Chapter 84 Earth Fire


    The weapons refining disciples started fighting with the Qian family''s disciples, and the scene was a little chaotic for a while.


    In Tongxian City, generally speaking, in the middle stage of Qi refining, you can learn the Taoist methods used for attack at the mid-stage of qi refining.


    The Taoist methods used by monks to attack are divided into two categories: one is the martial arts and Taoist methods learned by physical practice, and the other is the magical Taoist methods learned by spiritual practice.


    Body cultivation focuses on body refining, using powerful physical bodies to transmit spiritual power and close-body attacks; spiritual cultivation specializes in spells, using spiritual consciousness to control spiritual power to condense spells, and cast spells at a distance.


    There are also monks who practice both spiritual bodies, but such monks need two unique conditions:


    First, you must have good talent, including the top-grade spiritual roots and excellent body refining qualifications; second, you must have a good family background and have a profound inheritance of Taoism, which can regulate the conflict between physical cultivation and spiritual cultivation. At the same time, it is best to have several spiritual ores at home, and there are countless spirit stones to bloom...


    Most monks in the spiritual body practice and the cultivation world have no chance. Some big families cannot even have a seedling of spiritual body practice, let alone the remote Tongxian City.


    Whether it is a casual cultivator or a cultivator from a small family, they can only choose one to practice. Either focus on body refining and becoming physical cultivation, or focus on magic and becoming spiritual cultivation.


    The advantages of physical cultivation in Qi Refining are far greater than spiritual cultivation. As long as you are not born with particularly poor physical fitness - such as Mo Hua, you will choose the method of physical cultivation and become a physical cultivation.


    So the battle situation at this time is basically a melee of physical cultivation.


    There are a few disciples of the Qian family who are spiritual practitioners, but before the spell was released, they were rushed to the front and knocked down with one punch.


    The melee between physical cultivation is basically a fight between fists and feet, fists to flesh, supplemented by spiritual power of different attributes. There are colorful lights entangled between each punch and a palm, which looks quite handsome.


    This is the first time Mo Hua has seen such a large-scale battle of monks, and she was stunned for a moment. After a long time, I remembered what I should do?


    What to do?


    Mo Hua thought about it and felt that there was only one thing he could do - run!


    In a group of people practicing chaotic battles, it would be great if he could escape with his small arms and calves. Not causing burden to everyone is the greatest contribution!


    Mo Hua was about to leave, but after walking a few steps, he found that his shoulder was being grabbed. Mo Hua struggled, but he didn''t break free. Instead, he had a pair of cold hands that grabbed his neck.


    Mo Hua turned his head and saw Qian Xingzheng looking at him coldly.


    It seems that he is his father-killing enemy.


    "Stop!" Qian Xing shouted in a sinister voice.


    Everyone stopped and distributed it to both sides. The disciples of the Qian family covered their arms and wiped blood, and stood behind Qian Xing in a mess, while Dazhu and the others stood in front of Qian Xing and confronted them.


    Mo Hua felt a chill when she saw this scene: "It''s over, what I don''t want to see the most has happened!"


    Originally, Dazhu and the others had the upper hand, but now they were caught and everyone was afraid of the situation, so the situation was not good.


    Dazhu looked at Qian Xing and said expressionlessly: "Let the person go! Otherwise you will die!"


    "If you can''t beat it, you''ll play tricks, coward!"


    "If you have the ability, you will fight..."


    The group of weapon refining disciples also said angrily.


    Qian Xing sneered, "I only know how to fight and kill, and I deserve to be humble for the rest of my life. I have already called someone. I will not be able to escape from the guards of the family."


    "What do you want?" Dazhu shouted.


