Chapter 114 Fireball


    Is this a spell?


    Mo Hua opened her eyes wide and was surprised.


    Obviously, the spiritual power was only activated according to certain meridians and used spiritual consciousness to activate the spiritual power, and then it could condense into spells of different attributes to achieve power beyond Mo Hua''s expectations.


    After a turbulent pond, calm returned to its original state.


    Only the mottled water traces on the shore and the scorched aquatic plants on the water indicate what has happened.


    Old Puppet nodded, "Not bad."


    Mo Hua scratched her head, "Grandpa Puppet, what will I practice next?"


    "I''m still practicing this."


    "You still practice this?"


    "Yes," said Mr. Kuai, "practice a hundred times first and experience it more."


    "What do you understand?" Mo Hua said in confusion.


    "You don''t know what you said. You can understand it after practicing a hundred times." Old Kuang said.


    Ink painting is a bit confusing.


    Mr. Kui added: "It''s similar to practicing the formation. Practice makes perfect. If you draw too much, you will naturally understand some things, but this kind of thing is not easy to express."


    "Oh." Mo Hua understood a little and nodded.


    "Then can I practice here?"


    Mo Hua asked a little embarrassedly.


    He can''t go home to practice. What if he uses fireball techniques to burn the house?


    It is also a bit dangerous to go to the mountains and forests alone.


    "It''s okay." Mr. Kuang said without any mind.


    Mo Hua hesitated a little, "Why would it be fine if the pond is damaged and these flowers and plants?"


    Old Kuo looked at the ink painting calmly, and then waved his sleeves lightly.


    Ink painting didn''t even know what was going on, but in the blink of an eye, the water traces by the pond had disappeared, the scorched water plants were restored, and the fish began to swim leisurely in the pond.


    It seems that nothing has happened just now, and Mo Hua has never used that fireball technique.


    Ink painting stands in place.


    "It''s okay." Kuang Lao said lightly.


    In the next few days, Mo Hua ran to Mr. Zhuang when he had nothing to do.


    If Mr. Zhuang is awake, he will run to say hello and ask some questions. If Mr. Zhuang is asleep, he will go to the bamboo forest by the pond to practice fireball skills.


    The magic principle of fireball technique has been understood by ink painting, and after several days of practice, I have also understood the use of fireball technique.


    There are only slight differences in the power of the fireball technique, the speed of casting, and the accuracy of the fireball hitting each time.


    These are indeed as Mr. Kuang said. You need to practice and experience them slowly to master them thoroughly and it is difficult to say them in words.


    In the past few days, Mo Hua has been practicing fireball skills by the pond.


    A fireball exploded in the pond, causing a sensation of spring water, aquatic plants flying all over the sky, and the fish at the bottom of the water were also in a panic.


    Fortunately, after the daily ink painting leaves, the old man will restore the pond.


    Otherwise, the water in the pond would have been blown dry by ink painting long ago...


    This is Rimohua practicing fireball skills by the pond, and he saw a little head secretly looking here from afar.


    "Bai Zisheng?"


    Bai Zisheng saw that Mo Hua was the only one, so he secretly ran over and asked curiously, "What are you playing?"


    "It''s not fun, am I practicing spells?" Mo Hua corrected.


    Bai Zisheng''s eyes lit up, "Have you learned magic? What magic? Use one to show me!"


    Mo Hua used fireball techniques to blow up the pond again.


    With a roar, water splashed everywhere.


    After seeing it, Bai Zisheng was relieved and curled his lips and said:


    “It’s just fireball…”


    Mo Hua was dissatisfied, "What''s wrong with the fireball technique?"


    Bai Zisheng comforted, "It''s okay, I thought you would learn something good."


    “What about?”


    "For example...oh, by the way, you have low spiritual power and you can''t use it even if you learn it." Bai Zisheng said.


    Mo Hua gave him a blank look and said lightly: "Have you finished your homework?"


    "No," Bai Zisheng fell down instantly, "I heard something happening here, so I came here to take a look and I will have to go back later."


    Bai Zisheng asked again: "Will you not disturb Mr. Zhuang when you practice fireball here?"


    Mo Hua shook his head, "I asked Grandpa Puppet, and he said no, Mr. Zhuang''s distance is very quiet."


    Bai Zisheng nodded and looked at the ink painting with some envy, "Mr. Zhuang is so nice to you..."


