Mo Huasong frowned slightly: "You want to buy my little black knife?"

"Yeah, it used to be sold for one billion. I wonder how much you want to buy it? Especially the one in your hand, I'll pay you ten billion." A big man in front looked at the hand in Mo Huasong's hand.

Little black knife.

Everyone knows that Mo Batian just used the little black knife to cut off the little black knife in the hand of the Star Gate elder.

They are also small black knives, but they also have different grades.

Mo Huasong shook his head and said: "I'm not short of money, I need rare treasures. For example, if I exchange them for the same price with thousand-year-old ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum or other things, I can accept it."

"I have Millennium Ginseng." A warrior shouted excitedly.

Another warrior next to him rolled his eyes at the other person and said mockingly: "How many do you have? There are at least a hundred or dozens of little black knives like Master Ba Tian, ​​right?"

When the warrior in front heard this, he shook his head and did not dare to speak.

Mo Huasong entered the villa inside and collected some herbs under the prompts of the sword spirit. However, Mo Huasong ignored the weapons and elixirs that were regarded as treasures by the warriors next to him.

At this time, Pang Jiang ran over, first bowed ninety degrees to Mo Huasong, and then said respectfully: "Mr. Mo, the owner of the village asked me to tell you that if you don't want those things from the Star Gate, you can give them to

Do we deal with it?”

"Okay." Mo Huasong disagreed.

He doesn't like rubbish like this.

"That's great." Pang Jiang's eyes lit up.

Seeing that the purpose of coming to the Star Gate this time was achieved, Mo Huasong also wanted to go back.

After what happened this time, no one dared to try against him again.

If you want a weapon, you can exchange it for something.

When Mo Huasong just stepped outside, Mr. Bole hurried over and said, "Master Ba Tian, ​​please stay."

Mr. Bole's face showed anxiety. Mo Batian's attack just now was very terrible. He not only killed Demon Wu, who was a master, but also killed everyone in the Star Gate.

That vicious and cruel method made his feet feel weak now.

If Mo Batian is displeased, the other party will kill him at any time.

"Mr. Bole, what's wrong with you?" Mo Huasong stopped and turned to look at Mr. Bole.

Mr. Bole shuddered, his body trembling with excitement: "Ba, Master Ba Tian, ​​do you know this little person like me?"

"Well, you are a treasure appraiser." Mo Huasong felt that Mr. Bole still had some discernment and could tell that Mu Fanxuan's one was a defensive magic weapon.

"Master Ba Tian, ​​if you need me, Mr. Bole, in the future, please feel free to say that I will go up to the mountain of swords and the sea of ​​fire without any hesitation." Mr. Bole patted his chest loudly.

Mo Huasong frowned and asked, "If there is nothing else, I will leave."

"Yes, there's something." Mr. Bole felt Mo Huasong's impatience, trembled with fright, and hurriedly took out something from his arms.

"Eh? Do you have a storage bag?" Mo Huasong looked at Mr. Bole in surprise.

You must know that Mo Huasong rarely sees storage bags in the secular world, only at Chang Zhicheng's place.

Chang Zhicheng is from the Wanjian Sect in the world of cultivation, so that's different.

Mr. Bole was startled and his face changed drastically: "Master Ba Tian, ​​do you know I have a storage bag?"

The storage bag is a treasure. If other people in the world know about it, they will hunt him down and steal the storage bag.

"Don't worry, I don't like that thing of yours." Seeing that Mr. Bole was very frightened, Mo Huasong comforted him with a smile.

Master Ba Tian, ​​just brag. This storage bag of mine is a magic weapon. I bought it from a mysterious figure for a lot of money.

You say you don't like it? I think you like it very much. It's just that you can't eat the grapes and say the grapes are sour. Mr. Bole thought to himself.

When Mo Huasong saw a yellow piece of wood as big as his palm in Mr. Bole's hand, his expression changed drastically. "Mr. Bole, what do you want?"

The yellow wood has a strange fragrance, a bit like sandalwood, but not the same.

"Master Ba Tian, ​​I bought this at an auction once. Although the seller didn't know what it was, I thought the wood was not simple, so I bought it at a high price. I thought about exchanging it for one of yours.

Little black knife." Bole said coquettishly. "If it doesn't work, I will add thousand-year ginseng or other resources for practicing martial arts."

Mo Huasong asked hurriedly: "Do you have any other good things? Show them to me and I will trade them with you."

That piece of yellow wood is called Huang Ling Mu. This color is mature, and there must be a Wood Ling Pearl inside.

The Wood Spirit Pearl has a very nourishing effect on the soul, and the injured sword spirit needs it very much.

The sword spirit is originally a soul body, and this kind of wood spirit bead is a great tonic for it. Therefore, Mo Huasong is happy.

"Master Ba Tian, ​​let's take a step to talk." Mr. Bole whispered.

Mo Huasong nodded and walked aside with Mr. Bole.

Mr. Bole then took out the storage bag from his arms and took out some things.

Mo Huasong did not notice some of the treasures that Mr. Bole brought out. Instead, he was interested in thousand-year-old ginseng and centuries-old Ganoderma lucidum.

"Mr. Bole, I want these things. Just tell me what you want." Mo Huasong brought the Huang Lingmu and the cultivation resources.

Mr. Bole was relieved when he saw that Mo Huasong didn't ask for his storage bag.

His most precious thing is the storage bag, which is convenient for him to put things in. If Mo Huasong takes it away, it will undoubtedly cost his life.

"I, I want that little black knife you just had." Mr. Bole is indeed a businessman. Although he is very afraid of Mo Huasong, he still wants to take advantage.

If Mo Huasong doesn't agree, he will ask for a small black knife of inferior quality.

But Mo Huasong handed him the little black knife without saying a word. "Deal."

Mo Huasong continued to walk outside, and Mr. Bole asked hurriedly: "Master Ba Tian, ​​can you refine other treasures? For example, broadswords, swords, etc.?"

"Of course, as long as you have good stuff, I can help you refine it," Mo Huasong said.

"Is it convenient for you to leave your phone number?" Mr. Bole asked.

"You can find me if you look for Pangjiazhuang." Mo Huasong frowned when he saw more and more warriors asking him for the little black knife, and directly used Qinggong to leave.

Seeing Mo Huasong disappear in the blink of an eye, the warriors behind couldn't help but sigh: "This is the strength of the Grandmaster realm. Just now Master Ba Tian said that Zhanhai City is his territory, and we can't act recklessly there in the future."

Everyone nodded. You must know that the strength of a grandmaster is equivalent to that possessed by a super sect or family. Whoever messes with you will die. Not even the country can save you.

Suddenly, everyone looked at Pang Jiang who was guarding a large number of weapons, pills and other things behind him.

In an instant, these people rushed towards Pang Jiang. At this time, they were like wolves that had been hungry for a hundred days and suddenly saw a delicious piece of fat meat.

Pang Jiang saw thousands of warriors rushing toward him and shouted in fright: "You, don't mess around, I'm from Pangjiazhuang, no, I'm just a guy responsible for guarding these things. If you want to grab it, just grab it."
Chapter completed!