Zheng Jian hated Mo Huasong very much, if it weren't for him, his 150 million little black knife would not have been broken, and he would not have lost face in front of Pang Xiaopei.

Therefore, even if they asked all the information in Mo Huasong's mouth, Mo Huasong would still die in the end.

"Really cheap, what do you want to do?" Mo Huasong sneered.

"Boy, you're crazy. Zheng Jian smiled: "If you have that little black knife in your hand, let's be careful." But you have sold your little black knife, and you will not live for your own wickedness. ”

The elder next to him asked, "Boy, let me ask you, where is Master Batian?"

"What are you looking for Master Deception?" Mo Huasong was surprised.

Zheng Jian smirked: "Of course, he is to take him away and become our person, he will help us refine weapons at all times." After refining one in two years, twenty years later, our Red City Sect will have ten peerless treasure weapons. ”

The eyes of the two elders next to him were red, yes, if the Red City Sect had ten peerless treasures, they would definitely be able to dominate the martial arts world.

"Get out of here, I won't say. Mo Huasong shook his head.

Zheng Jian said coldly: "Don't you say it, hahaha, boy, it seems that you don't know my methods." I'll get you first, and then I'll get all your family back. The man will be killed in front of you, and the woman will be reincarnated in front of you. Then I'll see how hard your mouth is. ”

"I didn't want to kill you, but now you all have to die. When Mo Huasong heard that Zheng Jian was blackmailing his family, his eyes were full of murderous aura.

Mo Huasong walked towards them, and the first step was full of air fluctuations, which made Zheng Jian and the others feel very depressed.

"Boy, you go to die. Zheng Jian raised his right hand, and the powerful internal force struck towards Mo Huasong.

He is an acquired five-fold martial artist, and he can smash stones with a single shot. An ordinary person like Mo Huasong will definitely be beaten to death by him with one palm.

"Yin and yang kill. Mo Huasong threw a punch directly, which was very plain and not fancy, just like a very ordinary punch.

But the air in front of him changed, and two invisible strong winds appeared, driving a terrifying whirlpool, crushing the internal force that Zheng Jian had beaten into nothing, and then rushed towards Zheng Jian.

"Nope. Zheng Jian shouted in fear.

He felt completely suffocated, unable to move even if he wanted to. As the whirlpool rushed to him, his body was enveloped in the whirlpool, slowly shrinking, and finally there was nothing left, only a puddle of blood on the ground.

"This, what kind of martial arts is this?" The elder on the right was so frightened that his eyes bulged out, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

"This, this is not martial arts, it is evil art. The elder on the left drew a large knife and looked at Mo Huasong fiercely.

Zheng Jian disappeared like this, leaving only blood and water, and it was estimated that he was dead.

If they don't help Zheng Jian avenge him, they won't be able to spare him when they go back.

Zheng Jian's talent is very good, and the Red City faction puts their hopes on him, hoping that he can finally become an innate master.

"Up, kill him. "The elders don't dare to hold it up.

Originally, they thought that they could kill Mo Huasong with a casual move.

didn't expect that Mo Huasong would not only not die, but Zheng Jian would die.

"Whew. "Two big knives waved in front of Mo Huasong, with powerful wind blades, the wall tiles on both sides were shattered, and the end was very terrifying.

The eyes of the two elders showed confidence, with the strength of the two of them, no matter what evil art Mo Huasong used, he would be knocked away by their big sword.

The reason why Zheng Jian was killed was because he carelessly didn't use weapons.

Mo Huasong snorted coldly, raised his right hand again, and the whirlpool just now appeared again.

The anti-heaven yin and yang trick is used to deal with this kind of small ants, which is really overkill.

"Ah, no. The elders felt that their right hand was swept by a whirlpool, the flesh and blood were directly crushed, and the sharp broadsword was also turned into molten iron.

In a moment, these two elders of the Red City Sect were also strangled into blood by the Yin and Yang Killing, and they died so much that they could no longer die.

Now with Mo Huasong's strength, if it weren't for the appearance of a congenital master, he wouldn't face it squarely.

Mo Huasong walked to the street and took a taxi to the blacksmith shop.

The blacksmith was getting a small black knife from Mo Huasong, and after buying a large price, he did not help others to make iron, but guarded the shop, waiting for Mo Huasong's next visit.

And he is also smart, and has prepared some high-quality pig iron for a long time. As long as Mo Huasong gives him another treasure, his whole family will not have to worry about food and clothing in this life.

When Mo Huasong called him and asked him to prepare some more materials, he hurriedly ran outside to purchase and came back, and then continued to wait for Mo Huasong.

When Mo Huasong entered the shop, the blacksmith stood up excitedly and said, "Sir, you are here." ”

"Well, you go back, come back here tomorrow. Mo Huasong said.

"I, can I buy another treasure from my husband?" asked the blacksmith, embarrassed.

Mo Huasong said with a smile: "Do you know, that little black knife of yours last time was sold for 150 million in the Star Weapon Pavilion today. ”

"Ahh "The blacksmith couldn't believe his ears, he lost a lot.

"You're just an ordinary person, taking too much money, it's not good for you. Mo Huasong looked at the blacksmith.

"Yes, I see. The blacksmith was also a contented man, bowed vigorously to Mo Huasong, and left.

Mo Huasong wanted to refine the space device, and he didn't want others to watch from the side, so he let the blacksmith leave.

Mo Huasong directly used the real fire in his body, coupled with the fire in the furnace, to refine the space storage device "dangdang".

A small black ring is tied, seemingly ordinary, but priceless.

Mo Huasong continued to engrave the runes on the small ring, and an hour later, Mo Huasong, whose face was a little pale, breathed a sigh of relief.

The current strength is still much worse than before.

The storage ring was successfully refined, and he could put things in it in the future.

So, Mo Huasong put everything on his body inside, so as not to lose it.

Subsequently, Mo Huasong began to refine the little black knife.

A hundred small black knives, for Mo Huasong, is only a matter of a few hours.

After refining a hundred little black knives, Mo Huasong continued to refine the little black knives.

The quality of these small black knives refined in the back is a little better than the front, and Mo Huasong is ready to keep them for his own use, or sell them for money later.

After Mo Huasong finished it, he left the store and took a taxi to the Star Pavilion.

Wu Chaoxing, who received the call, waited in the Star Instrument Pavilion early, and when he saw Mo Huasong coming, he hurriedly took it to the second floor.

"Sir, how many do you take now?" Wu Chaoxing asked.

In his eyes, Mo Huasong can take one or two handfuls over is good.

In the morning, after he announced the news of tomorrow's auction of the little black knife, many powerful sects had already registered, and there were hundreds of them, which was really scary.

It's a pity that Mo Huasong only brought one or two peerless treasures, which is not enough for those hundreds of sects?

Tomorrow, there may be a big fight because some sects can't get the little black knife, Wu Chaoxing is thinking about whether to change the auction venue to the side of the martial arts cultivation world, those people want to fight, just fight over there.