    "Mr. Zhuang is not very good to you, and you have some connections with Mr. Zhuang." Mo Hua said in confusion.


    Bai Zisheng waved his hand, "You don''t understand..." After thinking about it, he didn''t say much.


    He and Zixi were in awe of Mr. Zhuang. Although they would ask Mr. Zhuang for questions on weekdays, they would not disturb Mr. Zhuang in addition to this. Like ink painting, if you have any questions, go to the teacher for advice, and even use fireball techniques to explode the pond in Mr. Zhuang’s courtyard. They absolutely dare not.


    "Do you want to plot against sir? You have a ghost in your heart, so you are afraid of sir?"


    Mo Hua looked at Bai Zisheng suspiciously.


    Bai Zisheng curled his lips, "I have to have that ability, too."


    "That''s right." Mo Hua nodded.


    Bai Zisheng asked curiously again, "Did you teach your fireball skills by Mr. Puppet?"


    "Yes."


    "Did Mr. Puppet teach you a fireball technique?"


    "You don''t understand, the right one is the best."


    Mo Hua is like a puppet old, looking very experienced.


    Bai Zisheng thought for a while and nodded, "That''s right."


    Mo Hua asked back, "Is Grandpa Puppet great?"


    "It should be." Bai Zisheng said uncertainly.


    "So you don''t know either."


    Bai Zisheng smiled embarrassedly.


    Mo Hua rushed him and said, "You go and do your homework quickly, don''t disturb me from practicing spells."


    Bai Zisheng doesn’t want to leave, and doing his homework is too boring.


    "If you practice, I can give you some advice."


    "What are you giving me? You don''t know how to spell it." Mo Hua was stunned.


    Bai Zisheng said unhappily: "I haven''t eaten pork, have you seen pigs run? Although I practice martial arts, I still know some powerful spells."


    That''s right, the Bai family has a family background.


    "You use fireball technique to show me again." Bai Zisheng said.


    "Oh." Mo Hua used fireball technique again.


    The pond was blown up again.


    "Well... the power is a little less." Bai Zisheng said.


    "Is my spiritual power too weak?"


    "Not exactly. The power of the spell is related to the proficiency of your spell. The more proficient you use the spell, the greater the power of the spell. If you use a spell to perfectly achieve a perfect spell, even if the spiritual power consumed remains unchanged, its power will increase." Bai Zisheng said patiently.


    Mo Hua nodded repeatedly when she heard this, "What exactly does this proficiency mean?"


    "Do you have a meridian diagram of fireball technique?"


    Ink painting opens the meridian diagram of the fireball technique.


    Bai Zisheng pointed to the meridian diagram and said:


    "Simply put, it is the accuracy of the spiritual power vein. If you can pass through these meridians and acupoints every time you rotate your spiritual power, the power of the spell will definitely be higher."


    "Of course, it is unlikely to be absolutely accurate. People are always humans, not puppets. How can they be right every time? Just have a similar one." Bai Zisheng said again.


    Mo Hua suddenly realized and asked Bai Zisheng for a few questions.


    Bai Zisheng rarely showed off in front of the ink painting, and gave a long inspiration.


    Suddenly, a piece of paper flew over from nowhere, and it hit Bai Zisheng in the head without any bias.


    The ink painting picked up the ball of paper and opened it, and found that it was a small face simply outlined with a brush.


    The lines of the little face are simple, with only a few lines and two dots, and it seems unhappy.


    Bai Zisheng covered his head and looked at the notes and said in surprise:


    "It''s over, Zixi is angry. I told her to come to play with you for a while, but she unknowingly stayed for too long."


    Bai Zisheng hurriedly stood up, threw the words "Practice more yourself," and ran away.


    Mo Hua was stunned for a moment and couldn''t help but smile.


    Later, Mo Hua tried to accurately activate spiritual power every time according to what Bai Zisheng said, and the power of Fireball Technique was indeed stronger.


    After practicing the ink painting a hundred times, the fireball technique will be more proficient.


    Mo Hua went to find Mr. Puppet, "Grandpa Puppet, I''ve finished practicing a hundred times!"


    Old Puppet nodded, “Do you know?”


    “Sure.”


    "Okay," Mr. Kuang nodded and said, "I will officially start teaching you now."


    "ah?"


    Mo Hua was stunned, "Didn''t you teach me?"


    Puppet old man said lightly:


    "I haven''t taught it yet. What''s the point of teaching fireball?"


    (This chapter ends)