The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 212 Black Soul Wood

Mo Huasong nodded and said, "Yes, I have a space ring, but no space storage bag."

"Ah." Mr. Bole shouted in disbelief: "Master, don't be joking, how can you have such good things? I'm not bragging. On Earth, I may be the only one who has space to store things. "

Mo Huasong smiled, and directly stuffed the small box into the space ring.

"Ah." Mr. Bole looked at Mo Huasong's left middle finger in surprise, where there was an insignificant black ring, like a fake sold on the street, very inconspicuous.

But just now Mr. Bole clearly saw Mo Huasong put the small box on his left hand, and then disappeared.

That must be a space ring, there is nothing wrong with that.

How can this be?How could Master Batian have such a powerful thing?Mr. Bole's eyes lit up.

He has an interspatial storage bag on his body, so he thinks it is very great, and usually dare not let others know, for fear of being hunted down by others.

But Master Batian has a space ring, if people in the martial arts world know about it, it will make people crazy.

Mo Huasong glanced at Mr. Bole: "What's the matter? Want to get an idea of ​​my space ring?"

"No, I dare not." Mr. Bole shook his head desperately.

Are you kidding around the world, Mo Batian is a master of martial arts, if he dares to have a little crooked idea, he will definitely die beyond death.

"Okay, let's go." Mo Huasong walked towards the corner over there.

Mr. Bole was also happy to get four small black knives.

At least this can sell for a lot of money, allowing him to buy a lot of good things.

In fact, Mr. Bole is equivalent to an intermediary. With his own vision, he gets something, raises the price and sells it to make a profit.

Sitting on the sofa in the corner, Mo Huasong sent a voice transmission to the general manager outside: "Look at the door, and don't let anyone else come in."

Just now the general manager heard something happened in the VIP rest area, so he ran over in fright.

But when he saw Ma Jun being carried away by the young masters, he didn't dare to go in, so he had to wait outside.

Hearing Mo Huasong's sound transmission now, he nodded desperately while turning his head to look around.

It's strange, the prince is obviously not around, how can he talk to me?

The general manager hurriedly called two more security guards over, and everyone guarded the door together.

Mo Huasong took out the small box with fiery eyes.

The precious part of this small box lies in its material, which is made of black soul wood.

If it is an ordinary person, it is useless to take this kind of black soul wood.

But Mo Huasong now has a soul seed in the spiritual sea, and he needs this kind of black soul wood.

Black soul wood is equivalent to the nutrient material of the soul seed, with it, it can promote the growth of the soul seed.

"Take it." Mo Huasong recited a formula silently, and the small box flew towards his head, and finally disappeared.

Not long after, the soul-seed in Mo Huasong's spiritual sea swelled up a bit, as if a woman was pregnant, and the life in her belly grew bigger.

"I really didn't expect that there are still good things on an interface like the earth." Mo Huasong screamed in his heart.

He wanted Pang Wenjun and Xie Wuchou to find more special things to see if they could get better cultivation resources.

And every once in a while in the martial arts world, there will be auctions, and there are good things in them.

Mo Huasong continued to practice the exercises, and the two hours passed easily.

"Ring ring ring." Mo Huasong's cell phone rang, and it was Xiao Jie calling.

"Hey, where are you?" Xiao Jie asked.

"I'm in the VIP lounge." Mo Huasong replied, "Come here, let's go back."

In the past few days, Mo Huasong also asked Pangjiazhuang to investigate Hua Junzi's affairs, but there was no news.

It seems that the world of martial arts still knows very little about the world of self-cultivation, and we can only wait for Mr. Hua to come over again.

Hua Junzi has always been arrogant, and it is estimated that he will come back again in the near future.

It's just that stupid woman asked her to practice Xiaotianyin Gong. She said that she didn't have time, and she said that she was very busy, so she didn't practice hard all the time.

It was also because of this that Mo Huasong let her stay in the Mo's Manor and let Su Weidong come over.

"No, there are many young masters around the door, I can't get out." Xiao Jie worried: "Come here and take me back."

"It's really troublesome." Mo Huasong said angrily.

"If you don't come, I will be dragged by them to eat supper." Xiao Jie said again.

Mo Huasong stood up and said angrily, "Whatever you eat, your breasts won't get bigger."

After a while, Mo Huasong appeared in Xiao Jie's dressing room, which surprised her.

"Hey, how did you get in? I locked the door." Xiao Jie asked.

"Okay, let's go back." Mo Huasong walked towards Xiao Jie.

Xiao Jie replied: "I want to go back like I did just now."

Speaking of this, Xiao Jie blushed, but she was looking forward to it.

He hugged her and soared in the sky, which seemed a bit romantic.

Mo Huasong didn't say anything, put his arms around Xiao Jie, and then disappeared.

Not long after, Mo Huasong and the others appeared in the open space of Mo's Manor, where Su Weidong happened to be practicing.

"Mo Huasong, you're too fast." Xiao Jie pouted displeased.

After a while, they returned to Mo's Manor, and she hadn't felt the romantic atmosphere yet.

"Wouldn't it be better to hurry up? Save trouble."

"No, I want you to slow down and take longer." Xiao Jie shook her head. "You only have one minute, at least half an hour."

Su Weidong over there couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard that, I'll go, why hurry up, of course men can't be quick.

Another reason why Du Ling likes her is that it lasts at least an hour.

"Wei Dong, what are you laughing at?" Mo Huasong gave Su Weidong a white look.

"No, I didn't laugh at anything." Su Weidong really wanted to laugh out loud.

Although Mo Huasong is very good at playing, he is really not good at that.It's only 1 minute, no wonder Xiao Jie dislikes you.

"Cultivate if you have nothing to do. I will go to the capital with my mother tomorrow. You can help me look after the Mo's Manor." After Mo Huasong explained to Su Weidong, he turned to look at Xiao Jie: "It's not convenient for you to go with me. I'm still here." In the manor, in the villa where my mother lives, there are formations inside that can protect you."

Mo Huasong's Nine-Dragon Trapped Killing Formation was not built, and with the strength of Hua Junzi, it can't be broken at all.

Xiao Jie shook her head and said in a low voice, "No, the concert is over, and I want to go back to shoot other commercials. The agent said that because I came to Zhanhai City, I still owe a lot of commercials and didn't shoot them?"

"What kind of filming? Is money really more important than your life?" Mo Huasong glared at Xiao Jie: "We'll talk about it after killing that flamboyant gentleman. Also, after we leave, you all have to make a secret sign." It is rumored that Hua Junzi's disguise technique is very powerful, and he can disguise himself as someone close to you to sneak in."

"Hmph." Xiao Jie originally wanted Mo Huasong to accompany him to shoot commercials or something, but he just kept her and went back to the villa angrily.

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

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