianhong's face turned very ugly. He didn't want to fight Mo Wen, but given the current situation, it was impossible not to fight.

Zhong Xiaolong and Bi Yuan looked at each other, but having no other choice, they could only join the battle.

Seeing so many people targeting him.

Mo Wen was not angry at all; instead, a pleasant smile appeared on his lips.

"Good thing you came. I hope you can let me have a lot of fun."

After saying that, he threw Liu Wukui and Harichagai back.