"Master, shall we go back now?" Sword Spirit asked Mo Huasong.

Mo Huasong shook his head and glanced coldly into the distance: "I will hit them until they are scared and dare not kill me again, then I will go back."

At this time, Mo Huasong no longer needs to ask who wants to kill him. Is it possible for ordinary people to mobilize fighter jets to kill him?

As long as he goes to the king of the black country, there will definitely be nothing wrong.

So, Mo Huasong rushed towards Feicheng, the capital of the Black Country.

At the same time, Mo Huasong shouted to the sky: "King of the Black Kingdom, listen to me, if you dare to plot against me, I will kill you."

"What? Mo Batian is so awesome? He even dares to kill our king?" Some people from the Black Country disagreed. "Does he have this ability?"

"It's hard to say. Now even the Black Six fighter jets can't do anything to him. What else can our country do against him?" Someone laughed. "It seems that no ninja in our country dares to show up to stop Mo Batian."

Sure enough, as that person said, no one dares to stop Mo Batian now.

Mo Huasong flew to one city after another. When he arrived at the family there, he immediately went in and asked them for cultivation resources.

Not much. Each family wants twenty thousand-year-old ginseng worth. If they don't give it or don't have it, Mo Huasong will kill him directly.

When the little white sword comes out, who dares to fight?

Mo Ba Tianniu is not even afraid of the Black Six fighter jets, so why should he be afraid of people like them?

In the past few days since Mo Batian came to the Black Kingdom, he didn't know how many master martial arts masters he had killed.

Now the ninjas in the Black Country have suffered very heavy losses and cannot be as arrogant as before.

Now wherever Mo Huasong goes, he kills whenever he disagrees, and there is blood all around.

For Mo Huasong, the Black Country has no choice at all now.

Use martial arts, if you can't beat them, whoever comes will die. Even if they use wheel tactics, Mo Huasong can kill hundreds of them in a short time.

Let me ask, how many batches of hundreds of ninjas are there in the ninja world?

Now, when many ninja families heard that they were going to deal with Mo Batian, they shook their heads and refused to go.

Therefore, Mo Huasong returned with a full load and went directly to the capital of the Black Country.

"Ring, ring, ring." Mo Huasong's cell phone rang.

Mo Huasong took out his cell phone and saw that it was Hong Yaxuan calling.

"What's the matter with you?" Mo Huasong asked.

"Have you not returned to China yet?" Hong Yaxuan paused and explained, "The chief asked me to tell you."

"Don't worry, there's no way I can get out of this bad mood." Mo Huasong shook his head and hung up the phone.

It was already morning, and Mo Huasong arrived near Fei City.

It is estimated that he can reach the capital of the Black Country in less than an hour.

"Ring, ring, ring." Mo Huasong's cell phone rang again.

Mo Huasong thought it was Hong Yaxuan calling, so he answered the phone angrily: "Are you bothered?"

"Hello, Master Ba Tian, ​​I know I'm a little annoyed, but I received a task from the king and I have to complete it no matter what." The other party said in a low voice.

"Who are you?" Mo Huasong realized that he had made a mistake. "Are you talking about the king of the black country?"

"Yes, I am the envoy of the King of the Black Kingdom. Now we want to talk to you for peace talks." The envoy said. "We have prepared a thousand thousand-year-old ginseng to compensate you for your mental losses. Is this okay?"

"I don't want peace talks." Mo Huasong was suddenly stunned and asked, "Did you say it's a thousand thousand-year-old ginseng?"

"Yes, Master Ba Tian, ​​this is our limit, there is no way to raise it." The envoy said. "I hope you can feel our sincerity. In the past, some ninja families did random things, and our king did not know about it. Please forgive me.

he."

Mo Huasong smiled and said: "If you had already admitted your mistake, then nothing would happen. I am also very easy to talk to. Where are you now? Come and find me. By the way, when you come here, remember to bring the thousand

A thousand-year-old ginseng."

Bage, I thought you were a very talkative person, but it turns out you only care about a thousand thousand-year-old ginseng. The messenger cursed angrily in his heart.

But no matter how angry he was, he still smiled charmingly and said: "Okay, Master Batian, I know your location, I will go find you now."

Who doesn’t know where Mo Huasong is now? The question is who dares to approach him?

He is so fierce and will kill ninjas whenever he sees them. Whoever gets close will die.

Mo Huasong no longer rushed to Feicheng, but rested in a hotel in a small city nearby.

There are people everywhere here, and the Black Country probably doesn't dare to mess around and launch missiles at will.

Just when Mo Huasong finished eating and was about to take a rest, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in." Mo Huasong called outside.

At the same time, Sword Spirit flew over and opened the door.

A middle-aged man wearing a kimono walked in with surprise on his face.

Because Mo Batian was clearly inside, but why did the door open immediately, as if it had been locked just now.

Weird, really weird.

Mo Huasong watched the middle-aged man come in and asked, "Are you the messenger? Where is the thousand-year-old ginseng?"

"Here, please check with Master Ba Tian." This person was the envoy. He waved his hand hurriedly, and some ninjas came in behind carrying many large bags.

Mo Huasong saw the sacks, nodded and asked, "Are they all here? Are there a thousand thousand-year-old ginseng? Don't lie to me. If there is one missing, I will cause trouble for you."

"It won't be less. I wouldn't dare to lie to anyone," the messenger said hurriedly.

After Mo Huasong inspected the thousand-year-old ginseng and found that they were correct, he let them leave.

The envoy asked: "Master Ba Tian, ​​can the previous grudges be wiped out?"

"Okay, I'm easy to talk to, no problem." Mo Huasong smiled.

"You're so talkative." The messenger cursed in his mind. "If you can talk easily, then everyone in the world will be talkative. There are at least thousands of ninjas in the Black Country who have died on you, and many of them are masters.

Where are the martial arts masters?"

The envoy did not dare to show his face here and hurriedly ran out with his men.

Mo Huasong put the thousand-year-old ginseng into the space ring, and then asked Sword Spirit to lock the door. "Sword Spirit, I will take a rest. You guys can help me keep an eye on this place."

"Master, let me watch it for you. I am very diligent." Black Ghost Fire hurried out and smiled charmingly at Mo Huasong.

Mo Huasong rolled his eyes at Black Ghost Fire: "Okay, don't I know what you are thinking? You want thousand-year ginseng, right?"

"Yes, Master, my strength has become stronger, and I will still work hard for you, the same principle." Black Ghost Fire greedily thought about the thousand-year-old ginseng that Mo Huasong had just obtained.

It would be great if I could give him all those thousand thousand-year-old ginseng.
Chapter completed!