When the man was in the air, he shook his right hand and revealed a small black knife.

Su Weidong didn't care so much, but he still fought hard with the opponent with the little black knife in his hand.

"Bang." Two small black knives collided together, making a crisp sound.

The man felt his little black knife break with a flick of his hand.

"Holy crap, what's going on? My little black knife actually broke. This is impossible." The man shouted in surprise.

The security guard behind saw the man and hurriedly shouted: "Master Su, he is"

When Su Weidong saw how powerful the little black knife Mo Huasong gave him was, he looked up with pride and said with a smile: "Hahaha, security guard, I know he is an enemy. He can't beat me, I can do it alone."

Get him."

"No, he is Pang Yishan, the housekeeper of Pangjiazhuang." The security guard shouted anxiously.

This is tragic, the floods washed away the Dragon King Temple, and our own people attacked our own people.

"Pangjiazhuang, where did it come from? Is it very strong?" Su Weidong looked confused.

Pang Yishan now even wanted to die. Only now did he realize that the people who attacked them were not enemies, but one of his own.

As soon as Pangjiazhuang heard that the Mo family in the capital was going to harm Mo Huasong and the others, Pang Wenjun immediately called Mo Huasong and sent elites to the Mojiazhuang Courtyard.

Pang Yishan has always been shrewd, so he would never miss an opportunity like this to perform well.

Therefore, he personally led the team and came with more than a hundred experts.

When they just arrived at the door, someone attacked them. He thought they were enemies, so of course he rushed out and fought with them.

But I didn't expect that with just one move, my little black knife, which was as important as life, was cut off by the opponent's little black knife. How could this be possible?

"Boy, are you hanging out in Zhanhai City? You don't know about our Pangjiazhuang?" Pang Yishan yelled angrily: "Besides, you broke my little black knife, you have to compensate me."

After saying that, Pang Yishan stared greedily at the little black knife in Su Weidong's hand.

That little black knife must have been made by Mr. Mo, and its quality must be better than his.

"Butler Pang, why don't you drive your own car over here?" the security guard asked with a grimace.

The license plate numbers of Pangjiazhuang are all noted here, so the security guards can tell who is coming as long as their car is there.

But now Pang Yishan and the others are coming in a minibus. Who knows whether they are friends or enemies?

Pang Yishan said with a bitter face: "Hey, didn't we hear that Mojiazhuang Courtyard was in trouble, so we immediately brought more people over. The small car couldn't fit in, so we all took the minibus."

Su Weidong understood clearly that the people who came were friends, not enemies.

"Security guard, I hit the wrong person." Su Weidong cried sadly.

Originally, he wanted to perform well in front of Mo Huasong, but he didn't expect that it would be self-defeating.

"Security guard, who is he?" Pang Yishan was still staring at the small black knife in Su Weidong's hand.

"This is Young Master Su, our young master's good friend." The security guard introduced.

"Ah, you are Mr. Mo's good friend? I'm disrespectful." Pang Yishan was shocked.

It's so bad now that I can't find anyone to compensate for my little black knife.

No wonder the other party's little black knife is so powerful. It turns out to be Mr. Mo's friend.

At this time, Mo Huasong also came out.

When he heard what happened just now, he couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Wei Dong, you are too reckless."

"I was a little impulsive." Su Weidong rubbed his head in embarrassment.

Pang Yishan said with a sad face: "Mr. Mo, my little black knife is broken, what should I do?"

Mo Huasong smiled, took the broken little black knife, waved his right hand, and the black ghost fire enveloped them.

After just a moment, the broken little black knife was fused together again.

"Pang Yishan, take it." Mo Huasong threw the little black knife back to Pang Yishan. "Now the quality of your little black knife is no worse than Wei Dong's."

"Mr. Mo, you, you just refine the treasure like this?" Pang Yishan opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe it at all.

He was a little doubtful whether the little black knife could still be used now? Just throw it in the air for a while and it would be fine?

Even if the glue is glued, it still has to wait for dehydration to dry, right?

Mo Huasong said: "You can fight with Wei Dong again."

"Okay, Mr. Su, let's fight again." Pang Yishan thought this method was feasible.

Su Weidong nodded and fought with Pang Yishan again.

With a "dang" sound, the two small black knives touched each other, causing both Pang Yishan and Su Weidong to take a step back.

"Oh my god, my little black knife is really endless." Pang Yishan was ecstatic.

From now on, my weapons will be the best in Pangjiazhuang.

Mo Huasong called Pang Yishan and the others over and explained some things in a low voice.

Later, Mo Huasong went back inside.

Pang Yishan asked the people from Pangjiazhuang to get out of the car, and they were all guarding outside.

Not long after, a large group of warriors flew over here.

When Pang Yishan saw someone coming, he stood up excitedly and shouted, "Who are you? What are you doing at Mojiazhuang Courtyard?"

Su Weidong next to him looked at it and nodded secretly, yes, he should have asked like this just now so that nothing would happen.

"We are from the Hailong sect, are you the steward Pang Yishan?" A sanctimonious old man in his fifties flew out in front of him, with a long sword on his waist.

Pang Yishan said: "It turns out to be the head of Hailong. I am Pang Yishan. Why are you here?"

"Hey, Butler Pang Yishan, aren't you asking questions knowingly? We have all received Jianghu orders from the Mo family in the capital. You also know that with the status of the Mo family in the capital, we have to listen to them no matter what." Head Hailong glanced at them.

Pang Yishan took a look.

It can be said that Hailong Sect is stronger than Pangjiazhuang.

But because Pangjiazhuang embraced Mo Batian's big feet, he is so awesome now.

But just now the Mo family in the capital issued a Jianghu order. If Pangjiazhuang is still on the side of Songhua Group, then don't blame them for being rude.

So what about Mo Batian, can he still be more powerful than the Mo family in the capital and the Cangshan sect behind him?

As long as they hug these people's laps, they don't have to worry about Mo Batian at all.

Pangjiazhuang was the dominant force in Zhanhai City, and they didn't know how much resources they had seized, which made them very unhappy.

Now that they have such a good opportunity, how could they let it go?

They hope that Pangjiazhuang will stand up for Songhua Group, and then they will destroy Pangjiazhuang.

If Mo Batian wanted to settle a score with them, the Mo family in the capital and the Cangshan sect would naturally be on the side. What were they afraid of?

Pang Yishan sneered and said: "Hai Long, our owner has said that we will advance and retreat together with the Songhua Group. If you want to go in, you can only kill us."

"Okay, since you want to die, then we will give you a ride." Head Hai Long smiled evilly and clapped his hands, and a large group of people flew out from behind.

When Pang Yishan saw those people, his expression changed drastically: "Head of the Dongting Sect and the head of the Tianpeng Sect, you are all here and you have brought so many people here?"

The more than 100 people from Pangjiazhuang behind saw hundreds more warriors pouring out, including several innate masters, and their feet became weak with fear.

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