Asking about longevity

Sun Ze laughed frivolously, "Boy, your tone is quite strong. Ye Yan) advises you, it's best not to meddle in other people's business."

Mo Hua looked calmly and said:

"If I draw formations for these casual cultivators, will it interfere with your Sun family's affairs?"

Sun Ze sneered, raised his head and said loudly:

"This Qiandeng Town is the territory of my Sun family. Without the permission of my Sun family, no one is allowed to draw formations for these casual cultivators!"

These words seemed to be spoken to Mo Hua, and also to the spiritual farmers in Qianjia Town around him.

Sun Ze glanced at Mo Hua coldly again:

"Our Sun family is kind enough to entertain you, but you don't appreciate it. Instead, you kick your nose in the face."

"You can just draw a formation for these people. Our Sun family will turn a blind eye and pretend they can't see them."

"I didn't expect you to go too far and meddle in other people's business."

"One formation, ten spirit stones. If you draw so many formations for them, our Sun family will be short of hundreds of spirit stones. How should we calculate this account?"

Mo Hua glanced at the formation pattern on the field ridge, "It costs less than one spiritual stone to build a formation, but your Sun family actually received ten?"

"What do you know? This is the formation master!" Sun Ze said arrogantly.

"What is the status of an array master? These people are simply beyond their reach!"

"Our Sun family is willing to help these spiritual farmers draw formations. This is their honor. They only accept ten spiritual stones, so they should be more grateful! What else is there to be dissatisfied with?"

Mo Hua glanced at Sun Ze faintly, with a vaguely condescending air:

"You guys are worthy of being called formation masters?"

Sun Ze was slightly startled, then his face turned gloomy and his eyes became sinister.

Mo Hua's words touched his sore spot.

He can only draw four formation patterns. Strictly speaking, he is indeed not even an formation master.

Although he was too lazy to learn and draw formations, and his ability in drawing formations was poor, he did not allow it, and others laughed at him for not being a formation master.

Especially the person who laughed at him was still a teenage monk.

Sun Ze's expression changed. After a moment, he made up his mind and smiled sinisterly:

"Boy, you are quite talented. But you are young and have little experience. You don't know that this world of cultivation is dangerous and people's hearts are unpredictable."

"Today I show my kindness and teach you how to be sensible and how to do things!"

Sun Ze's eyes were cold and he winked at the monks around him.

Several tall monks from the Sun family walked over to Mo Hua.

Halfway through, he was stopped by a big man.

The big man said: "Sun Ze, if you have anything to do with us, don't make it difficult for me, young gentleman."

After speaking, the big man secretly winked at Mo Hua, wanting Mo Hua to leave first.

But the ink painting turned a deaf ear.

Sun Ze said disdainfully: "Ding Dachuan, please stop meddling in other people's business."

Ding Dachuan also said: "Sun Ze, don't think we are easy to bully."

Other spiritual farmers also gathered around, trying to stop the Sun family monks.

Sun Ze raised his eyebrows, "Want to rebel?"

"You Sun family, don't bully others too much!"

"That's right, just bully us. The young gentleman is kind enough to help us draw the formation, but your Sun family won't let you."

"You will be punished for doing this."

…

The spiritual farmers were talking a lot.

Sun Ze clicked his tongue and cursed:

"A bunch of cheap bones, they will be dishonest if they don't fight!"

Several tall monks from the Sun family took action directly.

The spiritual farmers only do farming, are not good at Taoism, and most of them are old, so they are naturally no match for the Sun family monks.

Only Ding Dachuan could hold on for a while, but he was soon beaten to the ground.

Ding Dachuan felt bitter in his heart and could only shout urgently:

"Little sir, go quickly!"

It was a huge favor that Mo Hua could draw formations for them. Naturally, they didn't want to involve Mo Hua anymore because of their conflicts with the Sun family.

But Mo Hua stood there with a calm expression, just looking at Sun Ze thoughtfully.

Several Sun family monks broke through the crowd and walked towards Mo Hua. There is only more than ten feet away from the ink painting.

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly focused, and he was about to raise his hand, but was suddenly startled.

He found that Miao'er, who was originally following him, was also in front of him, opening his small arms as if to protect himself.

I don't know if it was because Mo Hua helped his grandfather draw the formation, or because he let him eat chicken, or because he gave him pastries.

Although Ding Miaoer's calves were shaking with fear, she still stood in front of Mo Hua with a tight face.

"What a good boy..."

Mo Hua smiled slightly and said silently in his heart.

A big man from the Sun family who rushed at the front smiled contemptuously when he saw Ding Miao'er shivering but still trying to show off his strength, and stretched out his big hand to grab Ding Miao'er.

But in a blink of an eye, it was empty.

