Zheng Jian hates Mo Huasong very much. If it weren't for him, his little black knife worth 150 million would not be broken, and he would not be embarrassed in front of Pang Xiaopei.

Therefore, even if they asked Mo Huasong about everything, Mo Huasong would still die in the end.

"You're so mean, what do you want to do?" Mo Huasong sneered.

"Boy, you are very crazy." Zheng Jian said with a smile: "If you have that little black knife in your hand, we should be more careful. But you sold your little black knife and you are doing your own harm."

The elder next to him asked: "Boy, let me ask you, where is Master Ba Tian?"

"What are you looking for Master Ba Tian for?" Mo Huasong was confused.

Zheng Jian said with a proud smile: "Of course he is captured and becomes one of ours. He will help us refine weapons all the time. It takes two years to refine one weapon. Twenty years later, our Hongcheng faction will have ten weapons."

It’s a peerless treasure.”

The eyes of the two elders next to them were red. Yes, if the Hongcheng Sect had ten peerless treasures, they would definitely dominate the martial arts world.

"Go away, I won't tell you." Mo Huasong shook his head.

Zheng Jian said coldly: "You won't tell? Hahaha, boy, it seems you don't know my methods. I will catch you first, and then I will catch all your family members. Man, in front of you

Kill me, woman, and I will die in front of you. Then, I want to see how tough your mouth is."

"Originally I didn't want to kill you, but now you all have to die." Mo Huasong's eyes flashed with murderous intent when he heard Zheng Jian threatening his family.

Mo Huasong walked towards them, with every step carrying fluctuations in the air, which made Zheng Jian and others feel very depressed.

"Boy, go to hell." Zheng Jian raised his right hand and struck Mo Huasong with powerful internal force.

He has acquired the fifth level of martial arts and can break rocks with one strike. An ordinary person like Mo Huasong will definitely be killed by his palm.

"Yin Yang Kill." Mo Huasong punched directly. It was very plain and not fancy, just like a normal punch.

But the air in front changed, and two invisible strong winds appeared, driving a terrifying whirlpool, crushing Zheng Jian's internal energy into pieces, and then rushed towards Zheng Jian.

"No." Zheng Jian shouted in fear.

He felt that he was completely suffocated and couldn't move even if he wanted to. As the whirlpool rushed towards him, his body was enveloped by the whirlpool and gradually became smaller. Finally, it was gone, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" The elder on the right was so frightened that his eyes popped out and he couldn't believe his own eyes.

"This, this is not martial arts, it is magic." The elder on the left pulled out a big knife and looked at Mo Huasong fiercely.

Zheng Jian just disappeared, leaving only blood and water. He was probably dead.

If they don't help Zheng Jian get revenge, they won't be able to spare him even if he returns to the head.

Zheng Jian's talent is very good, and the Hongcheng Sect puts their hope in him, hoping that he can become an innate master in the future.

"Go ahead, kill him." The elders didn't dare to ask for help.

Originally, they thought they could kill Mo Huasong with just one move.

Unexpectedly, not only did Mo Huasong not die, but Zheng Jian died as well.

"Huhu." Two big knives were waved in front of Mo Huasong, with powerful wind blades. The wall bricks on both sides were shattered, making it very scary.

The two elders showed confidence in their eyes. With their strength, no matter what evil magic Mo Huasong used, they would be knocked away by their swords.

Zheng Jian was killed because he was careless and did not use weapons.

Mo Huasong snorted coldly, raised his right hand again, and the vortex appeared again.

The Heaven-defying Yin and Yang Jue is really overkill when used to deal with such little ants.

"Ah, no." The elders felt that their right hands were caught in the whirlpool, their flesh and blood being crushed to pieces, and the sharp sword turned into molten iron.

In a moment, the two elders of the Hongcheng Sect were also strangled into bloody water by Yin Yang Kill, and they could not die anymore.

Now with Mo Huasong's strength, if he didn't have an innate master, he wouldn't face it.

Mo Huasong walked to the street, took a taxi and went to the blacksmith shop.

The blacksmith was getting a small black knife from Mo Huasong. After selling it for a big price, he did not help others to blacksmith anymore. Instead, he guarded the shop and waited for Mo Huasong's next visit.

And he is also smart and has already prepared some high-quality pig iron. As long as Mo Huasong gives him another treasure, his whole family will not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

When Mo Huasong called him and asked him to prepare some more materials, he hurried outside to purchase them and then continued to wait for Mo Huasong.

When Mo Huasong entered the shop, the blacksmith stood up excitedly and said, "Sir, you are here."

"Well, you can go back and come back here tomorrow." Mo Huasong nodded.

"Can I buy another treasure, sir?" the blacksmith asked sheepishly.

Mo Huasong smiled and said, "Did you know? That little black knife you had last time sold for 150 million in Xingqi Pavilion today."

"Ah." The blacksmith couldn't believe his ears. He had suffered a big loss.

"You are just an ordinary person. Taking too much money will do you no good." Mo Huasong looked at the blacksmith.

"Yes, I understand." The blacksmith was also a contented man. He bowed vigorously to Mo Huasong and then left.

Mo Huasong wanted to make a space device and didn't want others to watch, so he asked the blacksmith to leave.

Mo Huasong directly used the real fire in his body, plus the fire in the furnace, to create the space storage device "dang dang dang".

A small black ring was tied. It seemed ordinary, but it was a priceless treasure.

Mo Huasong continued to engrave runes on the small ring. An hour later, Mo Huasong, who was looking a little pale, breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared to his previous strength, his current strength is still far behind.

The storage ring is successfully crafted, and he can put things in it in the future.

So, Mo Huasong put all his belongings inside to avoid losing them.

Afterwards, Mo Huasong began to forge a small black knife.

A hundred little black knives are just a matter of a few hours for Mo Huasong.

After refining one hundred little black knives, Mo Huasong continued to refine the little black knives.

The quality of the little black knives he refined later was better than before. Mo Huasong planned to keep them for his own use or sell them for money later.

After Mo Huasong finished it, he left the shop and took a taxi to Xingqi Pavilion.

After receiving the call, Wu Chaoxing was waiting in the Xingqi Pavilion early. When he saw Mo Huasong coming, he hurriedly took him to the second floor.

"Sir, how many handfuls can you bring now?" Wu Chaoxing asked.

In his eyes, Mo Huasong was considered good if he could get one or two.

In the morning, after he announced the news of tomorrow's auction of the Little Black Knife, many powerful sects had already registered, hundreds of them, which was really scary.

It's a pity that Mo Huasong only brought one or two peerless treasures, which were not enough for the hundreds of sects?
Chapter completed!