Mo Huasong glanced at the mountains below and nodded slightly: "Okay, you can find a safe place to land. I will contact you in about an hour."

"An hour?" The pilot was stunned for a moment.

The area below is full of mountains or rugged terrain, and it will take some time to find a place to stop that is not easily discovered by others.

The young master said he would leave in just one hour. How is this possible?

It probably took him about half an hour to find a place to park the plane.

Mo Huasong didn't say anything more, opened the cabin door and jumped out.

While jumping out, Mo Huasong also pushed the hatch door hard.

With a "bang" sound, the cabin door was closed.

"Ah, Master, are you going to jump off yourself?" the pilot panicked.

This place is at least a thousand meters away from the ground. The young master hasn't put on his parachute yet. It's over. The young master is going to die.

The pilot hurriedly turned the plane's nose, preparing to see how Mo Huasong had fallen to his death, and then went back to report to Wu Yuzhen.

Unexpectedly, Mo Huasong turned somersault in the air and then landed straight down.

At the same time, Mo Huasong waved goodbye to him, as if he didn't care.

"Master, is he still a human?" the pilot muttered in fear.

The pilot saw that Mo Huasong was fine.

Although he landed rapidly, he did so at a very constant speed. Even with a parachute, he didn't fall as well as he did.

It seems that the rumors outside are correct. Mojiazhuangyuan has a background in the martial arts world and is not something ordinary people can mess with.

When the chief was helping the pilot find this job, he repeatedly told him that Mojiazhuang Yard was not simple, so he should work hard there and strive for more room for development.

Although the plane is more than a thousand meters above the ground, it is a piece of cake for Mo Huasong.

He landed easily on the ground and flew forward.

The leader of the Mukong Sect has innate strength, and Pang Xiangliang estimates that there are masters in the innate realm, so Mo Huasong should pay attention to it.

Mo Huasong didn't care about this.

Not long after, Mo Huasong arrived at the gate of Mukong Sect.

Mukong Pai is in the middle of the mountains, and there is a four-lane road leading to it from the outside.

If Mo Huasong drives over, he will be discovered by Mukong's men at the intersection.

"Who is this?" Two men in well-dressed clothes jumped out of the door.

Mo Huasong didn't say much, he directly punched, hitting the two powerful men with acquired triple martial arts.

In the secular world, martial artists with acquired triple martial arts can work as bodyguards for some big bosses, and their annual salary is very high.

But in the Mukong Sect, he can only be a gatekeeper, which shows how powerful the martial arts world is.

"Ahhh." Before the two well-dressed men could react, Mo Huasong's air blade had already hit their Dantian.

"You, you've ruined our martial arts?" The two men in fine attire looked at Mo Huasong in surprise.

Mo Huasong said coldly: "Not killing you is the greatest kindness to you. If you want to blame me, it's because you are members of the Mukong sect. You have offended me, Mo Batian."

"Oops, someone is coming to attack us." The man in the costume shouted loudly.

At the same time, they took out flares from their arms and shot them into the sky.

"No, something happened." Someone inside shouted.

Mo Huasong kept watching these two well-dressed men firing flares, and when they finished firing, he knocked them unconscious with a palm.

Although Mo Huasong did not kill them, the slap just now will make them lie in the hospital for half a year.

Without martial arts, they will be like useless people in the future.

That's the case with Mo Huasong. If the other party had just attacked, Mo Huasong wouldn't mind killing them.

But if they don't kill Mo Huasong, Mo Huasong won't kill them either.

But if they take action first, Mo Huasong won't be polite.

Mo Huasong walked inside and found that hundreds of warriors with weapons in their hands were already standing in the open space inside the Mukong Sect, all of them with fierce looks.

"I'm going, just alone?"

"Damn, one person dares to come here and attack our Mukong sect? What did those two gatekeeper brothers grow up on? Isn't this a waste of resources?"

"Yeah, let's go back to sleep. The other party doesn't seem to know martial arts." Someone looked at Mo Huasong strangely.

Because Mo Huasong directly practiced immortal magic and did not practice martial arts like these warriors, they could not see that Mo Huasong was very powerful at all.

"Alright, Mu Zizi, go over and kill him." An elder of the Mukong Sect who had innate martial arts at the first level ordered a young man next to him disapprovingly.

The young man named Mu Zizi only acquired fifth-level martial arts, and in their eyes had only average strength.

"Elder, why are you calling me?" Mu Zizi looked around and found that his martial arts was the worst.

"Hmph, if you don't take action, how can you let me take action?" The elder glared at Mu Zizi angrily, turned around and left.

"Hahaha. Mu Zizi, who said your martial arts are worse than ours?" Some of the masters nearby laughed.

Mu Zizi was scolded by the elders and laughed at by others, and took his anger out on Mo Huasong. "Boy, if you dare to come to our Mukong sect and act wild, then you will die."

Mu Zizi was seen rushing towards Mo Huasong with his fist. He used all his strength to beat Mo Huasong into a meat pie.

Mo Huasong waved his palm contemptuously, and a gray palm shadow flashed out of the sky and slapped Mu Zizi directly.

At this moment, Mu Zizi felt the breath of death and hurriedly stepped back.

But Mo Huasong showed no mercy, how could he escape?

"Boom." The gray palm shadow fell, Mu Zizi disappeared, and there was just a blur of flesh and blood on the ground.

"Huh? Where did Mu Zizi go?" The elder had already turned around. When he heard the noise, he looked back and found that Mu Zizi was gone and Mo Huasong was standing there.

The other masters were so frightened that they chattered: "He, he"

Mo Huasong beat Muzizi into pulp with just one palm, why didn't he scare them?

It's okay to let them kill Muzizi, but at least they have to fight before finally killing Muzizi.

But Mo Huasong smashed Mu Zizi's bones and everything with just one move. I couldn't believe it.

"You guys come together, I'm in a hurry." Mo Huasong frowned.

"Mother, let me ask you, where is Muzizi? Why didn't you kill this birdman?" the elder shouted angrily.

An expert replied: "Elder, Mu Zizi was beaten into pulp by his palm."

"What?" The elder then saw clearly the mass of flesh and blood in front of him. "Hurry up and kill him."

The warriors of Mukong Sect did not dare to be careless anymore and took out their weapons and rushed towards Mo Huasong.

Mo Huasong sneered and continued to wave, and the gray palm shadow appeared in the air again.

This time the gray palm shadow was much larger than before and fell down instantly.

"Ah ah ah." The warriors who joined forces to attack Mo Huasong were all slapped to death by the palm of their hands.

"You, what kind of martial arts are you?" The elder then realized how powerful Mo Huasong was.
Chapter completed!