Rebirth Of The Most Peerless Venerable

Hearing this, Ling Xiao obediently stood aside. He was not worried that Mo Junlan would not be able to defeat Zhang Anwei, because Mo Junlan's fighting strength cannot be measured by cultivation.

Because of the skills, Mo Junlan has a special physique that is strong when he encounters the strong. Even if he is seriously injured, he will recover quickly.

And after recovering from the injury, Mo Junlan's cultivation base will also increase accordingly.

"You have to pay for being young and frivolous." Zhang Anwei looked at Mo Junlan with a gloomy expression.

"Shut your beak, stop talking nonsense, and do it directly." Mo Junlan's eyes were as cold as frost, and the white clothes on his body fluttered with the sea breeze.

Zhang Anwei was completely irritated by Mo Junlan's attitude, his face twisted for a moment, and then he moved to slap Mo Junlan with his palm.

Mo Junlan turned around and took out the bamboo flute before Zhang Anwei's attack came.

Looking at the bamboo flute in Mo Junlan's hand, Zhang Anwei felt even more angry. He thought that Mo Junlan must be looking down on him, so he used an ordinary bamboo flute as a weapon against him.

But Mo Junlan really didn't take him seriously.

Mo Junlan has a previous life experience, so he does not lack combat experience, and this body is his own, so when he uses it, he does not feel any discomfort.

Zhang Anwei showed no mercy, he directly used [-]% of his strength to attack Mo Junlan.

Mo Junlan raised his hand, and with the bamboo flute in front of him, he easily blocked Zhang Anwei's attack.

At the same time, Mo Junlan's cultivation was also exposed.

Zhang Anwei was a little surprised that Mo Junlan was able to directly block his own attack, but after discovering that Mo Junlan's cultivation was only at the elementary level of the Yuanling Realm, he said disdainfully, "Your cultivation is no more than that!" You are only at the elementary level of Yuanling Realm, yet you dare to..."

However, before Zhang Anwei finished speaking, Mo Junlan kicked him directly.

Mo Junlan's robe fluttered with the wind, his face was calm but indifferent, his attack carried a thick spiritual force, and an invisible fierce sword energy.

Zhang Anwei didn't take Mo Junlan seriously, so he directly blocked Mo Junlan's attack with his hands. However, when Mo Junlan's kick hit Zhang Anwei, Zhang Anwei's hand changed rapidly. It became dripping with blood.

Holding the bamboo flute, Mo Junlan raised his hand and swept forward again, only to see Zhang Anwei's body flew upside down.

This scene also shocked everyone present.

Seeing that Zhang Anwei was at a disadvantage, Ouyang Feng's expression couldn't help but change.

Although Zhang Anwei was injured, his cultivation was not low. Even if he was hit by Mo Junlan, he didn't fall directly into the sea.

It's just that Zhang Anwei's complexion was very ugly. His right hand was seriously injured. Not only was his skin torn apart, he even lost two fingers.

Mo Junlan's figure stood in mid-air, with fluttering white clothes and long hair like ink. He looked at Zhang Anwei, suddenly smiled slightly, and said with pursed lips, "Are you admitting defeat?"

Zhang Anwei gritted his teeth, glared at Mo Junlan angrily, and said bitterly, "Your cultivation...no...you must have hidden your cultivation."

He didn't believe that he would lose in embarrassment to a person whose cultivation level was so much lower than his own.

"You don't want to believe the truth, do you?" Mo Junlan smiled, but his eyes were cold.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them, and they didn't dare to express their opinions casually.

After all, none of them wanted to provoke Mo Junlan.