The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 300 He Is Batian Master
The corners of Mo Huaren's mouth were twitching, but he finally gritted his teeth and waved to the back. A man came over with a bag.

Mo Huaren took the bag and took out fifteen thousand-year-old ginseng from it. "Mr. Bole, here is the deposit."

"Okay, no problem." Mr. Bole excitedly took these thousand-year-old ginseng.

Now that he has a lot of thousand-year-old ginseng, he can go to Master Batian to exchange for a small black knife.

Mr. Bole accepted the things, of course he had to do something.

He turned his head and shouted at Mo Huasong: "What's the matter with you? I'm Mr. Bole, I wonder if you will show me face? You should leave here first, and talk about it later. "

This is the cleverness of Mr. Bole. He took thirty thousand-year-old ginseng from him, and then let him leave first.

As for who is right and who is wrong later on, he doesn't care.

Anyway, he was the one who protected the Mo family this time. If these people come to trouble the Mo family again in the future, it has nothing to do with him.

"Mr. Bole, do you really want to stand up for the Mo family?" Pang Wenjun was so angry that he jumped out and cursed when he saw Mr. Bole say such words.

Pang Wenjun didn't like Mr. Bole, this shameless birdman, every day in the arena, he talked about how good his relationship with Master Batian was.

Damn, his relationship between Mr. Bole and Master Batian, how about having them?

They have known Master Batian for a very long time, and they are often together.

Now, Mr. Bole didn't find that Mr. Mo was here, trying to die here, so of course he wanted Mr. Bole to die quickly.

"Pang Wenjun?!" Mr. Bole was also a little angry when he saw Pang Wenjun appear.

Pang Wenjun didn't like him, how could he like Pang Wenjun?

Pang Wenjun often said bad things about him in secret, saying that his relationship with Master Batian was mediocre, not comparable to Pangjiazhuang at all.

Hmph, what are you, Pang Wenjun?I'm running around outside every day, looking for natural materials and treasures for Master Batian, but you are fighting and killing outside instead of doing business, what's the use?
"Mr. Bole, you'd better get the hell out of here. We're going to settle accounts with the Mo family. Don't miss our big business. Otherwise, your little arms and feet won't be able to stop us at all." Pang Wenjun deliberately provoked.

Mr. Bole became angry when he heard this, and shouted sharply: "Pang Wenjun, don't think that you are powerful because you are a little strong, and we are not weak. And if you offend me, you will be very miserable later."

After hearing Mr. Bole's words, several innate martial arts masters drew out their swords and pointed at Pang Wenjun.

As long as Mr. Bole gives an order, they will move forward to kill.

Mr. Bole said that Master Batian is a very affectionate person.

As long as everyone desperately finds treasures of heaven and earth for him, not to mention selling them, maybe he will give them a small black knife.

Therefore, now that there is such a good opportunity to perform, these innate martial arts fighters should show themselves well.

What Pang Wenjun was waiting for was Mr. Bole's impulsiveness. He sneered and said, "Come on, Mr. Bole, if you don't dare to do anything now, you are a dog."

Mr. Bole shouted angrily: "Pang Wenjun, I will definitely not let you go."

Although Mr. Bole was very angry, he would not be so stupid to fly over to fight with Pang Wenjun.

He has just advanced to innate martial arts, and he will definitely not be able to beat Pang Wenjun who is innate in martial arts.

"Hahaha, Mr. Mo, look, Mr. Bole actually wants to fight against you. Give your order, and I will kill him now." Pang Wenjun laughed.

"Mr. Mo?!" Mr. Bole's complexion changed drastically, and he turned his head to look behind him carefully.

When Mr. Bole discovered Mo Huasong, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, wishing he could kill himself.

It was too late, but soon, Mr. Bole flew towards Mo Huasong.

And the few innate martial arts masters behind also raised their knives and rushed forward with a murderous look.

Seeing that Mr. Bole had flown over, Mo Huaren happily said to Mr. Mo: "Grandpa, you see, Mr. Bole is really trustworthy, and now he will start attacking Mo Huasong and the others. It seems that we have to cooperate with their attack and directly Kill Mo Huasong and the others."

"Well, Mo Ying, you can do it too." Mr. Mo nodded slightly.

But what surprised Mo Huaren and the others was that after Mr. Bole flew over there, he didn't do anything, but knelt down directly to Mo Huasong. "Master Batian, I was wrong, I didn't know you were here, so kill me."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Bole smacked both sides of his face vigorously.

The sound of "pa pa pa pa" sounded, and Mr. Bole pumped himself so that the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his face was swollen like a washbasin.

Now Mr. Bo Le even has the heart to die, he thought that Master Batian would not come to the capital, so he made a show in the capital to see if he could get more benefits.

Unexpectedly, he hit a brick wall again, threatening Master Batian and the others just now.

It's over, maybe he's going to be over this time.

Without the support of Master Batian, Mr. Bole would at most be the one who appraised the treasures, and others would not give him too much face, not to mention that there are many innate martial arts masters following him.

Besides, Grandmaster Batian is still a master of martial arts, just now I provoked him, and when he got angry, his head was about to fall to the ground.

Seeing Mr. Bole like this, the innate martial arts masters who rushed over stood behind him one after another, awkwardly not knowing what to do.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Mo Huaren looked at the front in surprise, unable to believe his eyes.

How could Mr. Bole kneel to Mo Huasong?Still calling Mo Huasong "Master Batian"?
"Eh, that's not right, Mo Huasong is Master Batian?" Mo Ying's pupils shrank slightly, and a look of horror never before appeared on his face.

Mo Huasong looked at Mr. Bole coldly: "Mr. Bole, are you getting better and better now? You actually wanted to stand up for the Mo family just now?"

"No, no, Master Batian, in order to help you collect more natural and earthly treasures, I came to the capital to have a look these few days." Mr. Bole wept. "The Mo family said that they have a lot of thousand-year-old ginseng and some precious medicinal materials to exchange with me, so I came to have a look."

"You heard it just now. Mo Huaren promised to give me thirty thousand-year-old ginseng, and then let you stop fighting for a while. It seems that he can make some money. If I know you are here, he will give me three thousand thousand-year-old ginseng." Ginseng, if I have 1 more guts, I won’t dare to fight against you.” Seeing that Mo Huasong didn’t seem very angry, Mr. Bole hurriedly dedicated all the good things he had collected during this period to Mo Huasong .

Mo Huasong took the thousand-year-old ginseng and medicinal materials and nodded secretly.

Although Mr. Bole didn't have eyes just now, he helped him find a lot of good things, and the work can be worth it.

"Then get up." Mo Huasong took those things away.

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