Do you know what it feels like to be strangled?
At this moment.
Mo Jiuyou was this crow.
He felt his neck suddenly being strangled by someone, and even his excited laughter came to an abrupt halt. Moreover, his entire body stiffened on the spot like a clay puppet.
Silence!
Silence!
It was deathly silent!
Other than the howling wind, the atmosphere on the nameless mountain peak was deathly silent, accompanied by an extremely oppressive killing intent.
"Who is it?"
Wang Shuo was young after all. The sudden appearance of this voice made him pale with fright. He looked towards the source of the voice.
On the other hand, the bloody-handed Tu Mo Jiuyou's old face was gradually turning ashen. His ugly face, which was like a demon's, was constantly twitching. His pair of sinister eyes were filled with shock and shocking killing intent.
"Senior Martial Brother Wang, we haven't met for six years and you don't recognize me?”
Ning Chuan strolled out of the darkness with his innocent smile still on his face.
However, in this dark and windy night, the simple and honest smile on his face made people feel even more strange and horrified, and their hearts were even colder.
"It's you?"
"Junior Brother Ning?"
When he saw who it was, Wang Shuo's frightened face gradually turned gloomy, and the panic in his eyes suddenly dissipated.
If it was someone else or a martial arts expert he did not know.
Wang Shuo naturally felt frightened and uneasy.
However, Ning Chuan's appearance made him feel a little more at ease.
After all, the two of them had known each other for many years. Although they had not met for six years, Wang Shuo knew that his Junior Brother Ning's martial arts cultivation was extremely poor, so he naturally had nothing to worry about.
"Junior Brother Ning, why are you here?”
" Do you know that you saw something that you shouldn't have? Then don't blame me for being ruthless and merciless..."
Wang Shuo's face was filled with killing intent. He held a short knife in his hand. As he spoke, he was about to walk towards Ning Chuan.
It was a pity.
Before Wang Shuo could finish his sentence.
With a loud bang, Wang Shuo was sent flying and smashed onto the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
The person who sent him flying with a palm was not Ning Chuan, but his master, the blood-handed Tu Mo Jiuyou, whom he respected to the extreme.
"Mas…Master…you…?”
Blood kept flowing out of Wang Shuo's mouth. Mo Jiuyou's palm was extremely powerful, and he was seriously injured and almost lost his life.
However, Wang Shuo could not care less about his injuries. He was completely dumbfounded.
He looked at Mo Jiuyou in a daze. He could not understand why Mo Jiuyou would give him a slap.
"You trash, haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?”
Mo Jiuyou's expression was ghastly and terrifying. He glared at Wang Shuo angrily. If it wasn't for the fact that he was facing a powerful enemy, he would have torn this dog-like disciple into pieces.
Actually…
It was no wonder that Mo Jiuyou was so angry.
First of all.
Wang Shuo must have been followed by this person.
Moreover, who was Mo Jiuyou?
He was a great evil of the demonic path, and his cultivation was even at the grandmaster level.
However, even a grandmaster like him did not notice the arrival of the person. What did this mean?
This meant that the cultivation of this person in front of him was definitely not lower than his. He was definitely an extremely terrifying grandmaster-level expert.
Moreover…
Mo Jiuyou believed in one thing.
Without a diamond, one would not take on porcelain work.
Since the other party dared to appear in front of them openly, it meant that the other party was full of confidence. He was confident that his cultivation was not inferior to Mo Jiuyou's.
Perhaps…it was even more terrifying than his cultivation!
Wang Shuo didn't understand such a simple reason and wanted to go up and kill him.
How could Mo Jiuyou not be enraged by such a foolish clown-like behavior?
……
"Brother Mo, why are you so angry? No matter what, Wang Shuo is Brother Mo's disciple and my senior brother.”
Ning Chuan was still smiling foolishly as he walked towards Mo Jiuyou casually. He only stopped when he was three feet away from Mo Jiuyou.
"Brother, you don't have to be mysterious in front of me. Since you can follow this trash here, you must be interested in the Immortal Imparting Talisman in my hand.”
Mo Jiuyou was indeed worthy of being a great evil of the demonic path.
He looked at Ning Chuan cautiously, holding the mysterious silver paper tightly in his hand. A pair of inverted triangular eyes occasionally flashed with sinister killing intent.
Although…
Ning Chuan looked like he was only in his thirties, while Mo Jiuyou was almost an old man in his seventies.
However, Mo Jiuyou still regarded Ning Chuan as an expert of the same generation, and her fear of Ning Chuan grew stronger.
As a great evil of the demonic path…
Mo Jiuyou had an extraordinary intuition for danger.
Although Ning Chuan had a silly smile on his face and his appearance couldn't be any more ordinary, he gave people a sense of harmlessness.
However, Mo Jiuyou knew very well that this kind of person was often the most terrifying.
Moreover…
Ever since Ning Chuan appeared.
He had been sizing up the other party, but what made his heart tremble was that he actually could not see through the cultivation of the person in front of him!
What did this mean?
This seemingly harmless and ordinary-looking person in front of him was definitely an old monster who hid his true age very well. Perhaps he was even older than Mo Jiuyou!
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。