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"You want to leave, you can. Mo Huasong nodded and said.

"Mo Shao, you are so good, my admiration for you is like the water of the Yangtze River. Li Zitao said excitedly.

Mo Huasong saw that Li Zitao wanted to leave, his right hand was raised, and the white light flashed, Li Zitao screamed and fell to the ground, he no longer had a right leg.

However, Mo Huasong's technique is very unique, although he cut off Li Zitao's right leg, but the blood did not flow much, he temporarily sealed the opponent's acupuncture points, and prevented him from dying due to excessive bleeding.

When Liu Men saw Mo Huasong's move, his eyes widened, and he shouted in shock: "Mo Shao, you, are you using a treasure weapon?"

You must know that these martial arts people also pay great attention to the weapons in their hands, generally speaking, the better the weapons in their hands, the more they can defeat their opponents.

But no matter how good a weapon is, it's not as good as a treasure.

Like the legendary cadre Mo Ye is a treasure, sharpening iron like clay and blowing sharp blades. Even if an ordinary martial artist has a treasure weapon in his hand, he dares to challenge an opponent whose martial arts are stronger than him.

Like the head of their Yixing Gate, they also have a treasured treasure. However, the treasure is also divided into lower grade, middle grade, and upper grade, and they are the lower grade of the Yixing door.

But Rao is like this, their Yixingmen has a high status in the martial arts, and no one dares to despise their leader. For example, when two masters face off, the weapon in their own hand can cut off the opponent's weapon with a single move, which undoubtedly has the upper hand and can defeat the opponent.

And this weapon that Mo Huasong shot just now may be a treasure weapon.

Because of the special materials used to refine the treasure, it is very convenient to hide it, and it will be used to display it when it is needed.

Treasure: Your mother's big winter melon, your whole family is a treasure. Mo Huasong scolded Liu Men in his heart.

The sword spirit is a supreme artifact, and it is actually said to be a worldly treasure by this brainless big winter melon.

The worst weapon in the cultivation realm is the magic weapon, the magic weapon is a hundred times better than the treasure weapon, and the supreme artifact is more than ten thousand times better than the magic weapon.

"Why don't you keep your head flat? I hate it when people have a bald head. Mo Huasong scolded Liu Men.

Liu Men was so frightened that he hurriedly begged for mercy: "Mo Shao, don't kill me, I also want to keep a flat head, but my hair has fallen out, and I can't keep a flat head." ”

"Even if I don't kill you, I will abolish your martial arts, so that you won't harm others in the future. After speaking, Mo Huasong patted it at Liumen's dantian.

"Ahh Seeing that his martial arts were abolished, Liu Men fainted in anger.

Li Zitao screamed in pain: "Mo Shao, didn't you say that I could leave? Why did you cut off my legs?"

The beautiful woman beside Li Zitao was stunned by the scene just now.

"I mean you can leave, but not now, you tell me things first. I'm a person who doesn't like ink, and if you hide anything from me, I'll kill you. Mo Huasong stared at Li Zitao with a murderous face.

"Mo Shao, don't kill me, I said, it was Bai Shao of the Mo family in the capital who asked me to do this. Li Zitao hurriedly said.

Mo Huasong was so terrible, so he hurried to tell him the truth. The best ending is that when Mo Huasong found Bai Shao, he was killed by Bai Shao.

Mo Huasong frowned slightly: "Bai Shao of the Mo family in the capital, is it Mo Huabai?"

Mo Huabai, the son of his late father Mo Chengming's third brother, is 22 years old and runs a company in the capital of Mo's family.

Every direct child of the Mo family, after becoming an adult, the Mo family will hand over to the other party's company to take care of.

This Mo Huabai is a business genius, and after taking over the company at the age of 18, it only took a few years to increase the company's profits to 20 times, which surprised the Mo family.

Legend has it that Old Man Mo loves Mo Huabai very much, and may make him the future successor of the Mo family.

It stands to reason that Mo Chengming is the eldest son of Old Man Mo and the main candidate to take over the Mo family. Even if Mo Chengming can't take over in the future, Mo Chengming's son Mo Huasong will take over.

But Mo Chengming passed away a few years ago, and some people said that Mo Huasong was not Mo Chengming's son, but Wu Yuzhen was born by stealing people, so the Mo family's attitude towards Mo Huasong became cold.

And because Mo Huasong did a big ugly thing in the Mo family when he was fourteen years old, he was kicked out by the Mo family.

Wu Yuzhen couldn't stand those gossips, and took Mo Huasong to Zhanhai City.

Wu Yuzhen's so-called stealing of people also spread to the Wu family, and the Wu family didn't care about Wu Yuzhen's mother and son.

So, they're not doing well here.

Mo Huabai has always had opinions about Mo Huasong, and he used to bully him often.

"Yes. Li Zitao nodded. "Mo Shao, I also act according to orders, so you can let me go. ”

Mo Huasong took Li Zitao's mobile phone and called Mo Huabai, and after a while, the mobile phone was connected.

"Zitao, did you kill Mo Huasong?" Mo Huabai's voice came from the phone.

Due to the failure of the hotel plan, Mo Huabai asked Li Zitao to find someone to kill Mo Huasong directly.

Zhanhai City is Li Zitao's territory, and it is not difficult to kill a waste like Mo Huasong.

Some time ago, Mo Huabai heard someone in the capital say that Wu Yuzhen called the Wu family, which made him nervous.

If the Wu family interferes in Mo Huasong's affairs, it may make Mo Huasong return to the Mo family in the capital, and won't he be empty in the future?

Therefore, Mo Huabai designed such a thing, only if Mo Huasong slept with two influential figures, it would cause big news, and the Mo family and the Wu family would die for Mo Huasong.

Even if Mo Huasong escaped from the hotel, Mo Huasong still let people secretly spread the news to the ears of the relevant personnel, so that Mo Huasong died without a place to be buried.

"It turns out that you secretly instructed all this, why did you kill me?" Mo Huasong's voice was full of anger.

He didn't have much affection for the people of the Mo family, and now when it was confirmed from Mo Huabai's voice that the other party was going to put him to death, he was even more angry.

"Are you Mo Huasong, Li Zitao, why didn't they kill you?" Mo Huabai cried out in surprise.

In order to design this matter, Mo Huabai personally came to Zhanhai City to meet with Li Zitao.

The two bodyguards beside Li Zitao are both acquired martial arts masters, and any one of them can sweep away a small gang.

Mo Huasong has not studied martial arts since he was a child, and after Mo Chengming's accident, no one cared about him. A person like Mo Huasong, who has no hands to tie the chicken, can pinch him to death by any person.

Mo Huasong sneered: "They are dying. ”

"What, you dare to kill them?" Mo Huabai shouted again, but he was immediately overjoyed: "Okay, Mo Huasong, if you dare to kill, I think you will be finished this time." In the future, the Mo family will be mine, and in addition, your mother is troublesome, and she wants to find the Wu family to help you. Damn, when you go to jail, I'll have your mother kidnapped. ”

"Mo Huabai. Mo Huasong's eyes showed a strong killing intent.

Mother has always been his reverse scale, who touches who dies.

"Hahaha, Mo Huasong, are you very angry? Let me tell you, although your mother is a, she is very good-looking and has a good figure, and my subordinates drool when they see it. When the time comes, I'll let them be your cheap stepfather and take turns playing with your mother. Mo Huabai felt Mo Huasong's anger, and his heart was happy.

For so many years, Mo Huabai has always taken the fight against Mo Huasong for fun. The worse Mo Huasong lived, the happier he became.