Chapter 85 Confrontation


    "Is this...spell?" a weapon refining apprentice asked stutteringly.


    Dazhu shook his head. He didn''t know what happened.


    He saw Mo Hua poured spiritual ink at Qian Xing. Qian Xing took pain to grab the ink painting. Mo Hua turned around and kicked Qian Xing, but he was shocked, and then Qian Xing exploded...


    “By the way, ink painting!”


    The explosion just now is so loud, and I don’t know if Mo Hua is injured. Ink painting is not a physical practice, if it is blown up, it will be dangerous.


    Dazhu and the others hurriedly ran towards Mo Hua. Halfway through, they found that Mo Hua had already stood up by himself and patted his butt. When they saw Dazhu and the others, they looked worried and asked:


    "Brother Dazhu, are you okay..."


    Everyone: “…”


    "Mo Hua, are you okay?" Dazhu asked.


    "Well, it''s okay, I just scratched my skin, and my neck hurts a little." Mo Hua touched her neck, and there were still some bruises in the place where Qian Xing had just pinched her.


    Where is Qian Xing?


    Mo Hua searched for a long time before he found Qian Xing, who was charred and covered with blood, was ignorant of life and death.


    The power of the Earth Fire Array is stronger than that of the ink painting. When I was blowing up trees, the effect of blowing people was very obvious.


    "Mo Hua, what''s going on..." Dazhu asked in a low voice.


    Before Mo Hua could answer, a middle-aged monk arrived. In the blink of an eye, he arrived beside Qian Xing and frowned. After trying Qian Xing''s breath, he breathed a little relieved.


    The middle-aged monk took out a few pills and stuffed them into Qian Xing''s mouth. Then he looked around like an eagle, and said in a cold voice: "Who did it?"


    Spiritual power was injected into the sound, which made the ears of Mo Hua buzz.


    Cultivation monk at the ninth level of Qi Refining!


    Mo Hua''s scalp was numb. Just as he was about to stand up, he was pulled by Dazhu. Dazhu whispered: "We don''t have to stand up for the matter of the ninth level of Qi refining."


    Sure enough, a big man with wolf skin around his waist walked out of the crowd and whispered loudly: "Children are having fun, Qian Zhongli, why are you joining in the fun at such an old age?"


    The middle-aged monk called Qian Zhongli sneered, "How is your child playing?"


    The big man laughed, "If he can have this ability, I will just play with him!"


    Qian Zhongli said: "Don''t fool me and hand over the person. I have an explanation, otherwise you won''t have any good results."


    The big man stopped smiling and instantly pulled his face down: "Qian Zhongli, you bastard, did I give you a face? Be kind to you, I''m giving you face, don''t give you shameless!"


    "I''ll say it again, hand over the person! Don''t think I dare not do it!"


    Qian Zhongli said in a fury.


    "I''ll say it again, just ask you to get out, so what if you do it? Will I be afraid?"


    The big man was not polite either.


    Qian Zhongli said this, but he was really afraid of the great man and did not dare to do it easily. He just threatened: "The elders of the Qian family will come later. Don''t make things worse, it''s hard for everyone to deal with it."


    "What? Relying on your Qian family''s powerful power, are you bullying us casual cultivators?" The big man looked like he was inactive.


    "You have to make this happen?"


    "You can catch people here today, and you can ride on our heads tomorrow. What kind of virtue is your young master of Qian''s family? Don''t you know what kind of morality you are? I can ignore him, but if he bullies someone, he deserves it, and you don''t want to interfere!"


    "The Qian family has a foundation-building monk..."


    "What''s wrong? You Qian''s family has a foundation-building cultivator? What''s wrong with the foundation-building stage? You''re okay to bully the Qi Refining stage juniors? Have you cultivated your dog''s belly at such a big age?" The big man cursed. "You Qian family must tell me what the slightest thing happened when they first became rich?"


    Qian Zhongli knew that he couldn''t tell him, and if he continued, he didn''t know what bad things the big man would say, so he said:


    "Okay, I can just ignore someone, but tell me first, what''s going on here? Who used what method? The third young master was hurt?"


    "Isn''t this clear?" The big man chuckled and said, "You little bastard, want to bully people with magic, but you are not good at learning skills. The spell failed to hit others, but instead blow yourself into this look of ghost! I can''t even understand this, are your tricks white?"


