The eyes of the Great Elder of the Mukong Sect lit up, this little black knife was really a good thing.

When Pangjiazhuang is done, he will go to Wu Chaoxing tomorrow to see how many small black knives the other party has, no matter how much money it costs, they will all ask for it.

If the masters of the Mukong Sect all had a small black knife like this, how could the other first-level sects be their opponents?

"Damn, the dog thief of the Mukong faction, I fought with you. In this case, Pang Wenjun risked his life.

The Great Elder saw Pang Wenjun rushing over with a broken knife, sneered, and the small black knife in his hand slashed at Pang Wenjun again.

The black light flashed, and Pang Wenjun felt a terrifying, deathly aura coming towards him.

"Not good. Pang Wenjun hurriedly retreated to the back.

With a sound of "bell", the treasure knife in Pang Wenjun's hand was broken again, and only a third remained.

Pang Wenjun's martial arts were originally in the middle of the Great Elder of the Mukong Sect, but now the other party has a powerful peerless treasure weapon in his hand, how can he be someone's opponent?

At this time, Pang Wenjun rushed desperately to the back, not daring to fight with the Great Elder again.

Seeing this, Mo Huasong scolded angrily: "Pang Wenjun, you are really useless. ”

Pang Wenjun flew to Mo Huasong's side and cried with a sad face: "Mr. Mo, let's run away quickly." The Great Elder has a peerless treasure in his hand, and I can't beat him. ”

Although Pang Wenjun heard that the peerless treasure was refined by Master Deception, he didn't expect that Mo Huasong, Mo Batian, and Master Deception were the same person.

In his heart, Mo Huasong is an alchemist, so he can't be more good, if he is still a refiner, then can he still have it? Isn't Mo Huasong so powerful that he is in the sky?

Pang Wenjun saw that Mo Huasong was standing there and did not move, and said anxiously: "If we don't leave, there will be no chance to escape." ”

"Hahaha, Pang Wenjun, if you escaped alone just now, I wouldn't be able to stop you. But now you can't escape. "The Great Elder has already flown to the back, cutting off Pang Wenjun's back way to escape.

Mo Huasong asked Pang Wenjun: "If you have that little black knife, you can kill that great elder?"

"Ordinary small black knives are definitely not good, they need the peerless treasure refined by the master of Batian. Pang Wenjun shook his head regretfully: "If I have the peerless treasure weapon of the Deception Master in my hand, I will definitely be able to kill the Great Elder." ”

"Okay, I'll give you the little black knife. Mo Huasong angrily took out a few small black knives from the storage container, which he was going to sell to Wu Chaoxing later to make money.

Pang Wenjun looked at Mo Huasong and threw him a few small black knives, his eyes widened: "Mr. Mo, you have bought so many peerless treasures?"

Now it's okay, he can deal with the Great Elder.

But there are too many small black knives, there are five in total, even if he uses his hands and feet together, he can only use four.

"Hahaha, Pang Wenjun, you stupid. The Great Elder mocked Pang Wenjun. "Do you think that Master Batian's peerless treasure is a streetside item? You can buy a few as soon as you buy it? Let me tell you, this little black knife in my hand was bought from Wu Chaoxing for 300 million yuan because of a lot of personal relationships. ”

Wu Chaoxing said that he only has one or two handfuls on hand now, and he is out of stock. The kid took out five small black knives at once, which must be fakes. ”

When Mo Huasong heard this, he scolded Wu Chaoxing in his heart for being a big profiteer.

Obviously, he sold him a hundred small black knives, and even if he sold them again, he still had dozens of them in his hand.

Wu Chaoxing deliberately said that there was no goods, because he wanted to increase the price of the little black knife.

Pang Wenjun's face changed abruptly, yes, the Great Elder was not wrong.

What kind of character is the master of the Heavenly Deception, it is a master of refining, and it takes one or two years to refine a peerless treasure like that.

How can it be like Mo Huasong, who took out five at once, as if the peerless treasure was worthless.

Mo Huasong glanced at Pang Wenjun: "Pang Wenjun, don't you believe that my little black knife is real?"

You must know that the batch of goods he left behind is better than the one given to Wu Chaoxing.

"I, I believe Mr. Mo. Pang Wenjun gritted his teeth and shouted.

At this time, he can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor. And Mo Huasong is not ordinary from others, which can make them Pangjiazhuang appear two innate masters at once.

So, Pang Wenjun threw the other three small black knives on the ground, held two of them in his hand, and rushed towards the Great Elder with his bow left and right.

Even if the small black knife in his hand was a fake, after all, he now had one more small black knife than the Great Elder, and he had an advantage in numbers.

The Great Elder watched Pang Wenjun rush towards him with a small black knife, and his eyes showed contempt: "Pang Wenjun, you stupid, dare to fight me with a fake?" ”

The Great Elder's right hand was raised, and the small black knife blasted towards Pang Wenjun with a black light.

In the eyes of the Great Elder, as long as he attacked with one move, he could kill Pang Wenjun.

"Smack. There was a soft sound in front of him, and the Great Elder felt his right hand tremble, and he was actually shocked back a few steps. And Pang Wenjun stood there, the little black knife in his hand was not broken.

"This, what's going on?" the Great Elder looked at Pang Wenjun in surprise.

Pang Wenjun didn't know what was going on, he swung his knife and fought desperately with the Great Elder, thinking that his life might not be guaranteed.

But now not only does he have nothing to do, but he also has nothing to do with the little black knife in his hand.

"This, is this really refined by the master of Batian?" Pang Wenjun saw the word "Batian" engraved on the little black knife, and his heart swelled with strangeness.

Suddenly, Pang Wenjun rushed towards the back excitedly, completely ignoring the Great Elder who was forced back by him.

I saw Pang Wenjun fall to the ground, picked up the three small black knives that he had just thrown away, and hurriedly put them in his arms. "Oh my God, these are all treasures, I just threw them on the ground. Pang Wenjun really wanted to slap himself a few times.

If others see that the owner of his dignified Pangjiazhuang is so out of shape, he will laugh and be generous.

"Mr. Mo, I really didn't expect that these little black knives are real!" Pang Wenjun turned his head to look at Mo Huasong, and his eyes showed nothing but excitement.

He has the peerless weapon of the Deceptive Master, and he can deal with the Great Elder.

"Of course it's true, when did I lie. Mo Huasong had a cold face: "Hurry up and kill them." ”

After speaking, Mo Huasong's right hand moved, cutting off Lika's other leg.

"Ah, I don't have both legs. Rika screamed, "Quick, get his mother out, I can't die." ”

At this time, Pang Wenjun found out that the little black knife in Mo Huasong's hand was also a small black knife, and it must have been refined by Master Batian.

I'll go, Mr. Mo is too powerful, why do you have so many peerless treasures on your body?

Pang Wenjun didn't think much about it, and with a small black knife in his hand, he waved it and flew towards the Great Elder.

"Dangdang. The sound of the clashing of the treasure kept ringing.

Pang Wenjun became more and more happy, but the Great Elder was not happy.

Pang Wenjun took two treasure weapons and beat him with one treasure weapon, how could there be such a fight? It was too unfair and too inhumane.

It was just an oversight, and the Great Elder's arm was slashed by Pang Wenjun.

PS: It's really not easy to write a new book, write it slowly, and want to write a masterpiece. When it hits the shelves, there will definitely be more updates than there are now.