Mo Huasong's arrogant auction just now has offended many people.

No matter it was Chengfu, Master Zhilai or Mr. Fan, they all had opinions about him in their hearts.

Master Qizhilai also secretly united with many people. As long as everyone watched Mo Batian come out, they would swarm up to kill each other, then robbed the things, and then everyone went to the dark place to divide the loot.

Mr. Fan needs materials for alchemy, Master Zhilai needs materials for weapon refining, and others need dragon blood, phoenix blood, etc. Everyone takes what they need.

These hundreds of people were all helpers they called over.

Mo Huasong has more than a billion spiritual stones in his possession, which is equivalent to the property of more than a dozen major powers. How could those people not be jealous?

Not to mention Master Zhilai and others, maybe even those at the auction will be jealous and want to take action.

The disciple worriedly said, "I'm just afraid that they won't come out from the main entrance."

"Don't worry, we have spies everywhere. We also told some sergeants from the city's army. If they find out about Mo Batian's whereabouts, they will tell us immediately." Master Zhi Lai sneered.

As long as there is any trace of Mo Batian, they will swoop over.

However, there are definitely more people here at the main entrance.

Because a large number of people are here, when they find that Mo Batian is elsewhere, these people will swoop over.

Unexpectedly, while they were discussing, Feilong's lewd voice came from the door.

"Teacher, that's that person. I recognize him. His name is Fei Long." The apprentice pointed at Fei Long in front of him and shouted.

"There are four of them now, and that young man should be Mo Batian." Master Zhi Lai hesitated.

Isn't there a Nine Dragon Fish? Why is it missing?

At this time, in order to let everyone confirm that he was the auctioneer, Mo Huasong also shouted: "This auction is good, we bought a lot of things. We will leave the city now, go to other auctions, and continue to auction good things."

Ah. We have 100 billion spiritual stones with us, and we haven’t spent them all yet.”

Feilong secretly sweated, "I'll go," I thought, I was already bragging enough, but I didn't expect Brother Batian to brag even more than me.

But when he shouted like this, people heard his voice.

Because during the auction just now, Mo Huasong was almost the one bidding.

"That's the two hundred and five." Everyone became excited.

Mo Huasong's height and voice are absolutely unmistakable.

"Shall we go now?" someone asked. "Otherwise, they will leave Ancient Tree City."

"Will the city government army interfere?" Some people were worried.

After all, this is an auction, and the city government army and the auction house do not want the people who have just been auctioned to be robbed by others.

Master Zhilai said viciously: "What are you afraid of? Haven't you noticed that the city government troops have withdrawn? The door to the auction has been closed now. Everything has nothing to do with them. We are going to take action now. Otherwise, that's

No chance."

"Yes, let's do it." Some cultivators rushed towards Mo Huasong and the others.

Because in things like robbery, whoever strikes first wins first.

As long as someone kills Mo Huasong, they can grab something and run away quickly.

Judging from the current situation, Mo Huasong seems to be in the foundation-building stage.

That Fat Dragon is only in the middle stage of the Golden Core, so what if the two men behind him are in the later stages of the Golden Core.

There are only four people on the other side, but there are so many people on their side. Everyone can kill each other just by spitting.

Someone in front rushed forward, but those behind were afraid of being taken away by others, so they rushed forward quickly.

Suddenly, dozens of people rushed over, and those behind who didn't take action had already taken out their communication tools and were contacting people in other places.

Master Zhilai's people didn't move, but his people were a little anxious. "Master Zhilai, if others take away our things, we will suffer a loss."

Master Zhilai sneered and said: "No, Mo Batian is not that easy to kill. Let's wait a little longer."

Having said this, Master Zhilai raised his head and looked at Mr. Fan on the opposite street.

In the past, Master Zhilai thought that he was the sinister villain, but he did not expect that the sanctimonious Mr. Fan was also thinking about murder and robbery.

But it's hard to say, that's more than a billion, and there's dragon blood and phoenix blood in it, who doesn't want to have it.

Even Master Zhilai wants to drink dragon's blood to further his strength.

In the future, he may live for more than 100,000 years.

As long as his strength reaches the Nascent Soul stage, he can enter the Blue Meteor system and become a master of weapon refining.

Thinking of this, Master Zhilai's eyes turned red.

"Wei Dong, Mu En, you are responsible for killing people, Fei Long, you are responsible for collecting their storage bags." Mo Huasong looked at the cultivators rushing over, unmoved, and arranged the work in a low voice.

"Okay, I'm good at this." Fei Long shouted excitedly.

As long as you don't let him do it, he will be happy.

Mo Huasong looked at the people rushing over, his eyes gleaming.

Come on, this is all money. I wonder how much money they have on them?

Suddenly, Feilong shouted in surprise: "No, some people have small white swords in their hands."

"This is normal. I have sold so many weapons. There must be a few of them who have Xiaobai swords in their hands." Mo Huasong disagreed.

Kill him and he will be rich soon.

Damn, he still owes more than 400 million spiritual stones. This is the first time he has been so poor in the world of cultivation.

"Kill." Su Weidong swung his sword and rushed forward.

When Su Weidong rushed into the crowd, several cultivators died under his sword.

In order to allow Su Weidong to better perform his killings, Mo Huasong refined a spiritual sword for Su Weidong.

Wherever this sword hits, some people can't stand it anymore.

Even if someone holds a small white sword, it is the same spiritual weapon. How can a small weapon be as useful as a large weapon?

Muen also directly attacks from a distance, preventing the opponent from getting close.

With a loud roar, the explosive power attacked forward, and several cultivators in front were attacked and killed by him.

Mo Huasong also flashed and took action with the small white sword in his hand.

Mo Huasong did not use all his strength. He had to pretend that he had just beaten the opponent so that he could steal more money.

If he scares those people away, where will he go to steal the money?

So, when Mo Huasong killed a cultivator with a sword, he snatched the storage bag from the other person.

Under his consciousness, he can clearly see how many things are on the other person's body.

Su Weidong and Mu En were different. They only cared about killing and not picking up storage bags.

Fei Long is indeed very professional when it comes to grabbing things.

He was short in stature, and he was like a mouse plundering the deceased's belongings from behind.

Mo Huasong had told him that no matter whether it was a storage bag or a broken weapon, they had to be taken away without leaving any behind.
Chapter completed!