The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 323 He hit the old man again
"What? The old man is not dead yet?" Mo Ying yelled in surprise. "Impossible, I checked his pulse just now, and there is no heartbeat."

"Yes, the old man is really dead." The other Mo family members nodded. "Master Hua Song, people cannot be resurrected after death, so don't be too sad."

I'll go, do you think I'll be sad for him?Mo Huasong cursed secretly in his heart.

Mo Huasong didn't say any more, and reached out to pat Mr. Mo's body.

With a few "cracks, bangs", Mo Huasong injected his true energy into several acupuncture points of Mr. Mo.

"Crack." Mr. Mo opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"Hey, the old man's heart is beating again." Mo Ying opened his eyes wide, unable to believe what he saw now.

Mo Huasong said with a sneer, "Just now he was in suspended animation. His trachea was blocked by a mouthful of thick phlegm, and he passed the suspended animation. If he is not rescued in time, he will still die."

"Cough, cough, cough." Mr. Mo opened his old eyes and looked at Mo Huasong. "I, am I still alive? Hua Song, did you save me?"

"I didn't save you, I just wanted to make a deal with you." Mo Huasong glanced at Mr. Mo coldly. "Do you have any natural treasures such as thousand-year-old ginseng? It's my reward. If you have more, I will let you recover your martial arts."

Mr. Mo's injury is just a trivial matter to a master like Mo Huasong.

"Yes, yes, hurry up and take out all the good things in the Mo family." Mr. Mo shouted hastily.

At this time, an old servant came over. He was Mr. Mo's confidant. He had followed Mr. Mo for decades and was responsible for managing the important things of the Mo family. "Old man, do you want to bring those things that are going to be tributed to the Cangshan faction?"

Mr. Mo hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry about it, just bring them up. When we are in trouble, they don't know where to go."

At that time Jin Taoist was killed, Mr. Mo called the Cangshan faction, and wanted to ask the other party to send some powerful masters, at least one master martial arts master.

But after so long, the Cangshan faction never sent anyone over, which made Mr. Mo very angry.

The old servant nodded, without saying anything, turned around and flew back.

Mo Huasong said coldly to Mr. Mo, "Open your mouth."

Mr. Mo opened his mouth without hesitation.

"Whoosh." Mo Huasong flicked a pill into Mr. Mo's mouth.

After Mr. Mo swallowed the elixir, surprise appeared on his face, and he hurriedly sat up and practiced martial arts.

Just now, Mo Huasong used his true energy to heal Mr. Mo's body, and now he is given the marrow washing pill, which will directly cure all the hidden diseases on his body.

After a while, the old servant came over with a big sack, and walked to Mo Huasong's side.

"Master Hua Song, these are all the good things in the Mo family now. Take whichever you like." The old servant respectfully handed over the big bag.

Mr. Mo had already told him what to do just now, so he would not hesitate.

Moreover, with Mo Huasong's strength, he would directly kill several martial arts masters. If the Mo family can get his friendship, who will dare to mess with the Mo family in the future?
Mo Huasong nodded, took the big bag, opened it, his eyes lit up.

There are more than 100 thousand-year-old ginseng in it, which is really good.

There are also many medicinal materials that are more than a thousand years old, which makes Mo Huasong secretly happy.

No wonder Shengtianmen wants to control the Mo family absolutely. With these natural talents and earthly treasures, how can they not make people jealous?
With more than 100 ginseng, he can refine a lot of elixirs.

There are also those thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum, Longlaicao, etc., which are all powerful cultivation resources.

Mo Huasong was not polite, he just took those away and stuffed them into his space ring.

As for those Tiyuan Pills below, in Mo Huasong's eyes, they are rubbish, not worth seeing at all.

Mo Huasong threw the sack back to the old servant. The old servant took the sack and opened it, his eyes were dumbfounded.

Because all the medicinal materials inside are gone, only some pills are left.

In the eyes of the old servant, those pills are the most precious.

At that time, they spent a lot of thousands of years of ginseng in order to get a Tiyuan Pill.

But now Mo Huasong doesn't want those Tiyuan pills, but only those medicinal materials, which makes him feel strange.

Doesn't Master Hua Song know that this elixir is very good?Thinking of this, the old servant kindly reminded: "Master Hua Song, that is Ti Yuan Pill, which can improve martial arts, why don't you want it?"

"Tiyuan Pill?!" The eyes of the Mo family warriors behind were full of fiery gazes.

That's a good thing, if they can eat one, they can advance directly.

Mo Huasong sneered, "Those are all rubbish, I don't want them."

Alas, Master Hua Song likes to brag sometimes.The old servant shook his head secretly.

You must know how many warriors dream of mentioning Yuan Pill.

Suddenly, the old servant stared at Mo Huasong in surprise.

Where did those thousand-year-old ginseng and other medicinal materials go?That's a big bag.

Does Master Hua Song have a space storage bag on him?The old servant showed worry in his eyes.

Wealth is not exposed.Master Hua Song is too careless.

If you let others know that he has a space storage bag, others will attack him.

Mo Huasong turned around and looked at Mr. Mo. He had practiced Zhou Tian for a whole week, recovered his martial arts, and advanced to the next level. Now he is innate martial arts.

Mo Huasong stretched out his hand and slapped Mr. Mo in the chest.

"You—" Mr. Mo was shocked, and when he was about to ask Mo Huasong why he attacked him, Mo Huasong's true energy hit his chest.

"Flop." Old Master Mo opened his mouth and spit out another mouthful of blood.

"Oh, it seems that Master Hua Song still has a deep resentment towards the old man, and he beat the old man again." Mo's family whispered.

"I can't blame him, who told the Mo family to be sorry for him before." Another person responded.

Mo Huasong said to Mr. Mo in a cold voice: "You practiced too fast just now, and touched your old wounds again, and now you are truly recovering. I do business with others, and I never owe others. I took your things , will also allow you to continue to advance.”

"Continue to advance?" Mr. Mo glanced at Mo Huasong in surprise.

How is this possible?If he is allowed to continue to advance, he will be a master of martial arts.

You must know how rare a master's martial arts is, some people will never reach such a height after practicing for a lifetime.

Hua Song said that if he is promoted, he will be promoted. Is this possible?
Mo Huasong didn't say much, and popped another pill at Mr. Mo. "I'm the Raising Yuan Pill, which is ten times better than your rubbish Raising Yuan Pill."

"Gulu." After Mr. Mo swallowed the elixir, powerful energy gushed out of his body immediately.

Surprise appeared on his face, and he hurriedly continued to practice martial arts.

(End of this chapter)