Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2051 Searching Around
"Brother, there seems to be something wrong with this kid. Have we encountered a problem?" Several of the greasy-headed and pink-faced subordinates looked at Mo Xian vigilantly, showing some fear.

"Hard? Hmph, I want to see who can be tougher than me here." As the oily-headed pink-faced man said, a layer of silver armor suddenly appeared on his body.

This silver battle armor package is quite perfect, almost armed with oily powder noodles to the teeth, it looks really hard.

"Crack..."

The oily head and noodles moved a little, and there was a crisp metal collision sound all over the body, and I felt extremely flexible, as if I was not wearing armor.

However, his strength, speed, etc. have been greatly strengthened.

Immediately afterwards, he held his palm in the air, and in his hand was a silver battle gun that matched the battle armor.

"I'm afraid this set is not cheap." Mo Xian stared at the other party with narrowed eyes, with a hint of mockery deep in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he grasped the palm of his hand and directly swept out the Dark Demon Howling Spear.

"Clang clang..."

The eerie bell sounded in this seemingly empty space, eerie and ethereal.

The greasy-faced men couldn't bear it almost immediately, they kept receding, and their heads were covered with sweat.

However, the greasy-faced noodle, who was the first among them, looked like a normal person, looked at Mo Xian mockingly and said, "Sonic attack, it doesn't work for me!"

"Can that armor actually block sonic attacks!"

The corner of Mo Xian's mouth twitched, and he didn't care at all. The sound wave's attack was just confusing.

As the ethereal bell sounded more and more quickly, the Dark Demon Roaring Gun had already come close to the oily face, and its sharp and violent energy even formed an arc-shaped shock wave.

The oily-faced powdered noodle brandished a gun to resist, but his face was still full of disdain.

When the two guns collided, Mo Xian immediately felt his mouth go numb, and his figure was actually blown away.

And the greasy-faced noodles took advantage of the void, the silver war spear drew a circle in the air, and then pierced out suddenly.

"Boom!"

The space rippled like a wave, and in the center there was a sharp aura attacking Mo Xian's chest.

Mo Xian quickly pointed the Ghost Howling Spear on the ground, taking advantage of the momentum to back away.

This greasy head and powder noodles may seem unreliable, but the attack is unambiguous.

"It's impossible for you to have such strength." Mo Xian said in astonishment.

"Nonsense, here I think I can have whatever strength I have." Youtou Fenmian smiled complacently, and attacked again.

But Mo Xian was retreating steadily, just a little bit away from being defeated.

"Boss, work harder, that kid is almost unable to stand up." Several of the oil-headed noodles' subordinates yelled frantically, and they had already begun to plan how to carve up Mo Xian.

"Shut up, of course I know it's close." The oily-headed pink face roared angrily, a stream of light began to flow on the silver battle armor on his body, and the silver battle gun in his hand seemed slightly distorted and illusory.

Because of this, his attack became more and more fierce, but of course it was still a little bit worse.

Just kidding, Mo Xian exchanged 50 divine refining points for the effect of divine refining power, so it's not so easy to defeat.

His grasp of strength is also very precise now, no matter how hard the greasy-faced noodles try, there has always been such a small gap.

The oily noodles almost vomited blood, and he already had some doubts whether Mo Xian also topped up.

But he was already in too deep, and he couldn't extricate himself at all, otherwise he would lose everything.

"It seems that you are still a little too young, why don't you give me all the points and belongings you have, and I will let you go." Mo Xian said flatly.

"Dream, don't think you've won, I'm just that close." The oily-headed Fenmian seemed to lose his mind a little under the embarrassment, and began to squander the divine refinement points on his body, which were basically recharged, regardless of the cost.

After all, he is not the rich second generation of Tianyuan Business League, so naturally he can't be as calm as the white-clothed man in Tianyuan Business League.

After all the divine refining points on his body were spent, he found that there was still a slight gap between himself and Mo Xian.

It was this little gap that gave him an illusion that as long as he had a little more points in the divine refinement, he might win.

So, he began to exchange with the things on his body, and used almost everything as long as he could use it.

After his own was used up, he began to search for his men.

But he didn't know that no matter how many Shenlian points he had, it was impossible to surpass Mo Xian, and that gap was irreparable.

"It's a pity, keep working harder next time!" Mo Xian looked at the greasy noodles with contempt, and said.

Oil-headed Fenmian pawned almost all the valuables on his body, even the clothes inlaid with gold thread, leaving only a pair of underpants shivering in the cold wind.

"Why, why?" He covered the two points on his chest with both hands, and looked at Mo Xian blankly.

His subordinates were also bald, covering their faces with their hands, they didn't dare to look at Mo Xian.

"Maybe you haven't worked hard enough!" Mo Xian pretended to be serious and said.

In fact, he was also a little embarrassed in his heart, and actually made this group of people so stupid that they didn't even have to wear pants.

"Is that so!" The oily-faced noodles seemed to have an epiphany, and only felt that his soul had been sublimated.

Under Mo Xian's watchful eye, he led his subordinates away with a dull face, and his bald figure looked extremely desolate.

"It's really ugly to eat, and you even need clothes." Mo Xian shook his head helplessly. He originally thought that the road to the gods was to gather spirit stones to replenish energy.

Now it seems that it is not at all, it is clearly because of greed for money.

After all, I don't know how much energy will be consumed to run this path of divine refinement, and the few Yunling stones they exchanged may not be enough at all.

The foundation of this oily noodles is quite solid, and Mo Xian cheated him of 100 million divine refining points, so of course he and the road of divine refining directly divided them up.

Not long after, Mo Xian met another small fish.

Anyway, they were all opponents, so he was not polite, and walked over directly, saying rather arrogantly: "Hand over your Shenlian points and property."

The other party saw that Mo Xian was alone, and his strength was only at the six-star Martial Emperor Realm, so of course he refused, and naturally it was another big battle.

Not long after, Mo Xian left contentedly, leaving only a few thin figures shivering in the cold wind, their faces full of shame and indignation.

"Unexpectedly... I even lost my pants."

After walking away, Mo Xian was still very puzzled, why those people would rather pawn all their clothes, just to make up for the gap that could never be made up.

In fact, this is also very normal. After falling into a certain quagmire, unless it is completely desperate, everyone will want to struggle.

Perhaps, even he himself is not immune.

Next, perhaps it was a deliberate arrangement, or perhaps out of doubt, Mo Xian met Xiaoyu one after another.

Although there is only [-] points of rebate each time, it is still a lot of money.

In the end, even he himself didn't know how many divine refining points he had.

(End of this chapter)