The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 81 I'll Give You the Little Black Knife
The eyes of the Great Elder of the Mukong Sect were shining, this little black knife is really a good thing.

When Pangjiazhuang is settled, he will go to Wu Chaoxing tomorrow to see how many small black knives the other party has. No matter how much they want, they will take them all.

If all the masters of the Mukong Sect have such a small black knife, how can other first-level sects be their opponents?
"Damn, Mukong faction's dog thief, I'll fight you." In this situation, Pang Wenjun risked his life.

Seeing Pang Wenjun rushing over with a broken knife, the Great Elder sneered, and slashed at Pang Wenjun again with the small black knife in his hand.

With a flash of black light, Pang Wenjun felt a breath of horror and death attacking him.

"Not good." Pang Wenjun hurriedly backed away.

With a sound of "铛", the precious sword in Pang Wenjun's hand broke again, leaving only one third of it.

Pang Wenjun's martial arts were originally on par with the great elder of the Mukong School, but now that the other party has a powerful and peerless weapon in his hand, how can he be his opponent?
At this time, Pang Wenjun was desperately running to the back, not daring to fight the Great Elder again.

Seeing this, Mo Huasong cursed angrily, "Pang Wenjun, you are really useless."

Pang Wenjun flew to Mo Huasong's side with a sad face: "Mr. Mo, let's run away quickly. The Great Elder holds a peerless treasure, and I can't beat him."

Although Pang Wenjun heard that the peerless treasure was made by Master Batian, he did not expect that Mo Huasong, Mo Batian, and Master Batian were the same person.

In his heart, if Mo Huasong is an alchemist, he is as good as he can be. If he is still an alchemist, is he still worth it?Isn't Mo Huasong so powerful that he is in the sky?

Seeing Mo Huasong standing there without moving, Pang Wenjun said anxiously, "If we don't leave, we won't have a chance to escape."

"Hahaha, Pang Wenjun, if you escaped alone just now, I couldn't stop you. But now you can't escape." The Great Elder had already flown to the back, cutting off Pang Wenjun's escape route.

Mo Huasong asked Pang Wenjun: "If you have that little black knife, can you kill that great elder?"

"A general small black knife will definitely not work. It needs the peerless treasure refined by Master Batian." Pang Wenjun shook his head regretfully: "If I have the peerless treasure of Master Batian in my hand, I will definitely be able to kill the Great Elder. .”

"Okay, then, I'll give you the little black knives." Mo Huasong angrily took out a few little black knives from the storage container, which he planned to sell to Wu Chaoxing later to make money.

Pang Wenjun watched Mo Huasong throw him a few small black knives, his eyes widened: "Mr. Mo, you bought so many peerless treasures?"

Now it's all right, he can deal with the Great Elder.

But there are too many little black knives, there are five in total, even if he uses both hands and feet, he can only use four.

"Hahaha, Pang Wenjun, you idiot." The Great Elder mocked Pang Wenjun. "Do you think Master Batian's peerless treasures are street goods? You can buy as many as you want? Let me tell you, this little black knife in my hand owed a lot of human relationships to only cost [-] million yuan. Bought it from Wu Chaoxing."

"Wu Chaoxing said that he only has one or two on hand now, and they are out of stock. That kid took out five small black knives at once, they must be fakes."

When Mo Huasong heard this, he cursed Wu Chaoxing in his heart as a big profiteer.

Obviously he sold him a hundred small black knives, even if he sells them again, he still has dozens of them in his hand.

Wu Chaoxing deliberately said that there were no goods in order to increase the price of the small black knife.

Pang Wenjun's face changed abruptly, yes, what the Great Elder said was right.

What kind of person is Master Batian? He is a master craftsman, and it takes one or two years to refine such a peerless treasure.

It's like Mo Huasong who took out five at once, as if the peerless treasures were worthless.

Mo Huasong gave Pang Wenjun a blank look: "Pang Wenjun, don't you believe my little black knife is real?"

You must know that the batch of goods he left behind is better than the ones given to Wu Chaoxing.

"I, I trust Mr. Mo." Pang Wenjun gritted his teeth and shouted.

At this time, he can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.Moreover, Mo Huasong is different from others, and can make two innate masters appear in their Pangjiazhuang at once.

So, Pang Wenjun threw the other three small black knives on the ground, took two in his own hand, and rushed towards the great elder with bows left and right.

Even if the little black knife in his hand is a fake, after all, he now has one more small black knife than the elder, and he has an advantage in number.

The Great Elder watched Pang Wenjun rushing towards him wielding a small black knife, with contempt in his eyes: "Pang Wenjun, you idiot, dare to fight me with a fake? Forget it, I'll send you to heaven."

The great elder raised his right hand, and the little black knife blasted towards Pang Wenjun with a black light.

In the eyes of the Great Elder, as long as he strikes out with one move, he can kill Pang Wenjun.

"Crack." There was a soft sound in front, and the Great Elder felt his right hand tremble, and he was actually shocked back a few steps.And Pang Wenjun stood there, the little black knife in his hand was not broken.

"What, what's going on here?" The Great Elder looked at Pang Wenjun in surprise.

Pang Wenjun didn't know what was going on, he swung his knife and fought desperately with the elder, thinking that his life might be lost.

But now not only is there nothing wrong with him, even the little black knife in his hand is fine.

"This, is this really made by Master Batian?" Pang Wenjun saw the word "Batian" engraved on the little black knife, and felt strange in his heart.

Suddenly, Pang Wenjun jumped back excitedly, completely ignoring the Great Elder who was forced to retreat by him.

Pang Wenjun threw himself on the ground, picked up the three small black knives he threw away just now, and hurriedly put them into his arms. "Oh my god, these are all treasures. I just threw them on the ground casually." Pang Wenjun really wanted to slap himself several times.

It would be ridiculous to let others see that the owner of his dignified Pangjiazhuang is so gaffe.

"Mr. Mo, I never expected that these little black knives are real!" Pang Wenjun turned his head to look at Mo Huasong, with excitement in his eyes.

He has the peerless weapon of Master Batian, and he can deal with the Great Elder.

"Of course it's true. When did I tell a lie?" Mo Huasong said with a cold face, "Kill them quickly."

After finishing speaking, Mo Huasong's right hand moved, and Li Ka's other leg was chopped off.

"Ah, I have lost both legs." Li Ka screamed, "Hurry up, bring his mother out, I can't die."

At this time, Pang Wenjun discovered that the one in Mo Huasong's hand was also a small black knife, and it must have been forged by Master Batian.

Let me go, Mr. Mo is too powerful, why does he have so many peerless treasures?

Pang Wenjun didn't think too much about it, and swung a small black knife in one hand, waving towards the Great Elder.

"Dangdangdang." The sound of treasures colliding kept ringing.

The more Pang Wenjun fought, the more he enjoyed himself, but the Great Elder was unhappy.

Pang Wenjun took two treasures and beat him with one treasure. How could there be such a fight?So unfair and so inhumane.

It was just an oversight, and Pang Wenjun slashed the Great Elder's arm.

PS: It's really not easy to write a new book. I want to write a high-quality book slowly.After it goes on the shelves, there will definitely be more updates than now.

(End of this chapter)