"Mo Huasong, what did you say?" Xiao Jie drank three bottles of beer and her head was a little dizzy. She thought Mo Huasong was talking to her.

Mo Huasong pointed to the dining table over there and said, "That man has been staring at you."

"What? Did he recognize me?" Xiao Jie looked over there worriedly.

She is a big star, and it is common for her to be harassed by some male fans. Therefore, she usually brings more than two bodyguards with her when she goes out to avoid any accidents.

Xiao Jie approached Mo Huasong fearfully. This time, because she was following Mo Huasong, she did not bring a bodyguard.

Mo Huasong shook his head, his eyes as sharp as murder: "He is not an ordinary person, and he may not be your fan."

The young man at the table over there was still eating beef skewers and drinking beer, and seemed not to have heard what Mo Huasong said.

Xiao Jie frowned in disbelief: "Did you see it wrong?"

"You read that right. He is using the disguise technique now. What you see now is not his real mask. And he is condensing his true energy, so he should be a cultivator." This is also the reason why Mo Huasong attaches great importance to it.

If he was a martial artist, he wouldn't worry about anything.

Just when Xiao Jie wanted to refute Mo Huasong's words, the young man stood up and looked up at Mo Huasong: "You are a piece of trash with the strength of the Qi Refining layer, but you dare to be rude in front of me."

After saying that, a powerful burst of true energy burst out from his body, making people feel that their whole body was suppressed and that they could die at any time.

"Don't fight here." The boss rushed out.

"Bang."

The young man waved his right hand lightly, and the boss was sent flying back into the house, knocking over many things, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Ah." Xiao Jie then realized how scary that young man was.

Even if his bodyguard is here, he is no match for the young man.

Mo Huasong stared at the young man and asked, "What do you want?"

"I, a beautiful gentleman, never force others to do anything. I will take Xiao Jie away, but I will not force her. I will wait until she serves me willingly." As the young man said, he took out a flower fan and fanned it gracefully.

"Although Xiao Jie is no longer a pure woman, she is of no use to my supplements. But she is beautiful and has a nice voice. I really want to try her voice in bed. Is it very beautiful and charming?" Hua

The gentleman licked his lips with his tongue, looking excited.

"No, I don't." Xiao Jie shook her head and refused.

Hua Junzi looked at Mo Huasong coldly: "Boy, although you are not strong, you are still somewhat capable. You were able to quietly bring Xiao Jie out from under my nose."

"Then how did you follow me here?" Mo Huasong asked.

"When Xiao Jie was singing on stage, I had put a tracking bug on her hair. No matter where she went tonight, I would find her." Hua Junzi looked down on little people like Mo Huasong, so he told him the truth.

, he will die soon anyway.

Xiao Jie asked Mo Huasong worriedly: "Is he very powerful?"

"Not great." Mo Huasong shook his head. "As long as you stay behind me, I will take you back after I deal with him."

Mo Huasong walked towards Hua Junzi, his eyes solemn.

In my memory, Hua Junzi is a mysterious figure from the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect in the world of cultivation. He is very powerful and has many secret techniques. He is a famous flower picker in the world of cultivation.

He was a figure that everyone wanted to kill in the world of cultivation, but for so many years, no one could kill him, and instead the person who was chasing him died.

This is a very difficult person. You must kill him as soon as you make a move and cannot let him escape. Generally speaking, flower pickers like Hua Junzi have very high Qinggong, can come and go freely, and no one can stop them.

"Whoosh." Mo Huasong had a small white sword in his hand.

This is a spiritual weapon that he refined using half of Bai Luoran's magic weapon. Although the material is very poor, in front of a supreme refinement master like Mo Huasong, it can certainly be transformed into something magical.

"Go." Mo Huasong moved his right hand, and the small white sword shot towards Hua Junzi as if it had life.

"What? A spiritual weapon? You, you actually have a spiritual weapon?" Hua Junzi's eyes widened.

Generally speaking, all people in the world of cultivation use magic weapons. Even if they are magic weapons, they are not simple.

Magical instruments are divided into low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade and top-grade. Top-grade magical instruments are very rare and can only be refined by master refiners in the world of cultivation.

The refining masters in each interface are different. For example, the weapon refining master in the martial arts world can only refine treasures.

A master of weapon refining in the world of cultivation, who can refine magic weapons.

Weapon refining masters with higher-level interfaces can refine spiritual weapons, etc.

As for the Grandmaster, no one dares to call himself that. After all, the Weapon Refining Grandmaster is the founder of a sect and has its own powerful strength.

Like Mr. Hua, he only has high-grade magic weapons in his hand, and their sect leader also has the best magic weapons. But he didn't expect that this earthly boy actually has a spiritual weapon. Why shouldn't he be ecstatic?

The spirit weapon requires blood to be shed to identify its owner.

As long as he kills the other party, the little white sword will belong to him. Thinking of this, Hua Junzi showed greed on his face.

Spiritual weapons like this, in their world of cultivation, are treasures that everyone is trying to steal.

Hahaha, he is so lucky. He thought of coming to the secular world to relax, but he unexpectedly met such a blessing.

If Hua Junzi were to know that the spiritual weapon he dreamed of was just a small thing that Mo Huasong forged at random, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood.

Hua Junzi flew towards Xiaobai Jian. He thought that with his strength in the foundation building stage, it was just a matter of fun to destroy Mo Huasong, so he didn't need to worry about it.

But when he just flew into the air, there was a flash of white light, and the small white sword shot towards him quickly like thunder and lightning.

"No." Hua Junzi just wanted to use a magic weapon to resist, but the small white sword was too fast and pierced his shoulder directly. A blood hole exploded and blood spurted out.

"That's all you have?" Mo Huasong laughed coldly at Hua Junzi.

Damn it, do you have the ability to attack me without a spiritual weapon? Hua Junzi cursed in his heart.

You must know that the spiritual weapon is so powerful that even those in the Qi Refining Stage can dare to challenge masters in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Of course, it only works if there is not much difference in strength.

For example, Mo Huasong is only at the sixth level of Qi Refining, while he is at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage. There is a difference of more than ten levels. How can Mo Huasong hurt him with a spiritual weapon?

"Boy, I decided not to kill you first. I will take you back and let a thousand men rape you to death." Hua Junzi jumped angrily.

After saying that, Hua Junzi took out a pill and drank it. The blood hole that was bleeding just now slowly closed up, and he soon recovered.

Xiao Jie looked at this weird thing in surprise. It was too hard to believe. How could this be possible?

"Whoosh." Hua Junzi pulled out a long sword, which is a high-grade magic weapon and is considered a very good weapon in the world of cultivation.

Mo Huasong looked at the long sword and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

The material of this long sword is better than that of Bai Luodian, and it can be used to refine spiritual weapons.
Chapter completed!