The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 144 Wood Spirit Orb

Mo Huasong frowned slightly: "You want to buy my little black knife?"

"Yes, it used to be sold for one billion yuan. I don't know how much you want to buy it? Especially the one in your hand. I will offer 100 billion yuan." A big man in front of him stared at the small one in Mo Huasong's hand. black knife.

Everyone knows that Mo Batian used the little black knife to cut off the little black knife in the hand of the star gate elder.

It is also a small black knife, but there are also grades.

Mo Huasong shook his head and said, "I'm not short of money, I need rare treasures. For example, I can accept the exchange of thousand-year-old ginseng, ganoderma lucidum or other things at the same price."

"Thousand-year ginseng, I have it." A warrior exclaimed excitedly.

Another martial artist next to him gave him a blank look, and said sarcastically, "How many do you have? You need at least a hundred or dozens of small black knives like Master Batian?"

When the warrior in front heard this, he shrugged his head and dared not speak.

Mo Huasong entered the villa inside, and under the prompt of the sword spirit, collected some herbs, but Mo Huasong directly ignored the weapons and elixir that were regarded as treasures by the warriors next to him.

At this time, Pang Jiang ran over, first bowed ninety degrees to Mo Huasong, and then respectfully said: "Mr. Mo, the owner asked me to tell you that if you don't want those things from the star gate, you can hand them over to me." Shall we handle it?"

"Yes." Mo Huasong disagreed.

He doesn't like such rubbish.

"Great." Pang Jiang's eyes sparkled.

Mo Huasong saw that the purpose of coming to Stargate this time had been achieved, so he also wanted to go back.

After what happened this time, no one dared to think of him again.

If you want a weapon, you can trade it for anything.

When Mo Huasong just went outside, Mr. Bole hurried over: "Master Batian, please stay."

Mr. Bole's face was full of apprehension, just now Mo Batian's attack was terrible. Not only did he kill the Wu devil with the strength of the master, but he also killed all the people in the star gate.

That kind of vicious and cruel method made him feel weak in both feet.

If Mo Batian gets upset, he will kill him at any time.

"Mr. Bole, what do you want?" Mo Huasong stopped and turned to look at Mr. Bole.

Mr. Bole shuddered, his body trembling with excitement: "Ba, Master Batian, do you know this little guy like me?"

"Well, you appraise treasures." Mo Huasong felt that this Mr. Bole still had a little sense, and could tell that Mu Fanxuan's was a defensive magic weapon.

"Master Batian, if you can use my Mr. Bole in the future, please feel free to say that I will go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire." Mr. Bole patted his chest with a "bang bang".

Mo Huasong frowned and asked, "If there is nothing else, I will leave."

"Yes, I have something to do." Mr. Bole felt Mo Huasong's impatience, trembling with fright, and hurriedly took out something from his arms.

"Huh? Do you have a storage bag?" Mo Huasong looked at Mr. Bole in surprise.

You must know that Mo Huasong rarely sees storage bags in the secular world, but only with Chang Zhicheng.

Chang Zhicheng is from Wanjianmen in the cultivation world, so that's different.

Mr. Bole was startled, his face changed drastically: "Master Batian, do you know that I have a storage bag?"

The storage bag is a treasure. If other people in the secular world know about it, they will hunt him down and snatch the storage bag.

"Don't worry, I don't like your stuff." Seeing that Mr. Bole was very frightened, Mo Huasong comforted him with a smile.

Master Batian, just brag, my storage bag is a magic weapon, I bought it from a mysterious person with a lot of money.

You say you don't like it?I think you like it very much, but you can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour.Mr. Bole thought to himself.

When Mo Huasong saw a yellow piece of wood the size of a palm in Mr. Bole's hand, his expression changed drastically. "Mr. Bole, do you want to—"

The yellow wood has a strange fragrance, a bit like sandalwood, but not.

"Master Batian, I bought this at an auction once. Although the seller didn't know what it was, I thought the wood was not simple, so I bought it at a high price. I want to exchange it for yours Little black knife." Bole said shyly. "If it is not possible, I will add millennium ginseng or other resources for practicing exercises."

Mo Huasong hurriedly asked: "Do you have any other good things, show them all to me, and I will exchange them with you."

That piece of yellow wood is called Huang Lingmu. This color is already mature, so there must be a Wood Spirit Orb inside.

The wood spirit orb has a great nourishing effect on the soul, and the injured sword spirit needs it very much.

The sword spirit is originally a soul body, and this wood spirit orb is a great supplement to it.That's why Mo Huasong was happy.

"Master Batian, let's take a step to talk." Mr. Bole whispered.

Mo Huasong nodded, and walked aside with Mr. Bole.

Only then did Mr. Bole take out the storage bag from his arms, and then took out some things.

Mo Huasong didn't pay attention to some of the treasures that Mr. Bole presented. Instead, he was interested in the thousand-year-old ginseng and the hundreds-year-old Ganoderma lucidum.

"Mr. Bole, I want these things. Just tell me what you want." Mo Huasong brought Huang Lingmu and those cultivation resources over.

Mr. Bole felt relieved when he saw that Mo Huasong didn't ask for his storage bag.

His most precious thing is the storage bag, which is convenient for him to store things.If Mo Huasong snatched it away, it would undoubtedly cost his life.

"I, I want that little black knife you had just now." Mr. Bole is worthy of being a businessman. Although he is very afraid of Mo Huasong, he still wants to take advantage of it.

If Mo Huasong disagreed, he would ask for a little black knife with a lower grade.

But Mo Huasong handed him the little black knife without saying a word. "make a deal."

Mo Huasong continued to walk outside, and Mr. Bole hurriedly asked: "Master Batian, can you refine other treasures? For example, big knives, swords, etc.?"

"Of course, as long as you have good things, I can refine them for you." Mo Huasong said.

"Then is it convenient for you to leave a phone number?" Mr. Bole asked.

"If you go to Pangjiazhuang, you can find me." Mo Huasong saw that more and more warriors wanted to ask him for a small black knife, so he couldn't help frowning, and left here directly using lightness kung fu.

Seeing that Mo Huasong disappeared in the blink of an eye, the warriors behind couldn't help sighing: "This is the strength of the master realm. Master Batian said just now that Zhanhai City is his territory, and we can't do anything wrong there in the future."

Everyone nodded one after another. To know the strength of a grandmaster, it is equivalent to the possession of a super sect or a family. Whoever provokes who dies, even the country can't save you.

Suddenly, everyone looked at Pang Jiang who was guarding a large pile of weapons, elixir and other things in unison.

In an instant, these people rushed towards Pang Jiang. At this time, they looked like wolves who had been hungry for a hundred days and suddenly saw a big piece of delicious fat.

Seeing thousands of warriors rushing towards him, Pang Jiang yelled in fright: "You, don't mess around. I'm from Pangjiazhuang. No, I'm just the guy in charge of guarding these things. If you want to grab them, you can Go ahead, don't kill me."

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