The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 62 Yin Yang Killing
Zheng Jian hated Mo Huasong very much. If it wasn't for him, his 5000 million little black knife would not be broken, nor would he be ashamed in front of Pang Xiaopei.

Therefore, even if they asked Mo Huasong about everything, Mo Huasong would still die in the end.

"What a bitch, what do you want to do?" Mo Huasong sneered.

"Boy, you are crazy." Zheng Jian smiled and said, "If you have that little black knife in your hand, we should be more careful. But you sold your little black knife, and you can't live without it."

The elder next to him asked: "Boy, let me ask you, where is Master Batian?"

"What are you looking for Master Batian for?" Mo Huasong was surprised.

Zheng Jian smiled triumphantly: "Of course he was captured and became our man. He will help us refine weapons all the time. One refinement in two years, and 20 years later, our Hongcheng faction will have ten peerless weapons." Treasure."

The eyes of the two elders next to them were red, yes, if the Hongcheng faction had ten peerless treasures, they would definitely be able to dominate the martial arts world.

"Go away, I won't tell." Mo Huasong shook his head.

Zheng Jian said coldly: "Don't you say? Hahaha, boy, it seems that you don't know my tricks. I'll catch you first, and then I'll take all your family members back. Boy, in front of you Kill, woman, and die in front of you. At that time, I want to see how hard your mouth is."

"I didn't want to kill you at first, but now you all have to die." When Mo Huasong heard that Zheng Jian was threatening his family, murderous look appeared in his eyes.

Mo Huasong walked towards them, with air fluctuations in every step, which made Zheng Jian and the others feel very depressed.

"Boy, go to hell." Zheng Jian raised his right hand and struck Mo Huasong with powerful internal force.

He is an acquired five-level martial arts, and he can smash stones with a single shot.Ordinary people like Mo Huasong would definitely be beaten to death by him.

"Yin Yang Kill." Mo Huasong punched directly, very plain, without fancy, just like a very ordinary punch.

But the air in front of him changed, and two invisible strong winds appeared, driving a terrifying vortex, crushing the internal force that Zheng Jian had blown out, and then rushed towards Zheng Jian.

"No." Zheng Jian yelled in fear.

He felt completely suffocated, unable to move.As the vortex rushed towards him, his body was enveloped by the vortex and gradually became smaller, until finally there was nothing left, only a puddle of blood on the ground.

"What, what kind of martial art is this?" The elder on the right was so frightened that his eyes popped out that he couldn't believe his eyes.

"This, this is not martial arts, it's sorcery." The elder on the left drew out a big knife and looked at Mo Huasong fiercely.

Zheng Jian just disappeared, leaving only blood, probably dead.

If they don't avenge Zheng Jian, they won't be able to spare him if they go back to the head of the sect.

Zheng Jian's talent is very good, the Red City faction puts their hopes on him, hoping that he can become a natural master in the future.

"Come on, kill him." The elders didn't dare to take it too seriously.

Originally, they thought that they could kill Mo Huasong with a random move.

But I didn't expect that Mo Huasong not only survived, but also Zheng Jian died.

"Hoo hoo." Two big knives waved in front of Mo Huasong, with powerful wind blades, and the wall bricks on both sides were smashed, which was terrible.

There was confidence in the eyes of the two elders. With the strength of the two of them, no matter what magic Mo Huasong used, he would be blown away by their swords.

The reason why Zheng Jian was killed was that he was careless in not using weapons.

Mo Huasong snorted coldly, raised his right hand again, and the vortex appeared again.

It is really overkill to deal with such small ants.

"Ah, no." The elders felt that their right hands were being sucked into the vortex, their flesh and blood were directly crushed, and the sharp sword turned into molten iron.

In a moment, the two elders of the Hongcheng faction were also strangled to blood by Yin Yang, and they died so badly that they couldn't die anymore.

Now with Mo Huasong's strength, if it weren't for the appearance of a congenital master, he would not face it squarely.

Mo Huasong walked to the street, took a taxi and came to the iron shop.

The blacksmith was getting a small black knife from Mo Huasong. After selling it for a high price, he didn't help others to forge iron, but guarded the shop, waiting for Mo Huasong's next visit.

And he is also smart, and has prepared some high-quality pig iron long ago.As long as Mo Huasong gave him another treasure, his whole family would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

When Mo Huasong called him and asked him to prepare some more materials, he hurried outside to purchase and returned, and then continued to wait for Mo Huasong.

When Mo Huasong entered the shop, the blacksmith stood up excitedly and said, "Sir, you are here."

"Well, go back and come here tomorrow." Mo Huasong nodded.

"I, can I buy another treasure, sir?" the blacksmith asked shyly.

Mo Huasong smiled and said, "Did you know? The little black knife you had last time sold for 5000 million in Star Artifact Pavilion today."

"Ah." The blacksmith couldn't believe his ears, he was at a loss.

"You are just an ordinary person, taking too much money will do you no good." Mo Huasong looked at the blacksmith.

"Yes, I understand." The blacksmith was also a contented person, bowed vigorously to Mo Huasong, and then left.

Mo Huasong wanted to refine the space device, and he didn't want others to watch, so he asked the blacksmith to leave.

Mo Huasong directly used the real fire in his body, coupled with the fire in the furnace, to "dang dang dang" to refine the space storage device.

A small black ring was finished, seemingly ordinary, but priceless.

Mo Huasong continued to engrave runes on the small ring. An hour later, Mo Huasong, who was a little pale, breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared with his previous strength, his current strength is still much worse.

The storage ring has been forged successfully, and he can put things in it in the future.

So Mo Huasong put all his belongings inside so as not to lose them.

Afterwards, Mo Huasong began to forge the little black knife.

For Mo Huasong, a hundred small black knives are only a matter of a few hours.

After forging a hundred small black knives, Mo Huasong continued to refine the little black knives.

The quality of these small black knives refined later is better than that of the previous ones. Mo Huasong plans to keep them for his own use, or sell them for money later.

After Mo Huasong finished, he left the shop and took a taxi to Xingqi Pavilion.

Wu Chaoxing, who received the call, waited in the Xingqi Pavilion early. When he saw Mo Huasong coming, he hurried to the second floor.

"Sir, how many do you bring now?" Wu Chaoxing asked.

In his eyes, Mo Huasong's ability to bring one or two over is not bad.

In the morning, after he announced the news of the auction of the Little Black Knife tomorrow, many powerful sects had already registered, there were hundreds of them, it was really scary.

It's a pity that Mo Huasong only brought one or two peerless treasures, which is not enough for those hundreds of sect points?

Tomorrow, there may be a big fight because some sects can't get the little black knife. Wu Chaoxing is thinking whether to change the auction venue to the Xiuwu world. If those people want to fight, they can fight there.

(End of this chapter)