The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 206 Don't dare to go to Zhanhai City
Pang Wenjun's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly replied: "Yes, Miss Xiao, they are very powerful, their strength is at least several times that of ours, please persuade Mr. Mo."

"He has such a stubborn temper, how could he listen to other people's advice?" Xiao Jie shook her head, her eyes were full of worry.

Mo Huasong glared at Xiao Jie: "When men talk, women don't interrupt."

"Hmph." Although Xiao Jie was angry, she didn't say anything more.

Seeing this, Pang Wenjun had no choice but to tell Mo Huasong the current situation in Zhanhai City.

Since the Hailong Sect, Tianpeng Sect, and Dongting Sect were all wiped out, the other sects shrank back in fright.

Seeing this, Mo Huasong said, "Pang Wenjun, I see, you all go back."

"Ah, shall we all go back?" Pang Wenjun exclaimed in surprise. "What if other enemies come?"

"It's okay, didn't you see? When the enemy comes, Su Weidong can solve it by himself." Mo Huasong smiled disapprovingly.

Not to mention Su Weidong, but Xiao Jie next to her. If she can specialize in Xiaotianyin, her achievements will not be worse than Su Weidong.

But she is all about money, how can she have time to practice?
Just now Mo Huasong asked Xiao Jie to come over to check on her cultivation, and he was so angry that he almost wanted to slap her ass.

What is this called?She has practiced for so long and given her so many pills, yet she has not cultivated her true qi yet, let alone a level of qi refining.

Su Weidong has three levels of qi refining, one person beats many people, and those innate masters all die in his hands.

"That's true." Pang Wenjun nodded awkwardly.

The people around Mr. Mo are very powerful. Even if they join forces, they can't beat Su Weidong. After all, his martial arts is similar to that of Hai Long's head.

Pang Wenjun looked at the broken knife in his hand, turned around with a bitter face and walked outside.

"Give me your broken knife." Mo Huasong called.

"Ah, Mr. Mo, this knife is broken, do you still want to take it back?" Pang Wenjun was about to cry.

Since he owned this little black knife, he loves it more than his wife.

With a small black knife, his fighting power is much stronger.

"Put your head back, and I'll fix it for you." Mo Huasong gave Pang Wenjun an angry look.

Pang Wenjun and the others will be required to work outside in a while, and Mo Huasong also wants their combat effectiveness to be stronger.

Pang Wenjun excitedly handed over the broken knife, Mo Huasong took it directly and threw it in the air, and immediately caught it with the black ghost fire.

Pang Wenjun was dumbfounded, isn't this too fast?Mr. Mo is indeed a bull.

"Mr. Mo, thank you." Pang Wenjun hurriedly took the small black knife he had received, and ran out quickly. He was afraid that Mo Huasong would take it back again.

"Crack." Pang Wenjun ran so fast that he didn't see the front door frame, and hit his head directly.

But Pang Wenjun didn't feel any pain, and continued to run outside.

Xiao Jie looked at Mo Huasong strangely: "Mo Huasong, did you work as a blacksmith part-time?"

"You only work part-time as a blacksmith." Mo Huasong scolded. "Don't sing so many songs, and practice Xiaotian Yingong when you have time."

"No, you have to accompany me to the stadium tonight, and I'm going to sing tonight." Xiao Jie shook her head.

Mo Huasong frowned slightly, this woman is really troublesome.

"What's the matter? You promised me, you don't mean what you want to say?" Xiao Jie looked at Mo Huasong tenderly with beautiful eyes.

Mo Huasong said helplessly: "Whenever I say nothing, I will accompany you there at night."

"Then it's settled, I'm going to fly in the car." Xiao Jie clapped her little hands excitedly.

"I'll go, this woman really pushes her feet." Huo Ling refused to listen.

If you let the car fly, wouldn't you let him and the sword spirit carry the car again?
"I, let me ask you, you were so nervous about me just now, do you like me?" Mo Huasong asked after hesitating.

Xiao Jie rolled her beautiful eyes, stood up briskly, and her sexy S-shaped figure appeared in front of Mo Huasong. "Don't think too much, how can I like you?"

After finishing speaking, Xiao Jie ran upstairs.

"Hmph." Mo Huasong sat on the sofa angrily.

In the Mo family in the capital, Mr. Mo and the others sat in the conference hall with sad faces.

Even Mo Huaren was not as happy as before.

"Grandpa, according to the information we received, none of the warriors in Zhanhai City would dare to go to Mo's Manor." Mo Huaren clenched his fists in anger.

Originally, Mo Huaren wanted to kill Mo Huasong, and let Hong Yaxuan know how powerful he was. He was the one who truly deserved her.

But I didn't expect Jin Taoist and the others to die, and the Hailong faction, Tianpeng faction and Dongting faction and other first-level sects were completely wiped out.

An old man in black appeared behind him, named Mo Ying, who was the leader of the Mo family's shadow team.

He is an important figure in the dark side of the Mo family, and only Mr. Mo can command him.

Moreover, Mr. Mo usually talks to him in a negotiating tone, never daring to offend him.

Once, Jin Daoren had to bow to Mo Ying when he saw Mo Ying, which shocked the Mo family secretly.

However, Mo Ying seldom appeared in the Mo family, only when important events happened in the Mo family.

Because of the changes in Zhanhai City this time, no one dared to carry out the order issued by the Mo family, and this slapped the Mo family in the face.

Seeing that something was wrong, Mr. Mo asked Mo Ying to come out.

Mo Ying nodded lightly: "Master Hua Ren is right, a man named Su Weidong single-handedly killed the masters of the three factions including the Sea Dragon Sect, including several innate martial arts masters."

"Then, who is that Su Weidong? How could he be so powerful?" Mo Huaren gasped secretly.

Mo Ying shook his head and said, "We can't find out what his background is, but we know that he and Mo Huasong are classmates, and now they follow Mo Huasong."

"It seems that Wu Yuzhen paid a lot of money to hire another expert to protect Mo Huasong." Mr. Mo sighed.

Mo Huaren said angrily: "Senior Mo Ying, why don't you take someone to Zhanhai City. I guess Su Weidong and the others are innate martial arts, they can't go anywhere."

Mo Ying glanced at Mo Huaren, with a bad expression on his face. "Pang Wenjun announced just now that Mo Batian said that anyone who trespasses on Mo's estate without consent will die!"

"Mo, Mo Batian also supports Mo's Villa?" Mo Huaren's expression changed drastically. "Impossible. Didn't Third Uncle say that he has already reached a good cooperative relationship with Pangjiazhuang? He also gave him a thousand-year-old ginseng? Why is it that not only Pangjiazhuang is helping Mo Huasong and the others, but also Mo Batian?"

Mo Huaren was secretly worried when he thought that Mo Batian was a master of martial arts and could refine peerless treasures.

"Yes, that's the way it is. If all of us go to Zhanhai City again, we might be killed to death." Mo Ying nodded.

He is only a half-step master, so how could he be Mo Batian's opponent?

"By the way, are Mo Batian, Su Weidong and others related to the Wu family? Are they supporting Wu Yuzhen behind the scenes?" Mo Huaren asked suddenly.

Old Master Mo's face changed: "It's possible, otherwise, how could Wu Yuzhen and the others suddenly become a hero? How could they find such a powerful master?"

(End of this chapter)