Chapter 83 Big Pillar


    The disciple of the Qian family recognized Dazhu and cursed: "Chen Dazhu, swing your hammer well and don''t meddle in other people''s business!"


    Dazhu sneered, "It''s all your business!"


    Mo Hua had extraordinary spiritual consciousness. When the Qian family''s disciple punched him, he found that Dazhu was already standing behind him, so he didn''t hide.


    Of course, it is also because he can''t hide even if he wants to.


    The fist of the sixth level of Qi cultivation was quite fast. The powerful spiritual consciousness gave Mo Hua enough reaction time, but his weak constitution was not enough to support him in response.


    Fortunately, Dazhu took the punch for him.


    The Dazhu in Mo Hua''s impression is still the weapon-refining apprentice who always smiles foolishly, treats people generously, and likes to eat noodles at his home. At this time, Dazhu''s expression was cold and ruthless.


    "Chen Dazhu, get out of here!" Qian family disciple threatened.


    Not only did Dazhu not allow him, he also lifted Mo Hua up and placed him behind him, blocking Mo Hua''s face, his face full of indifferentness: "I won''t let him!"


    Dazhu is ten years older than Ink Painting and is much taller than Ink Painting. He stood in front of Ink Painting and covered the Ink Painting tightly. The Qian family members could not even see the figures of Ink Painting.


    Seeing that Chen Dazhu was so tough that he refused to eat, the Qian family advised, "Chen Dazhu, this kid is not close to you, is it because he is not a good friend? Is it possible to show off this?"


    "I''m happy, it''s all your business!"


    Dazhu was not good at speaking and wanted to curse a few more words, but he couldn''t think of the words. He felt that his momentum was a little weaker, so he secretly turned his head and looked at the ink painting.


    Mo Hua understood, so he stuck his head out and said, "So what if you are not a relative or a friend? You are in love with Qian Xing, so he will still treat you as a dog!"


    When Dazhu heard this, he nodded and agreed: "Yes! Treat you as a dog!"


    A group of Qian family disciples'' faces were flushed, but they could not refute them.


    What kind of attitude Qian Xing is towards them? He said he is treating them as a dog, which is considered as a compliment.


    Seeing that the situation was wrong, Qian Xing said coldly: "Do you want to go against the Qian family?"


    So what if Dazhu is about to say it’s right? He found that Mo Hua pulled his sleeve, and he knew that Mo Hua wouldn''t let him say it, so he shut up.


    Mo Hua poked his head out again and said, "Qian Xing, if your father knew that you bullied others with his power and made the reputation of the Qian family bad, would he regret giving birth to you? Could it be that where did your father bring you back? In fact, your father is not your father, and your mother is not your mother?"


    Qian Xing heard it, he was scolding him for being a bastard, not even a **** from the Qian family.


    Qian Xing has always been pampered and felt that he had suffered more humiliation in his life than he did today. He waved behind him and said viciously:


    "Beat to death! Skin! Pull the muscles! I will make people say hello to Daotingsi, don''t worry!"


    Seeing Qian Xing red eyes, Mo Hua quietly said to Dazhu: "Brother Dazhu, they have a lot of people, let''s take the opportunity to run away."


    Dazhu had no fear on his face, "It''s okay, we have a lot of people."


    As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a commotion behind him. A group of teenagers came over with sticks and hammers, standing behind Dazhu.


    "Brother Zhuzi, we brought all the guys!" a boy shouted loudly.


    Mo Hua looked at it and found that most of them were disciples who followed Master Chen to refine weapons. Of course, the weapons they were all hammers, and some sticks, and some were even emitting red light, as if they were spiritual weapons embryos that had just been drawn from the refining furnace.


    Everyone stood behind the pillar and invisibly surrounded the ink painting in the middle.


    Several disciples of the Qian family were a little timid. They were at most seventh level of Qi refining, and most of them were at the sixth level of Qi refining. Although their cultivation level was higher than the opponent, they were used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong. They were not sure if they really started to take action.


    The people on the other side are all learning to refine weapons. They don’t want to experience the feeling of being tall and big as an iron hammer, with fists as big as a casserole. What''s more, these monks at the bottom dare to fight to the death, and they dare not.


    "Young Master, the situation is wrong. Otherwise, we will withdraw first and cause trouble for him next time." Someone whispered to Qian Xing.


    "What did you say?"


    Qian Xing''s eyes were red and he stared at him.


    The Qian family disciple trembled and said, "We... are also worried about the safety of the young master. If you start, what mistakes do you have? We cannot explain to the head of the family..."


    "I support you, not my father. What you should think about is how to explain to me." Qian Xing patted the Qian disciple in the face, "Let that little devil die is the best explanation! Otherwise, you can think about how to explain to me."


    Several disciples of the Qian family were sweating coldly.


    Qian Xing continued, "Don''t worry, I''ve called someone. You can delay for a while, and after the matter is completed, each person will have one hundred spirit stones. If anyone of you kills that boy Mo Hua, I will tell my father to give him a place directly from the Qian family."


    How many people looked at each other, could they take out all the direct quotas?


    Whether it is true or false, it is worth a try.


    A Qian family disciple gritted his teeth and said, "I would like to share my worries for the young master!"


    He turned around and shouted to Dazhu, "Dazhu, I have something to say to you." Then he walked towards Dazhu. When he walked to the front of the big pillar, he suddenly pulled out a knife and slashed at the big pillar with green spiritual power and yin energy wrapped around the knife.


    Dazhu raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly, his blood and energy surged, and the sledgehammer in his hand greeted him.


    The Qian family disciple''s knife suddenly turned, avoiding the hammer, and chopped towards the ink painting behind the Dazhu.


    This is what he had planned. He would not die if he ate Dazhu''s hammer, and at most he would be seriously injured. Mo Hua would definitely die if he ate this knife! If you can exchange a little injury for a family direct quota, it will definitely be profitable!


    Although the incident started suddenly, Mo Hua had already known that he was going to cut the knife, and the spiritual trajectory of the knife in his spiritual consciousness was clearly visible. However, after this attack and turned, he had no time to speak, and with his ability to refine his body, he could not dodge.


    When he was about to be hit by the knife, a weapon refining disciple pulled his collar backwards, and the tip of the knife fell from him suddenly. Mo Hua could even feel the slight pain of spiritual pressure from the pressure of spiritual power.


    Dazhu saw him use his knife, and he saw him cut at the ink painting, but the hammer was too heavy, so he had no time to change his moves, so he could only be anxious. Fortunately, the ink painting was in danger and avoided it.


    Dazhu was glad and then furious, no longer holding back, and the hammer that was pouring into his hand was smashed down hard.


    The Qian family disciple was hit on the back and fell heavily to the ground. A mouthful of blood surged into his throat and his ears creaked. It was the sound of his own bones breaking.


    He thought he would be injured, but he didn''t expect that the injuries he suffered were so severe. When he was confused, he felt that he was kicked away and then fell heavily, and then he was confused.


    "Bitch, you''re playing with me!"


    "The mice in the stinky ditch are not as dirty as him!"


    "Beat them!"


    The young men of weapon refining were filled with indignation, raised their sticks, swung their hammers, and rushed towards the Qian family disciples. The Qian family disciples could only bite the bullet and respond.


    On the empty streets, monks on both sides started fighting.


    (This chapter ends)