The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 138 Seventh Level Body Refining Technique

If you want to become stronger, you must practice diligently.

The black ghost fire swallowed a little bit of Yan Xinghuo and those big fires, which improved a lot, and also fed back to him.

Mo Huasong felt a lot of energy rushing towards him, and he couldn't hide the joy on his face.

It is still of great benefit to him that the black will-o'-the-wisp becomes stronger.

After he finished practicing for a week, his strength was raised to the fourth level of the second rank of Qi Refining, which surprised him.

It seems that this black will-o'-the-wisp is still useful, it can refine poison and fire into energy and provide it to him, which is more useful than eating spirit stones.

An hour later, the pilot whispered: "Master, we have arrived at the airspace of the Stargate."

"Oh, it's still the same as before. After I go down, you can find a place to rest, and I will contact you later." After finishing speaking, Mo Huasong opened the hatch and jumped down.

Gusts of cold wind scraped Mo Huasong's flesh like sharp knives, but he didn't take it seriously.

And he deliberately didn't use his kung fu to resist, allowing the cold wind to sharpen his body.

Not only did he want to practice exercises, he also had to find a body training technique to practice. As long as his body was strong, he would not be afraid of those catastrophes.

Now Mo Huasong is practicing seven levels of body training. These seven levels are gold, wood, fire, water, earth, wind, and thunder.

Don't talk too much about the fire, Mo Huasong already has it.

This cold wind can just help Mo Huasong practice the wind element. Although his skin and flesh are painful from the wind, his body has benefited a lot afterwards.

His body is slowly getting stronger and the pain is slowly decreasing.

When Mo Huasong descended to a low altitude, the wind weakened, so he put away the seventh-level body training technique.

After landing on the ground, Mo Huasong looked around and found that it was a small town.

There are many shops on both sides of the town, selling some weapons, elixir, etc.

According to the information given by Pang Wenjun, this small town is called Xingzhen, and it is the headquarters of Xingmen.

Half of these shops belong to Stargate, bringing huge amounts of money to Stargate every year.

"I am Mo Batian. I want to destroy the Star Gate. All people who have nothing to do with the Star Gate should leave Star Town immediately. Otherwise, they will all die with the people in the Star Gate." Mo Huasong shouted loudly towards the front.

This voice has been used in exercises, and it can be clearly transmitted to everyone in the town.

The star gate is in the center of the town, and it is said that it is luxuriously decorated, like a palace.

"I'm going, who is so stupid, dare to come to Star Town and say such big words?" Several warriors who were shopping in the town ran out and shouted at Mo Huasong.

They have always wanted to embrace Stargate's thigh, hoping to buy Stargate's weapons and training resources at a discount.

In particular, the star gate has the peerless treasure of Master Batian, which is a good thing.

But now the star gate is up for grabs, and they can't even buy it if they want to.

Master Batian's little black knife is very powerful, and he can kill his opponent with just a single swing.

If they can buy it, they can basically walk sideways in the martial arts world.

Therefore, now that they have the opportunity to flatter Stargate, how could these warriors let it go?

When Mo Huasong saw those warriors rushing towards him with a murderous look, he sneered, and there was a small black knife in his right hand.

Since there are some people who want to die, let's die.

"Swish, swish." A few blades flashed forward, and the bodies of those warriors were all cut off in the middle.

"Ah, he killed someone." The martial artist behind screamed.

"I'll go, that's the little black knife, I wonder if it belongs to Master Batian?"

You must know that any shop that sells weapons now sells small black knives, and 90.00% of them are fakes.

Now warriors come out to hang out without a small black knife, and they are ashamed to say that they belong to the martial arts world.

"Isn't [-] percent? Do you think it's so easy to buy a little black knife? We've been here at Stargate for so many days, and we still haven't received a letter of approval. How can you say he has a little black knife?" Others disagree.

Everyone nodded: "That's right, now Master Batian is like a dragon who sees his head but never sees his tail. I heard that he has lived in seclusion in the mountains and will not leave the mountains for ten years."

"Hey, I really want to own a treasure refined by Master Batian, even if I spend all my wealth."

"Fuck you, you just bought the elixir for practicing kung fu, and you only have a few thousand yuan on you." Someone laughed.

Although these people talked about Mo Huasong, no one stood up for the few warriors who died just now.

The world of martial arts is so realistic and cruel, if you are not capable, you will only be slaughtered by others.

The others were neither relatives nor relatives of the dead, so they didn't need to come forward to show off.

Mo Huasong shouted loudly: "My name is Mo Batian, and I made the little black knife. Star Gate sent people to Zhanhai City to arrest me, and I killed them all. Today, I will destroy Star Gate."

"Hahaha." The person who said that Mo Huasong was not holding a small black knife just now couldn't help laughing when he heard what Mo Huasong said.

"Hahaha, it's really funny. I've seen the weapon pretending to be made by Master Batian, but I haven't seen someone pretending to be Master Batian."

People nearby also came over, because Master Batian's name was too famous, everyone wanted to see what was going on.

Seeing that the other party didn't believe it, Mo Huasong didn't say much, just stood there. "There are still 8 minutes, don't regret it then."

At this time, several warriors flew over from inside, the one in front was a master of the initial stage of congenital, and the few behind were warriors with acquired seven, eight, and nine levels of martial arts.

"Who dares to say that we want to destroy our star gate?" The innate master in front asked arrogantly.

This person is about 50 years old, with a small mustache on his chin, and he gently strokes his beard when he talks, which is a bit funny.

"Are you from Stargate?" Mo Huasong asked.

"Hehe, this is ridiculous. That young man wanted to pretend to be B, but he didn't expect to meet someone from the Star Gate. There is no way for B to pretend." The warriors onlookers sneered.

The congenital master stared at Mo Huasong: "I am the elder of Star Gate, do you feel very scared now? You should still kneel down obediently and beg for mercy. If I am in a good mood, I might not kill you, but just abolish your martial arts. Let you be a slave in the star gate for the rest of your life."

"Since you are from the Star Gate, you can die." As soon as the words fell, Mo Huasong jumped up and flew towards the Star Gate master like a roc.

"Hmph, let me show everyone the consequences of those who offend our star gate?" The innate master drew a small black knife from his body.

The eyes of the bystanders immediately widened: "I'll go, this is the little black knife refined by Master Batian, the real peerless treasure."

It turned out that the masters of the Star Gate saw that the little black knife was so good, they all went to Wu Daxing, saying that they wanted it too.

Wu Daxing saw that this was the case, so he had no choice but to match it with a master above the elder level.

After all, their Stargate's fighting power is strong, which is also good for them.

Hearing everyone's praise, the elder's face was as sweet as honey. "Hahaha, let me show you how terrifying the little black knife made by Master Batian is, it will cut the bird man in front of you in half."

"Huh." The little black knife came out through the wind, with a strong knife aura, which made the warriors feel admiration for the elder.

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