Urban Banished Immortal Chapter 535 The Dragon Painter Agreed _1

Chapter 535: Chapter 535 The Dragon Painter Agreed _1 Chapter 535: Chapter 535 The Dragon Painter Agreed _1 “Mr. Mo, rest assured, no one would dare deceive you on Earth,” Pang Wenjun flattered Mo Huasong.

Once Mo Huasong got the phone number of the Dragon Painter, he hung up the call.

Liu Lanxi seemed a little afraid to be alone with Mo Huasong. After dinner, she ran into the studio to practice her talisman.

Being the All-round Heavenly Immortal, Mo Huasong is quite acplished in talisman. He wanted to offer a few pointers to Liu Lanxi.

After all, Liu Lanxi now is much less capable than she used to be. If she has his guidance now, she could definitely save a lot of detours.

However, as soon as Mo Huasong stepped into the studio’s doorstep, Liu Lanxi immediately got nervous and said: “Can you not e in when I’m painting? I don’t want to be disturbed by someone.”

Mo Huasong stopped. What Liu Lanxi said made sense.

She has her own talisman skills, surely she doesn’t want others to scrutinize them.

Besides, Liu Lanxi’s talisman techniques are very patible with her finishing touch techniques. It would be even better if both skills are bined before helping her improve.

Given that, Mo Huasong didn’t want to disturb her. “Sorry.” After speaking, Mo Huasong retreated outside.

Since Liu Lanxi is practicing her talisman, he will go and find the Dragon Painter now.

So, Mo Huasong walked out with his cellphone and started making a call.

“Hello, are you the one who wanted to see me?” After getting through, Mo Huasong wasted no time and spoke directly to the Dragon Painter.

“Are you, are you Master Batian?” The Dragon Painter saw an unknown number on his phone and asked cautiously.

Mo Huasong nodded, “I am. I’m ing over to meet you now. The hundred Little Black Knives you asked for, I will give them to you.”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for you at home,” the Dragon Painter asked, “It’s late now, should I inform the school’s security guards?”

“No need, I won’t attract their attention. Just send me your location.” Mo Huasong said.

The Dragon Painter agreed. After all, who was Master Batian? Could those security guards even notice his presence?

Shortly, the Dragon Painter provided his dormitory’s location, then Mo Huasong hung up.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Huasong disappeared from the corner of the building, and arrived in the Academy of Art faculty dorm area.

With no words wasted, Mo Huasong started walking.

Under the streetlight ahead, an old man was standing, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Master Batian was ing to his place, and it was a tremendous honor. Of course, he had to greet him outside.

Fortunately, it was night. If others saw the always high-nosed Dragon Painter greeting someone outside, they would certainly be surprised.

Mo Huasong walked to Dragon Painter’s front and looked up at him.

The Dragon Painter was actually a martial artist, and even practiced Grandmaster Martial Arts.

But he keeps his strength hidden, most people can’t see through it.

No wonder he’s so arrogant, even Pang Wenjun doesn’t get any respect from him. He has real strength to back it up.

When the Dragon Painter saw Mo Huasong e over, he furrowed his brows a bit.

He was waiting for Master Batian, why would this student interfere with them?

Isn’t it lights out now? The student should be in the dormitory resting.

“Student, it’s lights out now, you should go back and sleep,” the Dragon Painter said to Mo Huasong.

“I just called you,” Mo Huasong saw the Dragon Painter treating him as a normal student and couldn’t help but chuckle secretly.

“Ah, you are Mas—” the Dragon Painter cried in surprise.

Mo Huasong nodded, “Let’s go inside and talk.”

The Dragon Painter was shocked by Mo Huasong’s youth. If it weren’t for Mo Huasong mentioning the call earlier, he wouldn’t have believed that the man standing before him was Master Batian.

The Dragon Painter hurriedly invited Mo Huasong inside where a man in his forties was already sitting in the living room. Seeing Mo Huasong enter, he quickly stood up, his eyes flaming with anticipation.

“Dad, who is he?” the middle-aged man quickly asked the Dragon Painter.

Before the Dragon Painter could answer, Mo Huasong said, “I’m Mo Batian. You are the Dragon Painter’s son, Long Yingjun, the sect leader of Huangshan Sect, right?”

Pang Wenjun had already gathered this information.

Pang Wenjun had e here earlier and discussed with them.

It just so happened that Long Yingjun was also in Zhanshai City, and he wanted to meet Mo Huasong.

Now, hearing what Pang Wenjun said, they decided on this request.

All the secrets are false, only tangible benefits are real.

“Ah, you are Master Batian?!” Long Yingjun could barely believe his own eyes.

Mo Huasong was too young, so young that he doubted the authenticity of the man standing before him.

But Mo Huasong was able to call out his name and sect, so there probably wasn’t any falsehood.

Legend had it that Mo Huasong was quite young, but he didn’t expect him to be this young.

Mo Huasong asked, “I merely request that the Dragon Painter teach Liu Lanxi the finishing touch technique. State your terms.”

“Master Batian, my father and I had a discussion. He agrees to teach Liu Lanxi the technique in exchange for a hundred Little Black Knives,” Long Yingjun quickly said.

That was a hundred Little Black Knives, enough to increase the strength of their Huangshan Sect tenfold.

Even Pang Wenjun was jealous when he heard Mo Huasong agree to the request.

Those were Little Black Knives, the sharpness of which was similar to the magic artifacts in the Cultivation Realm.

Not to mention super sects, even level three sects in the Cultivation Realm might not be able to produce this many magic artifacts.

“Okay.” Mo Huasong nodded, took out a hundred Little Black Knives directly from his Space Ring and said, “You can count them.”

“Would we ever doubt Master Batian?” Looking at so many Little Black Knives, Long Yingjun grinned from ear to ear. “Father, we owe you this time.”

The Dragon Painter nodded. As a parent, no matter how noble he is, he still wants his son to get stronger.

Now that they have the backing of Master Batian and countless peerless artifacts for the Huangshan Sect, they could strut around in the world.

Of course, they shouldn’t mess with Mo Huasong. They are not so afraid of others.

Mo Huasong is the one person who isn’t afraid of nuclear weapons, the absolute number one powerhouse on Earth.

The Dragon Painter nodded, then said to Mo Huasong, “Master Batian, I’m sorry. I didn’t know Liu Lanxi was your person. Otherwise, I would’ve taught her the technique right away.”

They got to make Master Batian owe them a favor, which was an enormous advantage.

All the talk about secretive families was nonsense.

Dragon Painter knew some people in the Cultivation Realm. But people from there said that Master Batian was a person whom the sects in the Cultivation Realm wanted to associate with, let alone their Huangshan Sect.

Moreover, the most incredible thing about Master Batian is the Little White Sword, but that item is too rare and not something their Huangshan Sect could afford.

Even ordinary Cultivation Sects couldn’t afford it.

This time they got to know Master Batian, which was a good connection, and there might be chances to cooperate in the future.