    The big man closed his eyes and talked nonsense, and he threw the blame cleanly. Qian Zhongli vomited blood when he heard it.


    Where did Qian Xing know any magic? Even if it is, it is just in the middle stage of Qi Refining, what kind of magic can cause such a big stir? "Don''t mess around!" Qian Zhongli said angrily.


    "Then tell me, what''s going on? Among these people, can you find a monk who can use such powerful spells?"


    The big man pointed to the ink painting, "If you can find it, I will let you take it away without saying a word!"


    Qian Zhongli couldn''t speak anymore.


    Among these monks, the highest level of Qi refining is only the sixth level, and there is not enough spiritual power to use this kind of magic. Although there are a few who have enough cultivation, they can tell at a glance that they are physical cultivation. Physical cultivation uses martial arts to attack, which is completely different from spiritual cultivation.


    Qian Zhongli''s spiritual sense scanned over and over again, and even began to doubt himself. Could it be that the person who hurt Mr. Qian Xing was really not here? Among these monks, there are indeed no one who knows such magic.


    Mo Hua, who was mixed in the crowd, shrank his head. No one could do magic, but there was one who could form...


    However, Qian Zhongli didn''t see the ink paintings with the fourth layer of Qi Refining at all.


    "How is it? You''re speechless." The big man sneered.


    Qian Zhongli frowned, "No matter what, I want an explanation."


    The big man''s temper also came up, "I want to tell you my mother, you want to find trouble, right? Then just rely on your cultivation to speak. Let''s see if I beat you to cry and call you to mom today, or if you were beaten to the ground and searching for your teeth!"


    The big man pulled out a murderous mace, with dark red blood on the tip of his teeth, and he was full of demonic energy. At a glance, you will know that many monsters have died under the stick.


    Qian Zhongli didn''t want to fight, but he couldn''t fight at this time. He could only take out his sword, his whole body''s spiritual power surged, and he looked stronger in cultivation, but he had no confidence in the face of the big man holding a mace.


    At this moment, someone shouted and stopped. A monk wearing the Taoist robe came over. Mo Hua looked closely and found that it was Zhang Lan.


    Zhang Lan is usually idle, and now wearing the Taoist robe of Dao Tingsi is really majestic.


    "This matter is under the responsibility of Daotingsi." Zhang Lan seemed to be doing business.


    "Zhang Diansi, this matter..."


    Qian Zhongli wanted to say something, but Zhang Lan raised his hand to stop him, "I said that Daotingsi will be responsible for this matter, and no one else will be withdrawn!"


    Qian Zhongli didn''t want to retreat, and the big man looked unafraid, and the two were in a stalemate for a while.


    Zhang Lan''s eyes were slightly condensed, and he glanced at the man in wolf''s skin, "It''s not advisable to make a big deal," then said to Qian Zhongli, "Don''t lose the face of the family."


    Qian Zhongli gritted his teeth and bowed: "It depends on the Diansi to decide!"


    The big man also hugged his fists, then looked at Mo Hua and waved his hand, "Little brat, what are you looking at, go quickly!"


    They just stumbled through ink painting.


    Dazhu and his team fought and were injured more or less. Mo Hua led them to find Mr. Feng to treat his injuries. Qian Zhongli took away Qian Xing, who was seriously injured, and he didn''t even look at the other Qian family disciples.


    Seeing this, the big man sneered and walked away.


    After a while, several monks from the Dao Tingsi arrived and cleaned up the scene under Zhang Lan''s command.


    Zhang Lan was originally lazy nearby, but when he heard the explosion, he rushed over and saw Qian Zhongli confronting the Han Dynasty. As for what happened, he didn''t know.


    But you are the Dianshi of the Daoting Department at least, and you cannot ignore anything. When you should do it, you should do it appropriately.


    Zhang Lan searched the scene carefully, then looked at Ling Mo on the ground and the array paper that was almost burned to ashes, and murmured: "Is it a formation?"


    Who would use this formation?


    Not every monk can learn such a formation, especially in the small place of Tongxian City.


    Zhang Lan remembered the curious little face of the ink painting that flashed through the crowd just now.


    He originally thought that Mo Hua was mingling inside to watch the fun, but a somewhat absurd idea suddenly popped up, and Zhang Lan''s eyelids couldn''t help but jump.


    "No, this kid isn''t that evil..."


    There are two more chapters later~


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    (This chapter ends)