"Master, will we go back now?" the sword spirit asked Mo Huasong.

Mo Huasong shook his head and glanced coldly into the distance: "I want to fight until they are scared and dare not kill me again, and I will go back." ”

At this time, Mo Huasong no longer needs to ask who wants to kill him, can he mobilize fighter jets to kill him, how can ordinary people do it?

As long as he goes to the king of the Black Country, there will definitely be no mistake.

So, Mo Huasong rushed to Feishi, the capital of the Black Country.

At the same time, Mo Huasong shouted at the sky: "The king of the black country listen to me, if you dare to calculate me, I will kill you." ”

"What? Mo Batian is so good, even our king dares to kill him?" some of the black people disagreed. "Does he have what it takes?"

"It's hard to say, now even the Black Six fighter can't do anything about him, what else do you think our country can do with him?" someone scoffed. "It seems that no ninja in our country dares to appear to stop Mo Batian. ”

Sure enough, as that person said, no one dares to stop Mo Batian now.

Mo Huasong flew over city by city, and when he arrived at the family over there, he immediately went in and asked them if they wanted to cultivate resources.

Not much, each family wants twenty thousand-year-old ginseng of equal value, if it is not given or not, Mo Huasong will kill people directly.

As soon as the little white sword comes out, who dares to compete?

Mo Ba Tianniu is so afraid that he is not even afraid of the Black Six fighters, how can he be afraid of them?

In the past few days since Mo Batian came to the Black Country, he didn't know how many Grandmaster martial arts masters he had killed.

Now the ninjas of the Black Country have suffered very heavy losses, and they can't be as arrogant as before at all.

Now everywhere Mo Huasong goes, he will kill if he doesn't agree with him, and there is blood all around.

For Mo Huasong, the black country is now helpless.

Use martial arts, if you can't beat it, whoever comes will die. Even if they used wheel tactics, Mo Huasong could kill hundreds of their martial arts ninjas in a short period of time.

Just ask, how many batches of hundreds of ninjas are there in the ninja world?

Now when many ninja families heard that they were going to deal with Mo Batian, they shook their heads and refused to go.

Therefore, Mo Huasong returned with a full load and went directly to the capital of the Black Country to kill.

"Ring, ring, ring. Mo Huasong's cell phone rang.

Mo Huasong took out his mobile phone and saw that it was Hong Yaxuan calling.

"What's the matter with you?" asked Mo Huasong.

"Haven't you returned to China yet?" Hong Yaxuan paused and explained, "It was the chief who asked me to tell you. ”

"Don't worry, how can you get this bad breath. Mo Huasong shook his head and hung up the phone directly.

It was already morning, and Mo Huasong came to a place close to Fei City.

It is estimated that in less than an hour, he will be able to reach the capital of the Black Country.

"Ring, ring, ring. Mo Huasong's phone rang again.

Mo Huasong thought it was Hong Yaxuan calling, and answered the phone angrily: "Are you annoyed?"

"Hello Master Batian, I know I'm a little annoyed, but I have received a task from the king, and I have to complete it. The other party said in a low voice.

"Who are you?" Mo Huasong realized that he had scolded wrongly. "Are you talking about the king of the Black Country?"

"Yes, I am the messenger of the king of the black country, and now we want to talk to you for peace. The messenger said. "We have prepared a thousand thousand-year-old ginseng to compensate you for your spiritual losses, I don't know if this will work?"

"I don't want peace talks. Mo Huasong was suddenly stunned for a moment and asked, "Do you say it's a thousand thousand-year-old ginseng?"

"Yes, Master Decepticon, this is our limit, there is no way to raise it. The messenger said. "I hope you can feel our sincerity, in the past, some ninja families did something wrong, and our king did not know about it, please forgive him. ”

Mo Huasong smiled and said: "If you admit your mistakes earlier, then there is nothing to do, and I am also a very good talker." Where are you now? Come to me. By the way, when you come here, remember to bring all the 1,000-year-old ginseng. ”

Bage, I thought you were a good talker, but it turns out that you are looking at a thousand thousand thousand years of ginseng. The messenger cursed angrily in his heart.

But no matter how angry he was, he still smiled and said, "Okay, Master Batian, I know your location, I'll go over to you now." ”

Now who doesn't know where Mo Huasong is? The question is, who dares to approach him?

It's so fierce, you kill a ninja when you see it, and whoever comes close will die.

Mo Huasong no longer rushed to Feishi, but rested in a hotel in a small city next to him.

There are people everywhere here, and it is estimated that the black country will not dare to mess around and launch missiles at will.

Just as Mo Huasong had just finished eating and was about to rest, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in. Mo Huasong shouted outside.

At the same time, the sword spirit flew over and opened the door.

A middle-aged man in a kimono walked in, surprise on his face.

Because it was clear that Mo Batian was inside, why did the door open directly, as if it was locked just now.

It's weird, it's weird.

Mo Huasong watched the middle-aged man come in and asked, "Are you a messenger?"

"Here, ask Master Batian to check it. This person was the messenger, and he hurriedly waved his hand, and some ninjas came in behind him carrying a lot of hemp bags.

Mo Huasong saw those sacks, nodded and asked, "Are they all ready? Are there a thousand thousand-year-old ginseng? Don't lie to me, if there is one less, I will make trouble for you." ”

"There will be no less, I don't dare to lie to anyone. The messenger hurriedly said.

Mo Huasong checked the thousand-year-old ginseng, and when he saw that it was correct, he let them go.

The envoy asked, "Master Deception, can the previous grudge be written off?"

"Yes, I'm a good talker, no problem. Mo Huasong smiled.

"You're talking. The messenger cursed in his heart. "If you can talk, then everyone in the world can talk. There are at least a few thousand ninjas who died on you in our Black Country, and there are many grandmasters and martial arts masters. ”

The messenger did not dare to show his face here, and hurriedly ran out with his men.

Mo Huasong put those thousand-year-old ginseng into the space ring, which made the sword spirit lock the door. "Sword Spirit, I'll rest, you help me watch here. ”

"Master, let me help you watch it, I am very diligent. Huo hurriedly ran out and smiled at Mo Huasong.

Mo Huasong glanced at the black ghost fire: "Okay, I don't know your mind yet, you want thousand-year-old ginseng, right?"

"Yes, master, my strength has become stronger, and I will work hard for you, the same reason. Fire greedily thought about the thousand-year-old ginseng that Mo Huasong had just gotten.

It would be great if I could give him all the 1,000-year-old ginseng.

Mo Huasong took out ten pieces of ginseng and threw them to the fire, and then went directly to the bed over there to rest.

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