The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 134 Jump straight down

Mo Huasong glanced at the mountains below and nodded slightly: "Okay, find a safe place to land, and I will contact you in about an hour."

"One hour?" The pilot froze for a moment.

The following are all mountains or rugged land, and it will take some time to find a place to stop that is not easy to be found by others.

The young master said he would leave in an hour, how is this possible?
It is estimated that it will take him about half an hour to find a place to park the plane.

Mo Huasong didn't say any more, opened the cabin door, and jumped outside.

While jumping out, Mo Huasong pushed hard on the hatch.

With a bang, the cabin door was closed.

"Ah, master, you just jumped off yourself?" The pilot paled in panic.

This place is at least 1000 meters away from the ground, and the young master hasn't put on a parachute yet. It's over, the young master is going to die.

The pilot hurriedly turned the nose of the plane to check the scene of Mo Huasong falling to his death, and then went back to report to Wu Yuzhen.

Unexpectedly, Mo Huasong did a somersault in the air, and then landed straight down.

At the same time, Mo Huasong waved goodbye to him, as if he didn't care.

"Is the young master still human?" the pilot muttered in fear.

The pilot noticed that Mo Huasong was fine.

Although he landed rapidly, he descended at a very uniform speed. Even wearing a parachute, he did not fall as well as he did.

It seems that the rumors outside are not wrong. The Mojiazhuangyuan has a background in the martial arts world, and it is not something ordinary people can mess with.

At that time, when the chief was helping the pilot to find this job, he repeatedly told him that the Mojia Manor was not simple, so he was asked to work hard in it and strive for more room for development.

Although the plane is more than 1000 meters above the ground, it is a trivial matter for Mo Huasong.

He easily landed on the ground and flew forward.

The head of the Mukong faction is innately strong, and Pang Xiangliang estimated that there are innate masters in it, so let Mo Huasong pay attention.

Mo Huasong didn't care about this.

Not long after, Mo Huasong came to the gate of the Mukong faction.

Mukongpai is in the middle of the mountains, and there is a four-lane road outside.

If Mo Huasong drove over, he would be spotted by Mukong at the intersection.

"Who is this person?" Two men dressed up jumped out of the door.

Mo Huasong didn't say much, and just swung his fists, hitting the two well-dressed men who had acquired triple martial arts.

In the mundane world, martial artists with three levels of martial arts acquired can serve as bodyguards for some big bosses, and their annual salary is very high.

But in the Mukong Sect, they can only act as gatekeepers, which shows the strength of the martial arts world.

"Ah." Before the two well-dressed men could react, Mo Huasong's attacking Qi blade had already hit their dantians.

"You, you ruined our martial arts?" The two well-dressed men looked at Mo Huasong in surprise.

Mo Huasong said coldly: "Not killing you is the greatest kindness to you. If you want to blame, blame you for being members of the Mukong faction. You have offended me, Mo Batian."

"It's not good, someone is coming to attack us." The man in hard clothes yelled loudly.

At the same time, they took out the signal flares from their arms and shot them into the sky.

"No, something happened." Someone inside shouted loudly.

Mo Huasong watched the two well-dressed men fire the signal flares, and knocked them unconscious with a palm after they finished firing.

Although Mo Huasong didn't kill them, the slap just now would make them lie in the hospital for half a year.

Without martial arts, they can only be like useless people in the future.

This is the case with Mo Huasong. If the opponent attacked just now, Mo Huasong wouldn't mind killing them.

But they didn't kill Mo Huasong, and Mo Huasong wouldn't kill them either.

But if they act first, Mo Huasong will not be polite.

Mo Huasong went inside and found that in the open space inside the Mukong faction, there were already hundreds of warriors with weapons in their hands, all of them were vicious.

"I'm going, just alone?"

"Damn, how dare someone come over and attack our Mukong faction? What did the two janitor brothers eat to grow up? Isn't this a waste of resources?"

"That's right, let's go back to sleep, the other party doesn't seem to know martial arts." Someone looked at Mo Huasong strangely.

Because Mo Huasong directly practiced immortal arts, not martial arts like these warriors, so they couldn't see that Mo Huasong was very powerful at all.

"Okay, Mu Zizi, you go over and kill him." An elder of the Mukong faction who was congenital in martial arts at the initial level said disapprovingly, instructing a young man beside him.

The young man named Mu Zizi only acquired five levels of martial arts, and in their eyes, he was only of average strength.

"Elder, why do you call me?" Mu Zizi looked around and found that his martial arts were the worst.

"Hmph, if you don't make a move, do you want me to make a move?" The elder glared at Mu Zizi angrily, turned around and was about to leave.

"Hahaha. Mu Zizi, who told you that your martial arts are worse than ours." Some masters beside him laughed.

Mu Zizi was scolded by the elder and ridiculed by others, so he took his anger out on Mo Huasong. "Boy, if you dare to come to our Mukong faction to play wild, then you will die."

I saw Mu Zizi punching Mo Huasong and rushing towards Mo Huasong. He tried his best to beat Mo Huasong into meatloaf.

Mo Huasong waved his palm contemptuously, and a gray palm flashed in the sky, and slapped Mu Zizi directly.

At this time, Mu Zizi felt a breath of death, and hurriedly backed away.

But Mo Huasong was not relentless, how could he escape?
"Boom." The gray palm shadow fell, Mu Zizi disappeared, and the ground was just a blurred mass of flesh and blood.

"Huh? Where did Mu Zizi go?" The elder had already turned around, but when he heard the noise, he turned his head and saw that Mu Zizi was gone, and Mo Huasong was standing there.

The other masters shook their teeth in fright: "He, he—"

Mo Huasong beat Mu Zizi into a pulp with just one palm, so why not scare them?

It is okay to let them kill Mu Zizi, but at least it will take a fight before they can kill Mu Zizi.

But Mo Huasong smashed Mu Zizi's bones to pieces with just one move, he couldn't believe it.

"You guys go together, I'm in a hurry." Mo Huasong said with a frown.

"Damn, let me ask you, where did Mu Zizi go? Why didn't you kill this bird man?" The elder yelled angrily.

A master replied: "Elder, Mu Zizi was slapped into a pulp by his palm."

"What?" The elder finally saw the mass of flesh and blood in front of him. "Hurry up and kill him."

The warriors of the Mukong Sect didn't dare to be careless anymore, they took out their weapons and rushed towards Mo Huasong.

Mo Huasong sneered, and continued to wave his hands, and the gray palm shadow appeared in the air again.

This time the gray palm shadow was much larger than before, and fell down instantly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Those warriors who joined forces to attack Mo Huasong were all shot to death by the shadow of their palms.

"You, what kind of martial arts are you?" Only then did the elder realize that Mo Huasong was so powerful.

Among their warriors, the highest martial art is the Houtian Seventh Layer, and the joint attack strength of a few of them can at least deal with the Houtian Ninth Layer master.

(End of this chapter)