Mo Hua had already taken Miao'er and took a few steps back.

The big man from the Sun family was startled.

Mo Hua put Miao'er on the ground, touched his head, and then looked at the arrogant Sun family monks, his tone was gentle, but his eyes were cold and he said:

"I haven't done anything for a long time. My techniques are a bit unfamiliar and I can't grasp the importance. Please bear with me."

Sun Ze chuckled and said:

"You little brat, what stupid things can you say when you are about to die?"

The big man from the Sun family also smiled ferociously, stepped on the ground, and used his strength to rush towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's eyes were calm and he gently raised his hand.

In an instant, the crimson fireball condensed, even making a slightly anxious sound.

Mo Hua's consciousness moved slightly, and the fireball flew out with great speed, drawing a dim flame in the air and suddenly hitting the big man's chest.

Waves of fire exploded, mincing the big man's clothes and scorching his flesh and blood.

The big man's momentum came to an abrupt halt.

It was as if he had been hit by a huge spiritual force while traveling, and his chest was stuffy and suffocating.

In the overflowing firelight, the big man rolled his eyes, and slowly fell down like a deflated rubber ball.

There was sudden silence all around.

Sun Ze couldn't help but feel shocked.

What the fuck is this? Fireball? !

Cold sweat broke out on the backs of several Sun family monks. They all looked back at Su Ze and asked him what to do.

Sun Ze was quick to think and quickly said:

"Fireball! He is spiritual!"

"Come forward together and restrain him at close range. Don't give him a chance to cast spells!"

The monks from the Sun family nodded and obeyed the order, divided into five or six directions, from the front and the back, and all attacked Mo Hua.

Mo Hua still stood calmly, raised his hand slightly, and fired a fireball.

The crimson fireball never misses a beat.

Every fireball will definitely hit a Sun family monk, and it will also be seriously injured.

The foundation-building spiritual consciousness, the compressed and condensed fireball technique, even if it is only a first-level Qi refining, cannot be underestimated.

Fireballs roared and flames exploded.

One by one, the Sun family monks fell down.

In the end, only two monks successfully rushed to the ink painting.

The two people were overjoyed, but before they could take action, they felt their eyes flash and the ink painting disappeared.

When he looked again, the ink painting was already five or six feet away from them.

What's this?

Shenfa?

Their eyes were dull.

But they didn't dare to move forward.

This distance of five to six feet is enough for Mo Hua to cast five or six fireballs.

It was enough to knock them down five or six times.

But they didn't dare to escape, otherwise their backs would be exposed to Mo Hua.

For a moment, these two people were a little confused.

Mo Hua was not polite to them. He raised his hand and fired two fireballs, knocking them down.

Later, Mo Hua felt that it was not safe, so another person made up for it.

In the spiritual field, in an instant, only Sun Ze was left alone.

Sun Ze stood alone in the spiritual field, surrounded by monks from the Sun family.

A sense of absurd fear came over me.

what happened?

But a little monk at the seventh level of Qi Refining killed all the monks from the Sun family?

What exactly is this fireball technique?

Fast, accurate, and so powerful?

Is this really a spell that humans can use?

Sun Ze found it ridiculous.

Suddenly, Sun Ze came back to his senses and found that Mo Hua was looking at him, his eyes crystal clear, with an indescribable meaning.

He used to think this look was childish, but now, he felt very scared.

Sun Ze turned around and ran, but after running a few steps, he turned around again and pounced on Ding Miaoer, who saw the fireball technique and opened his mouth in shock.

He figured out that he couldn't escape by running.

At this time, it’s better to give it a try.

This kid seems to have some friendship with Mo Hua. I can capture him as a hostage, which can not only threaten him, but also facilitate my escape.

But every move he made was clearly identifiable in Mo Hua's consciousness.

Not even his eyes or intentions could escape Mo Hua's perception.

Before he could rush to Miao'er, Mo Hua grasped her from a distance with his empty hand.

Light blue water spiritual power appeared out of thin air and condensed instantly to form chains, tightly binding Sun Ze.

Sun Ze was like a fish thrown into a net, struggling desperately.

When he finally broke free from the Water Prison Technique, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a fireball flying towards him in an instant.

Sun Ze only had time to cross his arms and cover his face, and then he heard a bang and became dizzy. Then Sun Ze fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

Before fainting, he thought vaguely:

"This is what it feels like to be hit by a fireball..."

"It fucking hurts..."

…

When Sun Ze opened his eyes again, he saw a fair and delicate face, but it made him feel frightened.

Mo Hua stood in front of his head, holding a thousand-gun stick in his hand, and said in a clear voice:

"I heard that you want to teach me how to do things?"

Thank you forqiaoqiao and PYHuang for the reward~