The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 642 Everyone Wants to Grab Things

The arrogant auction by Mo Huasong and the others just now has offended many people.

Whether it is Chengfu, Master Zhilai or Fan Lao, they all have opinions on him.

And Master Zhilai also secretly united with many people. As long as everyone stared at Mo Batian coming out, they rushed up to kill him, and then robbed the things, and everyone went to the dark place to share the spoils.

Fan Lao needs materials for alchemy, Master Zhi Lai needs materials for refining tools, and others need dragon blood and phoenix blood, etc. Everyone gets what they need.

These hundreds of people are all helpers they called over.

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

Not to mention Master Zhilai and others, maybe even those people in the auction will be jealous and want to do it.

The apprentice worried: "I'm afraid they won't come out from the main entrance."

"Don't worry, there are our eyeliners everywhere. We have also told some sergeants of the Chengfu Army that they will tell us immediately when they find Mo Batian's whereabouts." Master Zhilai sneered.

As long as there is Mo Batian's whereabouts, they will fly over there.

However, there must be more people at the main entrance.

Because a large number of people are here, when Mo Batian is found elsewhere, these people will fly over.

Unexpectedly, when they were discussing, Feilong's wretched voice came from the door.

"Teacher, that's the man. I recognize him. His name is Fat Dragon." The apprentice pointed to Fat Dragon in front of him and shouted.

"There are four of them now, and that young man should be Mo Batian." Master Zhilai hesitated a little.

Isn't there a Kowloon fish?Why is it gone?

At this time, Mo Huasong, in order to let everyone confirm that he is the auctioneer, also shouted loudly: "This auction is good, and we got a lot of things. Let's go out of the city now, go to other auctions, and continue to auction good things." Ah. We have 1000 billion spirit stones on us, and we haven't spent them yet."

Fat Dragon was sweating secretly, I'll go, I thought I was bragging enough, but I didn't expect Brother Batian to brag even more than me.

But when he called out like this, people heard his voice.

Because at the auction just now, almost all Mo Huasong was bidding.

"It'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 would have left Ancient Tree City."

"Will the city government army interfere?" Someone was worried.

After all, this is an auction, and the Chengfu Army and the auction don't want the people who just auctioned off to be robbed by others.

Master Zhilai said viciously: "What are you afraid of? Didn't you find that the Chengfu army has withdrawn? And the gate of the auction has been closed now, and everything has nothing to do with them. We are going to do it now. Otherwise, that is There's no chance."

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

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

As long as someone kills Mo Huasong, he can grab something and fly away quickly.

Judging from the current situation, Mo Huasong seems to be the strength of the foundation period.

That fat dragon is only at the middle stage of Golden Core, so what about the strength of the two men behind him at the late stage of Golden Core.

There are only four people on the other side, and there are so many people on their side, everyone can kill each other by spitting at will.

Someone in the front rushed up, and the people behind were afraid that others would take the lead, so they rushed forward as soon as possible.

Immediately, dozens of people rushed over, and those who did not make a move behind had already taken out the magic weapon of communication and were contacting people in other places.

Master Zhilai's people didn't move, his people got a little anxious. "Master Zhilai, if someone else robs us, we will suffer."

Master Zhilai sneered and said: "No, Mo Batian is not so easy to kill, let's wait."

Having said that, Master Zhilai looked up at Old Fan who was on the opposite street.

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

But it's hard to say, that's more than a billion, and there are dragon blood and phoenix blood among them, who wouldn't want to have it.

Even Master Zhilai wanted to eat the dragon's blood to improve his strength.

In the future, he may live to be more than 10 years.

As long as his strength advances to the Nascent Soul Stage, he will be able to enter the Blue Meteor System and become a Master of Artifact Refining.

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

"Wei Dong, Mu En, you are in charge of killing people, Fat Dragon, you are in charge of collecting their storage bags." Mo Huasong looked at the cultivators rushing over, unmoved, but arranged the work in a low voice.

"Okay, I'm good at this." Fat Dragon exclaimed excitedly.

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

Mo Huasong looked at those who rushed over, his eyes were also bright.

Come on, these are all money, I wonder how much money they have on them?

Suddenly, Fei Long exclaimed in surprise: "No, some people have little white swords in their hands."

"This is normal. I've sold so many weapons, there must be a few of them with little white swords in their hands." Mo Huasong disagreed.

Kill it, and soon he will have money.

Damn, he still owes more than 4 million spirit stones. This is the first time he has been so poor in the cultivation world.

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

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

In order to allow Su Weidong to play a better role in killing, Mo Huasong refined a spiritual weapon sword for Su Weidong.

Wherever this big knife goes, some people can't stand it anymore.

Even if someone holds a small white sword, but the same spiritual weapon, how can a small weapon be as good as a big weapon?

Mu En also directly attacked from a distance, preventing the opponent from approaching.

With a loud roar, Blast Gong charged towards the front, and several cultivators in front were killed by him.

Mo Huasong also flashed, and the little white sword in his hand was shot.

Mo Huasong didn't try his best. He wanted to pretend that he had beaten the opponent just now, so that he could steal more money.

If those people are scared away, where will he go to grab the money?

Therefore, when Mo Huasong killed a cultivator with a sword, he snatched the storage bag from the opponent.

Under his divine consciousness, he can see at a glance how many things are on the other party.

Su Weidong and Mu En are different, they only care about killing, not picking up storage bags.

Feilong is indeed very professional in grabbing things.

He was short in stature, and he was like a mouse searching for things on the body of the dead.

Mo Huasong had told him that no matter whether it was a storage bag or a broken weapon, they had to be taken away, and nothing could be left behind.

Therefore, Feilong's workload is quite heavy.But he was better than a professional, and quickly took the things away.

(End of this chapter)