    "How is it?" Qian Xing smiled and tightened his hand that pinched Mo Hua''s neck. "Don''t worry, I won''t kill him now. Kill him to dirty my hands. Although I am not afraid of Daotingsi, I also feel troublesome. As long as I take him up the mountain, hang it on a tree, attract a few monsters, eat his flesh bite by bit, and let him die in pain, I can relieve my hatred. Even if Daotingsi wants to investigate, people are eaten by monsters, they will not be able to pursue my head." Dazhu was so angry that his eyes were red: "Battle, you dare!"


    "How dare you scold me for being a bastard? What are you?" Qian Xing laughed in anger, "Okay, then you knelt in front of me, slap yourself and then end it yourself, and I won''t kill him. How about it? Don''t you like to stand up? I''ll give you this opportunity."


    Qian Xing pinched Mo Hua''s neck and threatened, "Kneel, if you don''t kneel, I''ll kill him now!"


    Dazhu and others were at a loss, feeling both angry and humiliated.


    Mo Hua''s eyes flashed with a hint of hoarseness, "Qian Xing... don''t be too arrogant!"


    "I''m going to be more flawed? I''ve given you a good face and told you in a good voice, "You don''t agree, if you make such a flaw, will you blame me for being more flawed?" Qian Xing said, "I lost such a big person today. Is it reasonable to save my attitude with a few lives?"


    The tender voice of ink painting is filled with cold air:


    "Then you are seeking death by yourself!"


    Qian Xing laughed rather than angry and said, "You are a kid who is a fourth level of Qi refining, who doesn''t learn martial arts and can''t learn magic. What can you do to me? You said I''m looking for death, okay, I want to see what you asked me to do today..."


    Before he finished speaking, Qian Xing saw a stream of bright red ink pouring on his face. In a hurry, he could only raise his right hand to block it, but he still couldn''t block it. Several inks poured on his eyes, and penetrated into his eyes along the cracks of his eyes, and his eyes instantly felt a burning pain.


    It is the fire-type spiritual ink used to draw formations!


    Qian Xing was furious and endured the pain in his right eye. He tried hard with his left hand and wanted to strangle Mo Hua to death. But I was suffering from pain just now, and my left hand relaxed for a moment, and Mo Hua took the opportunity to break free.


    Qian Xing continued to reach out to grab it. Mo Hua knew that he couldn''t escape, so he jumped back and kicked Qian Xing.


    But when Qian Xing kicked Qian Xing, he didn''t move at all, and he didn''t even feel any pain. On the contrary, the ink painting was so shocked by the reaction force that it flew backwards.


    Mo Hua took advantage of the force to retreat, finally fell to the ground, took advantage of the situation and rolled a few times, then lay on the ground, covering his head with both hands.


    Seeing his appearance, Qian Xing couldn''t help laughing, "Do you know who is the waste now?"


    He continued to move forward, trying to catch the ink painting before the big pillar.


    But as soon as he took a step forward, Qian Xing suddenly found a burning feeling on his chest. He looked down and saw that someone had stuffed a piece of paper in his arms. There were seven array patterns on the paper. The array patterns were painted in bright red ink, and the red of the ink became more and more dazzling, even shiny.


    Is this...formula?


    Before Qian Xing could figure it out, he heard a deafening roar.


    The formation exploded.


    In front of Qian Xing, a strong wave of spiritual power surged without warning, with a burning sensation and heart-wrenching pain that directly submerged him.


    His Taoist robe was burned to ashes, and the spiritual weapon heart protection mirror on his chest also cracked. The scorching air surged above him, burning beyond recognition, and his whole body was pushed away by the aftermath of the explosion, smashing several stalls before stopping.


    The streets became quiet in an instant.


    Several disciples of the Qian family were affected and lay on the ground wailed.


    Dazhu and other monks looked at the ink painting, who was lying on the ground with his head in his arms, looking a little embarrassed, and Qian Xing, who was charred and inhumane on the other side, couldn''t speak for a moment.


    The sound of the explosion and the fluctuations of spiritual power also alarmed the nearby monks, and more and more monks rushed here.


    (This chapter ends)