The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 202 The flood washed the Dragon King Temple

When the man was in the air, he flicked his right hand, and a small black knife appeared.

Su Weidong didn't care so much, he also waved the small black knife in his hand to fight recklessly with the opponent.

"Boom." The two small black knives collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

The man felt that with a shake of his hand, his little black knife broke off.

"Damn, what's going on here? My little black knife actually broke, it's impossible." The man shouted in surprise.

Seeing that person, the security guard at the back hurriedly called out: "Young Master Su, he is—"

Seeing that the little black knife Mo Huasong gave him was so powerful, Su Weidong was so proud, he raised his head and smiled and said, "Hahaha, Brother Security, I know, he is an enemy. He can't beat mine, and I can do it alone." Get him."

"No, he is Pang Yishan's steward of Pangjiazhuang." The security guard shouted anxiously.

This is miserable, the flood rushed into the Dragon King Temple, and our own people beat our own people.

"Pangjiazhuang, what is the origin? Is it very strong?" Su Weidong looked at a loss.

Pang Yishan now even wants to die, and he now knows that the one who attacked them just now was not the enemy, but his own people.

As soon as Pangjiazhuang heard that the Mo family in the capital city was going to be unfavorable to Mo Huasong and the others, Pang Wenjun immediately called Mo Huasong and sent elites to the Mojiazhuang courtyard at the same time.

Pang Yishan has always been shrewd, how could he let this opportunity to perform well.

Therefore, he personally led the team and came with several masters.

As soon as they arrived at the door, someone attacked them. He thought it was an enemy, so of course he rushed out to fight the opponent.

But I didn't expect that it was just a move, and my life-like little black knife was cut off by the opponent's little black knife. How is this possible?
"Boy, do you hang out in Zhanhai City? You don't even know about our Pangjiazhuang?" Pang Yishan yelled angrily: "Besides, you broke my little black knife, and you will pay me for it."

After finishing speaking, Pang Yishan stared greedily at the small black knife in Su Weidong's hand.

That little black knife must have been made by Mr. Mo, and the quality must be better than his.

"Butler Pang, why don't you come here in your own car?" the security guard asked with a bitter face.

The license plate numbers of Pangjiazhuang are all marked here, as long as their car is there, the security guards will be able to tell who is coming.

But now that Pang Yishan and the others are coming in a minibus, who knows if they are friends or foes?
Pang Yishan said with a bitter face: "Oh, didn't we hear that Mo's Manor was in trouble, so we immediately brought more people over. The car couldn't fit, so we all took minibuses."

Su Weidong understood, the people who came were friends, not enemies.

"Security, I called the wrong person." Su Weidong cried.

Originally, he wanted to perform well in front of Mo Huasong, but he didn't expect to be self-defeating.

"Security, who is he?" Pang Yishan was still staring at the small black knife in Su Weidong's hand.

"This is Young Master Su, a good friend of our young master." The security guard introduced.

"Ah, Mr. Mo's good friend? Disrespect and disrespect." Pang Yishan was shocked.

This is miserable, I can't find anyone to pay for my little black knife.

No wonder the opponent's little black knife is so powerful, it turned out to be Mr. Mo's friend.

At this time, Mo Huasong also came out.

When he heard what happened just now, he couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Wei Dong, you are too reckless."

"I was a little impulsive." Su Weidong rubbed his head embarrassingly.

Pang Yishan said with a sad face: "Mr. Mo, my little black knife is broken, what should I do?"

Mo Huasong smiled, took the broken little black knife over, swung his right hand, and the black ghost fire enveloped them.

Just for a while, the broken little black knife was fused together again.

"Pang Yishan, take it." Mo Huasong threw the small black knife back to Pang Yishan. "Now the quality of your little black knife is no worse than Wei Dong's."

"Mr. Mo, you, you just refine treasures like this?" Pang Yishan opened his eyes wide, in disbelief at all.

He was a little doubtful whether this little black knife could still be used now?Just throw it in the air for a while, okay?
Even if glue is used, you have to wait for dehydration to dry, right?
Mo Huasong said: "You can fight Wei Dong again."

"Okay, Young Master Su, let's fight again." Pang Yishan felt that this method was feasible.

Su Weidong nodded, and fought with Pang Yishan again.

With a sound of "dang", the touch of the two small black knives directly shocked both Pang Yishan and Su Weidong back a step.

"Oh my god, my little black knife really doesn't stop." Pang Yishan was ecstatic.

From now on in Pangjiazhuang, his weapons will be the best.

Mo Huasong called Pang Yishan and the others over, and whispered something.

Afterwards, Mo Huasong went back inside.

Pang Yishan asked the people from Pangjiazhuang to get out of the car, and they were all guarding outside.

Not long after, a large group of warriors flew over here.

Seeing someone coming, Pang Yishan stood up excitedly and shouted, "Who are you? What are you doing here at Mo's Manor?"

Su Weidong next to him looked at it and nodded secretly, that's right, he should have asked like this just now, so nothing would happen.

"We are from the Hailong faction, may I be the housekeeper Pang Yishan?" A dignified old man in his 50s flew out in front of him, with a long sword pinned to his waist.

Pang Yishan said: "So it's Hailong's head, and I'm Pang Yishan, what's your business here?"

"Hey, Steward Pang Yishan, don't you ask this question knowingly? We have all received orders from the Mo family in the capital. You also know what the status of the Mo family in the capital is. We have to listen to what they say." The head of Hai Long glanced at him. Pang Yishan took a look.

It can be said that the Hailong faction is stronger than Pangjiazhuang.

But because Pangjiazhuang embraced Mo Batian's big feet, it's so awesome now.

But just now the Mo family in the capital city issued a Jiang Hu order. If the Pang family village is still on the side of the Songhua Group, then don't blame them for being rude.

So what about Mo Batian, can he still surpass the Mo family in the capital and the Cangshan faction behind him?
As long as they hug these people's thighs, they don't have to be afraid of Mo Batian at all.

Pangjiazhuang is the dominant player in Zhanhai City, and they don't know how many resources they have seized, which makes them very unhappy.

With such a good opportunity now, how could they let it go?

They hope that Pangjiazhuang will stand up for the Songhua Group, and they will destroy Pangjiazhuang by then.

If Mo Batian wants to settle accounts with them, it is natural that the Mo family and Cangshan faction in the capital will stand up, so what are they afraid of?

Pang Yishan sneered and said: "Hai Long, our owner has said that we will advance and retreat with Songhua Group. If you want to go in, you can only kill us."

"Okay, since you want to die, let's give you a ride." The head of Hai Long smiled and clapped his hands, and a large group of people flew out from behind.

When Pang Yishan saw those people, his face changed greatly: "The head of the Dongting School and the head of the Tianpeng School, you are all here, and you brought so many people here?"

The many Pangjiazhuang people in the back saw many warriors rushing out, and there were several innate masters among them, their feet were a little weak in fright.

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