Chapter 118 Whetstone

He rubbed his aching head, and there was still a hint of confusion in his eyes.

He remembered that he received an order from Su Hu and brought people to arrest Jun Mohuang.

Just when he thought he was going to succeed, he suddenly fainted in the dark.

Su Dalong quickly realized that the spiritual energy in his body was locked, and he couldn't use it at all.

"I... I've become a waste!"

Soon, the rest of the people also noticed the strangeness of the body.

"Demon girl, what are you doing to us!"

Su Dalong was horrified. He had been a guard in the Su family for more than 20 years, and he was well-informed.

But I have never heard of a technique that can lock a ninth-order master's whole body aura.

If a cultivator cannot use the spiritual energy of his entire body, he is no different from an ordinary person.

In front of the enemy, that is the rhythm of being slaughtered.

"What demon girl, talk nonsense, be respectful."

Chichi was not happy anymore, she stretched out her palm and patted Su Dalong's head.

How can a beautiful, intelligent and noble hostess be slandered as a witch.

Chi Chi's slap was so powerful that it directly slapped Su Dalong until a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

"It doesn't matter what I did to you, the important thing is that you will be my whetstone in the future until you have no use value."

Jun Mohuang looked at the eleven people in front of him with satisfaction, his eyes seemed to be looking at eleven mules that could pull grinding.

She originally planned to challenge her own limits and try to kill them all.

However, after seeing the power of the eighth-ninth-order powerhouse, she changed her mind.

Her current strength has reached the seventh rank of the absorbing spirit realm. Because the spiritual liquid in the sea of ​​​​qi is extremely pure, her strength is comparable to that of the eighth-rank powerhouse.

In this way, it is difficult for her to meet an opponent in normal times.

It is really difficult for Jun Mohuang to find a stronger opponent than her.

No matter how sharp a sword is, if it is not used regularly, it will become blunt.

It would be a complete waste of money to kill everyone at once.

So it is better to deduct these eleven people and use them as her whetstones.

Su Dalong's heart trembled, and it was useless. Of course, their fate was not to return to the Su family smoothly, but to meet the King of Hell.

But he really couldn't figure out what his worth was and what the whetstone meant.

"Miss, there was a lot of noise here just now, what happened?"

"Seventh sister, what the hell is going on?"

Bai Mo pushed Jun Jianlin and walked over.

Seeing the people lying on the ground in front of them, both of them couldn't help but look at Jun Mohuang worriedly.

Jun Jianlin's yard is far from here, but the noise just now was too loud.

They all knew that with Chichi and Zizi there, Jun Mohuang would not be in any danger, so they couldn't help but worry.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it. There was a thief in the house just now, and it has been successfully resolved."

Jun Mohuang comforted the two of them, took out a light dagger from the Huangyu space, and handed it to Bai Mo.

"Bai Mo, attack him."

This he, of course, refers to Su Dalong.

The first knife she chose to sharpen was the loyal Bai Mo who had followed her since she was a child.

"what……"

Bai Mo was a little dumbfounded. She had a first-order strength, but she had never had any battle experience.

The middle-aged man in front of him was tall and muscular, making him an expert at first glance.

"Bai Mo, do you believe me?"

Jun Mohuang looked at her seriously, his eyes full of encouragement.

"Well, I trust Miss!"

Bai Mo clenched the dagger in his hand, and his originally fearful gaze became extraordinarily firm.