"The eighth level of acquired martial arts!" Zheng Jian's eyes narrowed and he did not dare to do anything wrong in the Xingqi Pavilion.

No wonder Xingqi Pavilion's business is doing so well in the martial arts world. It turns out that the master of Wu Chaoxing Pavilion is also a powerful master.

Zheng Jian cleared his throat and said, "Pavilion Master Wu, if I do it outside, is that okay?"

"As long as we don't take action in our Xingqi Pavilion, I can't control it." Wu Chaoxing nodded.

If it were in the past, Pang Xiaopei would still help Mo Huasong.

But Mo Huasong hurt her just now, so she wouldn't care about him. It would be nice to let him learn a lesson.

Because grandpa told her not to offend Mo Huasong, and if other people offended her, it would have nothing to do with her.

Pang Xiaopei raised her head and said to Wu Chaoxing: "Pavilion Master Wu, this is my mobile phone number. If you still have this treasure refined by Master Ba Tian, ​​please call me. It doesn't matter how much it costs."

This little black knife is very delicate and suitable for girls to carry. Pang Xiaopei likes it very much.

Their Pangjiazhuang was not short of money. If Zheng Jian had not been bidding and Pang Xiaopei was too embarrassed to participate, she would have bought this little black knife a long time ago.

"I don't know what to call this girl?" Wu Chaoxing discovered that Pang Xiaopei had acquired the seventh level of martial arts at a young age, so she must have an extraordinary background.

"This is the granddaughter of the owner of Pangjiazhuang, Pang Xiaopei." Zheng Jian proudly introduced Pang Xiaopei.

The expressions of Wu Chaoxing and other warriors changed. During this period, two innate masters appeared in Pangjiazhuang, and they were promoted to the first-level sect, which was very powerful.

Huh? The man just scolded Pang Xiaopei. It seemed that Pangjiazhuang would not let him go. Some warriors secretly gloated at Mo Huasong.

No wonder Zheng Jian wanted to take action for Pang Xiaopei. It turned out to be for the sake of Pangjiazhuang.

Not to mention Zheng Jian, even other warriors wanted to help Pang Xiaopei in order to please Pangjiazhuang.

In the eyes of these people, Mo Huasong will definitely be very miserable.

Mo Huasong felt itchy when he saw that a small black knife of inferior quality could be sold for 150 million.

He is very short of money now, so it would be good to make money by selling weapons. "Pavilion Master Wu, I would like to ask, how much can I sell this little black knife for?"

"Ah, how come you have my little black knife?" Zheng Jian looked at the little black knife in Mo Huasong's hand and couldn't help shouting in surprise.

Mo Huasong rolled his eyes at Zheng Jian: "How shameless, isn't your little black knife in your hand?"

Zheng Jian was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he was indeed holding a small black knife in his hand, and the one Mo Huasong was holding was also a small black knife.

"Is your little black knife made by Master Ba Tian?" Wu Chaoxing looked at the little black knife in Mo Huasong's hand strangely. "If it is genuine, I will spend 100 million to buy it."

Wu Chaoxing thought that by testing it, he could tell whether it was true or not.

Mo Huasong handed the small black knife to Wu Chaoxing, who took it and looked at it carefully. "The black knife has the word "Ba Tian" on it, but it seems to be a little different from the one in Mr. Zheng's hand."

Of course it's different. The little black knife made by Mo Huasong is of better quality than the previous one.

Zheng Jian smiled proudly upon hearing this: "Pavilion Master Wu, this person is a liar. You see, he is not a warrior, how can he have a real peerless treasure? Since his little black knife is different from mine, it must be a fake.

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Mo Huasong shook his head and said: "No, both of them are real, but the quality of mine is a little better than yours."

"Ma Bi, do you dare to say that your little black knife is better than mine?" Zheng Jian was about to get angry. "Boy, do you have the ability to compete with me? You will know whose knife is better after a comparison."

The warriors nodded secretly. If anyone's sword was fake, it would definitely break.

If it were normal times, Mo Huasong would definitely want to compete with Zheng Jian. But Zheng Jian was holding a sword that he had made, so he had to persuade him no matter what: "What a bastard comrade, it's not that I don't want to compete with you, it's that I

The quality of the knife is better, but if it fights with your knife, it may break your knife."

"Hahaha, boy, you are really good at bragging. You are afraid that others will know that your knife is fake, so you don't dare to compare swords. You deliberately use such a clumsy excuse. Do you think I am a fool?" Zheng Jian laughed.

Zheng Jian was really happy to slap Mo Huasong in the face in front of everyone.

Everyone has seen the scene of testing the little black knife just now. A little girl who does not know martial arts can cut a fifty centimeter thick iron block in half. It can be seen that his little black knife is a peerless treasure.

As for Mo Huasong’s little black knife, haha, it must be fake.

Therefore, Zheng Jian wanted to compete with Mo Huasong and slap Mo Huasong in the face in front of so many people.

Just now Mo Huasong scolded Pang Xiaopei. If he can teach Mo Huasong a lesson, Pang Xiaopei will definitely think that he is a real man and will definitely like him.

"Do you really want to compete with me?" Mo Huasong looked at Zheng Jian.

"Yes, whoever doesn't agree is not a man." Zheng Jian shouted loudly.

Wu Chaoxing's eyes flickered, because just now Mo Huasong said that the little black knife in his hand was better than Zheng Jian's, and he also wanted to see the result.

Anyway, the little black knife has been sold to Zheng Jian. No matter what the outcome is, it has nothing to do with him.

"Okay, let's compete with each other." Mo Huasong sighed lightly.

As his name suggests, Zheng Jian is really mean.

After everyone was ready, Mo Huasong gently swung his knife towards Zheng Jian's little black knife.

Zheng Jian's eyes showed cunning, he flipped his right wrist, and the little black knife slashed towards Mo Huasong with a strong wind.

"Ah, Zheng Jian actually used his inner strength?" The warrior behind shouted in surprise.

"It's too much, it's too despicable." Some warriors couldn't stand it.

Wu Chaoxing frowned secretly. Mo Huasong didn't know martial arts, so he just waved the knife gently to compete.

But Zheng Jian used his inner strength and clearly had the upper hand. Even if it was a treasure of the same level, Zheng Jian would cut off or knock the treasure in Mo Huasong's hand away.

And under the impact of internal force, Mo Huasong, who does not know martial arts, will definitely be seriously injured.

Zheng Jian was indeed very insidious and took this opportunity to teach Mo Huasong a lesson.

However, Wu Chaoxing did not take action. After all, Mo Huasong promised to compete with Zheng Jian, and Zheng Jian was secretly up to something, so it was hard for him to say anything.

The warriors shook their heads secretly, not wanting to see what happened next.

They would all think that the little black knife in Mo Huasong's hand would be cut off, and then he would be knocked out by Zheng Jian, and then he would lie in the hospital for a month or two.

Mo Huasong's eyes flashed sharply. He originally wanted to compete with Zheng Jian, but he didn't expect that Zheng Jian wanted to hurt him secretly.

Since the other party is unkind, don't blame him.

With a "dang" sound, the two little black knives collided together. The little black knife in Zheng Jian's hand broke, and the little black knife in Mo Huasong's hand continued to chop at Zheng Jian.

"Not good." Zheng Jian's expression suddenly changed, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly flew back.

But even though Zheng Jian tried his best to dodge, the black light still fell on his arm, a bone-deep wound appeared, and blood spurted out.
Chapter completed!