Chapter 107: Senior Brother?
"Or are you jealous that I'm younger and prettier than you?"
"And you're afraid that you can't control your own man, so you come out and bite people randomly?"
Wu Linglong pointed at the middle-aged woman's nose and started cursing at her.
The balance that was originally in her favor gradually turned around.
The spectators in the restaurant were looking at both parties.
It seems that this is really possible.
After all, most of them don’t know Wu Yanyan, nor do they know about her past. Now it seems that they are really throwing dirty water out of jealousy.
"You farted!"
The middle-aged woman was so angry at Wu Linglong that she almost couldn't breathe and shouted angrily.
"Isn't this kind of thing obvious?"
Wu Linglong sneered with disdain.
If she was still thinking about letting Wu Yanyan solve the mistake she made by herself, then when she and Ling Ran were involved, Wu Linglong no longer had any other ideas.
Anyway, she is upright and has nothing to fear.
"Linglong, be careful."
Ling Ran, who had turned his head away and looked outside through the glass, suddenly turned around and rushed out, knocking Wu Linglong to the ground.
Wu Linglong instinctively wanted to struggle, but the next scene scared her so much that she shut her mouth obediently, her face full of fear.
“Crash!”
The glass that was strong enough to withstand anti-aircraft artillery fire shattered to the ground, and two figures rushed straight in.
The middle-aged woman who was originally engaged in a verbal battle with Wu Linglong was instantly frozen into ice, and then under the powerful shock wave, she turned into ice crystals and scattered on the ground.
"Bang!"
The two people who rushed in overturned a number of tables, chairs and benches, and accidentally injured a number of people before they stopped.
Dust and fog thickly enveloped the two men.
Ling Ran hurriedly helped Wu Linglong up, waved to the stunned Wu Yanyan and Gu Qingman, and prepared to jump out from the broken floor-to-ceiling glass.
"Don't ask."
"This matter has nothing to do with you."
"Why do you insist on it?"
But he heard the voice coming from behind, and the three girls had already been sent out. He had only taken one step out when he suddenly felt as if struck by lightning and was stunned.
Mechanized look back.
As the dust settled, the two men were revealed.
Facing Ling Ran was a handsome young man, who seemed to be about the same age as Ling Ran and the others, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and dressed in the traditional white gown of ancient China.
But he looked a little disheveled, with many holes of different sizes on his gown, a fresh wound on his face, and blood at the corner of his mouth.
The person with his back to Ling Ran made Ling Ran so distressed that he almost pounced on him.
Even though he couldn't see his face, Ling Ran knew that it was Mo Wen.
The person she thinks about day and night.
"Brother."
"You're going the wrong way."
Mo Wen's voice was still as light as ever.
"Is that girl at the back the one you want to protect?"
"You are not on the wrong path by passing on the Frost Art to outsiders?"
The senior brother glanced coldly at Ling Ran who was standing there with his fists clenched.
"Long Tianyu."
"Think about Nianluo."
Mo Wen still didn't turn around, but his voice finally fluctuated.
"Ha ha."
"Junior brother."
"Luckily for you, when the world is about to be destroyed, countless people are willing to protect you."
"But what about us, the master and the apprentice?"
"Where are the other fellow cultivators?"
"Now you're blaming me?"
Long Tianyu seemed to have heard a huge joke. He laughed loudly and then looked at Mo Wen with a half-smile.
Mo Wen did not answer. After all, the long sword that pierced his chest and was still stuck in his body still had a great impact on him. With Long Tianyu staring at him in front of him, he did not want to waste any energy.
The thousand-year-long war of destruction was the end of the world for immortal cultivators. Countless immortal cultivators died on that day. Mo Wen was fortunate enough to become an immortal cultivator and his seed was preserved.
A thousand years later, when he woke up, he even suspected that he was the last immortal cultivator.
But when he discovered Xu Nianluo's existence, he could not hide his ecstasy. When he learned that his senior brother was also alive, Mo Wen could not wait.
However, all this was completely different from what was expected. I never thought that former fellow students would become enemies.
"Brother, please join us."
"Take back what belongs to us."
"We are supreme beings, and they are not worthy of our service."
Seeing that Mo Wen's pursed lips seemed to relax a little, Long Tianyu spoke again.
"Is it because of this girl?"
"Just kill him."
Long Tianyu pointed at Ling Ran, and an ice sword instantly appeared in his palm, ready to kill Ling Ran.
He was fast, but Mo Wen was even faster. When Long Tianyu took the first step, Mo Wen moved sideways between the two of them and also condensed an ice sword to slash at Long Tianyu.
"Brother."
"You have your pursuits."
“I have my aspirations, too.”
"Please don't disturb us."
The two ice swords were pressed tightly together, and the two men could feel each other's burning breath. Mo Wen raised his eyebrows and said coldly.
"Junior brother."
"You're still as easygoing as ever."
Long Tianyu smiled, revealing his white teeth.
"This time, I am the Avenue."
"And your presence makes us feel uneasy."
Long Tianyu said it very clearly. If he couldn't win over Mo Wen, then he couldn't allow Mo Wen to be a variable.
In Ling Ran's eyes, the airflow emanating from the two people swept through the entire restaurant, then soared into the sky and directly broke through the building, leaving it in a mess in an instant.
The sword that pierced Mo Wen was shaking and the wound was getting bigger.
"Junior brother, it seems you haven't made any progress in the past thousand years."
Long Tianyu taunted.
"Perhaps."
Mo Wen said lightly.
Long Tianyu is very powerful and has already entered the heavenly realm of immortal cultivators. He is much stronger than Zhao Yun, an S-level psychic, and can even kill instantly.
But is it true that Mo Wen didn’t become stronger?
Mo Wen himself didn't even know what level he was at now.
Heavenly Stage? Maybe.
The immortal level above the heavenly level?
Maybe, but I don’t know why he didn’t ascend.
He was just ambushed by the immortal cultivators gathered by Long Tianyu outside the circle, and he had to suppress himself because he was concerned about the existence of ordinary people.
If he could be as fearless as Long Tianyu, the outcome would have been decided long ago.
"Let's go together!"
Soon after, more than a dozen immortal cultivators came and rushed into the restaurant, surrounding Mo Wen.
"snort!"
Mo Wen frowned.
The all-round attack made him very uncomfortable, and the offensives from both sides became more and more fierce.
All kinds of Taoist and magical skills were used without any cost in an attempt to completely destroy Mo Wen.
And Long Tianyu's uneasiness became stronger and stronger.
Just now, he and Mo Wen were evenly matched in a one-on-one fight. Now, more than ten people were beating up Mo Wen alone, and the fight was still evenly matched.
"Could it be that this guy really has hidden his strength?"
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