"Mr. Mo, don't worry about this, no one on earth dares to lie to you. Pang Wenjun patted Mo Huasong's ass.

Mo Huasong got the mobile phone number of the dragon painter and hung up the phone.

Liu Lanxi seemed to be a little afraid of being alone with Mo Huasong, and after eating, she went to the studio to practice the runes.

Mo Huasong is an all-round immortal, and he still has a very high attainment for runes, and he wants to point out Liu Lanxi.

After all, Liu Lanxi is much worse now than back then, and if he has his current guidance, he will definitely be able to take a lot of detours.

But as soon as Mo Huasong walked into the door of the studio, Liu Lanxi immediately said nervously: "When I paint, can you not come in? I don't want to be disturbed by others." ”

Mo Huasong stopped, Liu Lanxi was right.

She has her own runic skills, and she definitely doesn't want others to see them.

In addition, Liu Lanxi's rune technique is very consistent with the eye-dotting skills, and the two skills need to be combined to help her improve, it will be even better.

Since this is the case, Mo Huasong will not bother her. "I'm sorry. After speaking, Mo Huasong retreated outside.

Since Liu Lanxi is practicing the runes, then he should go over to find a dragon painter now.

So, Mo Huasong took his mobile phone and walked out to make a call.

"Hey, do you want to see me?" After Mo Huasong got through the phone, he didn't talk nonsense, and directly told the dragon painter.

"You, are you a master of the heavens?" the dragon painter asked cautiously when he saw an unfamiliar mobile phone number in his phone.

Mo Huasong nodded: "I am, I'll go over to see you now, and I will give you the hundred little black knives you want." ”

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home. The dragon painter asked, "It's so late, do you want me to say hello to the school security guard?"

"No, I won't alarm them, as long as you send me a direction. Mo Huasong said.

The dragon painter is right to think about it, who is the master of the Deception, and can those security guards still find him?

Soon, the dragon painter said the location of his dormitory, and then Mo Huasong hung up his mobile phone.

Mo Huasong quietly disappeared in the corner of the floor, and in a moment, he was on the side of the teacher's dormitory of the Academy of Arts.

Mo Huasong didn't say much, and walked directly to the front.

Under the street lamp of the building in front, an old man stood there, his eyes burning with fire.

Master Batian wants to come to his house in person, what a privilege, of course he has to greet him outside the door.

Fortunately, it was night, and it would be a surprise to let the others see the always arrogant dragon painter come out to greet others.

Mo Huasong walked up to the dragon painter and looked up at the other party.

The dragon painter is actually a person who practices martial arts, and he is still a grandmaster martial arts.

However, he hides his strength, which ordinary people can't see.

No wonder he was so coaxing, he didn't even look at Pang Wenjun in his eyes, it turned out that he was relying on something.

The dragon painter frowned slightly when he saw Mo Huasong coming.

I have to wait for Master Batian to come, why is this student still coming here to influence them.

Isn't the lights out now? Students should go back to their dormitories.

"Classmate, the lights are out now, you can go back to sleep quickly. The dragon painter said to Mo Huasong.

"I called you just now. Mo Huasong couldn't help but laugh secretly when he saw that the dragon painter regarded him as an ordinary student.

"Ah, you're a tyrant—" the dragon painter cried out in surprise.

Mo Huasong nodded and said, "I'll go in and talk about it." ”

The dragon painter was shocked by Mo Huasong's youth, if it weren't for Mo Huasong saying that he had called him just now, he really couldn't believe that the other party was Master Batian.

The dragon painter hurriedly took Mo Huasong into the house, and there was already a man in his forties sitting in the living room, and when he saw Mo Huasong coming in, he also hurriedly stood up, his eyes were burning.

"Dad, who is this?" the middle-aged man hurriedly asked the dragon painter.

Before waiting for the dragon painter to answer, Mo Huasong said, "I am Mo Batian." You are the son of the Dragon Painter, the head of the Huangshan faction, Long Yingjun, right?"

Pang Wenjun has already found out about these materials.

Just now, Pang Wenjun had already come here and talked to them.

It just so happened that Long Yingjun was also in Zhanhai City, and he wanted to meet Mo Huasong.

Now hearing Pang Wenjun say this, their father and son discussed such a request.

Any secret that is not passed on is fake, as long as you get tangible benefits, it is true.

"Ah, you're the Master of the Decepticon?!" Long Yingjun couldn't believe his eyes.

Mo Huasong was too young, so young that he suspected that the other party was a fake.

But Mo Huasong can tell his name and sect, and it is estimated that there will be no fake.

Legend has it that Mo Huasong is still quite young, but he didn't expect it to be so young.

Mo Huasong asked: "I just asked the dragon painter to teach Liu Lanxi the finishing skills, and you say the request." ”

"Master Batian, I talked to my father just now, and he also agreed, if he wants a hundred little black knives, he will definitely teach Liu Lanxi carefully. Long Yingjun hurriedly said.

That's a hundred little black knives, enough to make their Huangshan faction ten times more powerful.

Just now, when Pang Wenjun heard Mo Huasong agree to this request, his eyes were full of jealousy.

It was a small black knife, and its sharpness was about the same as that of a magic weapon in the cultivation realm.

Not to mention the super sect, even if it is a third-level sect in the cultivation realm, it may not be able to come up with so many magic weapons.

"Good. Mo Huasong nodded, and took out a hundred small black knives directly from the space ring. "You take an inventory. ”

"Will we still not be able to trust Master Deception?" Long Yingjun looked at so many small black knives, and smiled so much in his heart that he couldn't see his eyes. "Father, I'm sorry for you this time. ”

The dragon painter nodded, the hearts of parents all over the world, even if he is high, he still thinks that his son is getting more and more powerful.

Now with the support of Master Batian, the Huangshan Sect has so many peerless treasures, and it can walk sideways in the mundane world in the future.

Of course, except for Mo Huasong, who should not be provoked, the others are still not so afraid.

Mo Huasong is a person who is not even afraid of nuclear weapons, and he is definitely the strongest person on earth.

The dragon painter nodded, and then said to Mo Huasong: "Master Batian, I'm sorry, I didn't know that classmate Liu Lanxi was your person, otherwise I would have taught her the finishing skills at that time." ”

It is a great benefit to make the Deception Master owe them a favor.

What a secret family, that's all.

He also knew people in the Xiuzhen Realm, but the people on the Xiuzhen Realm said that Master Batian was the person the sect on the Xiuzhen Realm wanted to befriend, not to mention their Huangshan Sect.

And the most powerful thing about the Deception Master is the Little White Sword, but that thing is too rare, and it is not something that their Huangshan faction can afford.

Even the ordinary Xiuzhen sect can't afford it.

If you can get to know Master Batian this time, you should have a good fate, and everyone will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future.

(End of chapter)