Mo Huasong frowned slightly: "You want to buy my little black knife?"

"Yes, it used to be sold for a billion yuan, I don't know how much you want to buy it? Especially the one in your hand, I will pay 10 billion. A big man in front of him stared at the small black knife in Mo Huasong's hand.

Everyone knew that Mo Batian had just used that little black knife to cut off the small black knife in the hands of the Star Gate Elder.

It's also a small black knife, but there are also grades.

Mo Huasong shook his head and said, "I'm not short of money, I need rare treasures." For example, if you exchange it for thousand-year-old ginseng, reishi mushroom, or something else, I can accept it. ”

"Millennial ginseng, I have it. A warrior shouted excitedly.

The other martial artist next to him glanced at the other party and said mockingly: "How many do you have?

When the warrior in front of him heard this, he suddenly shrugged his head and didn't dare to speak.

Mo Huasong entered the villa inside, and under the prompting of the sword spirit, he collected some herbs, and the weapons and pills that were regarded as treasures by the martial artists next to him, Mo Huasong directly ignored them.

At this time, Pang Jiang ran over, first bowed ninety degrees to Mo Huasong, and then said respectfully: "Mr. Mo, the owner of the village asked me to tell you, if you don't want those things from the Star Gate, can you leave them to us to deal with?"

"Yes. Mo Huasong disagreed.

He can't look down on garbage like this.

"Great. Pang Jiang's eyes lit up.

Mo Huasong saw that the purpose of coming to the Star Gate this time had been achieved, and he also wanted to go back.

Since this incident, no one dares to fight his idea again.

If you want a weapon, you can exchange it for something.

When Mo Huasong just came out, Mr. Bole hurriedly ran over: "Master Batian, please stay." ”

Mr. Bole's face was full of apprehension, Mo Batian's attack just now was very terrifying, not only killing the Wu Demon of Grandmaster's strength, but also killing all the people in the Star Gate.

That kind of vicious and cruel method made him feel his feet weak now.

If Mo Batian is upset, the other party will kill him at any time.

"Mr. Bole, do you have something?" Mo Huasong stopped and turned his head to look at Mr. Bole.

Mr. Bole struck a spirit, and his body trembled with excitement: "Ba, Master Deception, do you know that I am a little person?"

"Well, you're an expert in identifying treasures. Mo Huasong felt that this Mr. Bole still had some vision, and he could see that Mu Fanxuan's one was a defensive magic weapon.

"Master Batian, in the future, I will be useful to Mr. Bole, please just say, I will go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire. Mr. Bole clapped his chest with a "bang".

Mo Huasong frowned and asked, "If there is nothing else, I will leave." ”

"Yes, yes. Mr. Bole sensed Mo Huasong's impatience, and shuddered in fright, and hurriedly took out something from his arms.

"Huh, do you have a storage bag?" Mo Huasong looked at Mr. Bole in surprise.

You must know that Mo Huasong rarely sees storage bags in the world, but he has only seen them from Chang Zhicheng.

Chang Zhicheng is a person from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in the cultivation realm, and that is different.

Mr. Bole was startled, and his face changed greatly: "Master Deception, do you know that I have a storage bag?"

The storage bag is a treasure, and if the rest of the world knows about it, they will chase him and snatch the storage bag.

"Don't worry, I don't like that thing from you. Mo Huasong saw that Mr. Bole was frightened, and comforted with a smile.

Master Batian, you can blow it, my storage bag is a magic weapon, and I bought it from a mysterious person at a great cost.

I think you are very fond of it, but you can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour. Mr. Bole said secretly in his heart.

When Mo Huasong saw a yellow wood the size of a palm in Mr. Bole's hand, his face changed greatly. "Mr. Bole, do you want to-"

The yellow wood had a strange scent, a bit like sandalwood, but it wasn't.

"Master Decepticon, I bought it at an auction once. Although the seller didn't know what it was, I didn't think it was simple, so I bought it at a high price. I'm thinking of trading it for a little black knife of yours. Bole said curtly. "If not, I'll add a thousand years of ginseng or other resources for practice. ”

Mo Huasong hurriedly asked: "What other good things do you have, take them all out and show them to me, and I will exchange them with you." ”

That piece of yellow wood is called Yellow Spirit Wood, this color is already mature, and there must be a Wood Spirit Bead in it.

The Wood Spirit Bead has a very great tonic effect on the soul, and the injured sword spirit needs it very much.

The sword spirit was originally a soul body, and this kind of wood spirit bead was a great supplement to it. That's why Mo Huasong was happy.

"Master Decepticon, let's take a step to speak. Mr. Bole whispered.

Mo Huasong nodded and walked to the side with Mr. Bole.

Mr. Bole then took out the storage bag from his bosom, and then took out some things.

Mo Huasong did not look at some of the treasures that Mr. Bole took out, but was interested in thousand-year-old ginseng and centuries-old Ganoderma lucidum.

"Mr. Bole, I want these things, what do you want, just say it. "Mo Huasong took Huang Lingmu and those cultivation resources.

Mr. Bole was relieved to see that Mo Huasong did not ask for his own storage bag.

His most precious thing is the storage bag, which is usually convenient for him to load things. If it is snatched away by Mo Huasong, it will undoubtedly cost his life.

"I, I want that little black knife you just had in your hand. "Mr. Bole is worthy of being a businessman, although he is very afraid of Mo Huasong, but he still wants to take advantage of it.

If Mo Huasong didn't agree, he would ask for a little black knife with a poor grade.

But Mo Huasong didn't say a word, and handed him the little black knife. "Deal. ”

Mo Huasong continued to walk outside, and Mr. Bole hurriedly asked, "Master Batian, can you still refine other treasures, such as broadswords, swords, etc.?"

"Of course you can, as long as you have good things, I can help you refine them. Mo Huasong said.

"Would you like to leave a phone number?" asked Mr. Bole.

"If you look for Pangjiazhuang, you can find me. Seeing that more and more martial artists wanted to ask him for a small black knife, Mo Huasong couldn't help frowning, and directly used light skills to leave here.

The martial artist behind saw Mo Huasong disappear in the blink of an eye, and couldn't help but sigh: "This is the strength of the Grandmaster realm, Master Batian said just now, Zhanhai City is his territory, and we can't do anything there in the future." ”

Everyone nodded one after another, you must know that the strength of the grandmaster is equivalent to that only owned by a super sect or family, whoever provokes who dies, even the country can't save you.

Suddenly, everyone looked at Pang Jiang, who was guarding a large pile of weapons and pills and other things behind him.

In an instant, these people immediately rushed towards Pang Jiang, and at this time, they were like wolves who had been hungry for a hundred days, and suddenly saw a delicious piece of big fat meat.

Pang Jiang saw thousands of warriors rushing towards him, and shouted in fright: "You, don't mess around, I'm from Pang Jiazhuang, no, I'm just a little minion in charge of guarding these things." If you want to grab it, don't kill me. ”