Chapter 319 Today is different


    The Qian family disciples looked frightened, but the ink paintings looked as usual.


    He has the foundation-building consciousness, the hidden art, and the passing steps. When facing ordinary Qi-refining cultivators, he can attack and retreat, and has already established an invincible position.


    What''s more, he also has magic and formations.


    Now he is no longer the small formation master who did not know how to learn martial arts, had no magic skills, and had difficulty escaping.


    So Qian Xing was so angry that he didn''t even need to call his helper, he could solve it himself.


    A few Qian family who bully others with their power and bully the weak and fear the strong are just messing around.


    There is neither a sinful cultivator who kills people nor a **** and evil cultivator who has no tacit understanding between them, and the attack is completely out of order, so it is very easy to deal with.


    And ink painting also wants to try the power of his fireball technique.


    He has learned this fireball technique and has never used it in actual combat.


    Now I tried it and it was quite powerful.


    Mo Hua nodded slightly, very satisfied.


    But Mo Hua thought again and thought that this fireball technique should not be so powerful.


    The Qian family, the idiot who refined Qi, did not know what disease he had, and did not dodge or avoid it. He even took this special fireball technique with his chest, and then he fell to the ground with serious injury.


    Mo Hua kept his hand and did not take his life.


    He didn''t want to cause any death, so as not to cause trouble to Zhang Lan and to cause trouble to himself.


    However, these Qian family disciples are not good things.


    Today they can follow Qian Xing to bully himself, a young monk, and they may do something bad tomorrow.


    Even if you don’t kill, some lessons are indispensable.


    Mo Hua raised his hand and pointed, and began to condense the fireball technique again.


    His spells condensed quickly and he also took action quickly. In just a moment, fireballs flew out.


    Some disciples of the Qian family were knocked down by the fireball technique of Mo Hua again before they understood what was going on;


    Some people understood and wanted to run away, but it was too late. They were hit by the fireball and fell to the ground and fell into a coma;


    Some people wanted to fight to the death and rushed towards Mo Hua, but his body movement was obviously faster than Mo Hua''s move, and he was covered in a miserable state by the fireball technique;


    Some of them had already run far away, but were fixed by Mo Hua with the water prison technique. He took a fireball technique and directly knocked down...


    Fireball techniques flew, and wailing sounds one after another, and the Qian family disciples fell to the ground one after another.


    In a blink of an eye, Qian Xing was the only one left in the Qian family.


    Qian Xing stood there stupidly, as if he felt that he was having a nightmare.


    What just happened?


    The little devil Mo Hua stood still, but just raised his hands a few times and put out a few fireball techniques. All the monks he led fell down one by one.


    I want to get close, but I can’t get close! I want to escape, but I can''t escape!


    Qian Xing''s expression changed drastically.


    When did this little devil in Mo Hua become so scary? !


    "Am I still crazy and not awake yet? What I just saw was just my hallucination?"


    "What I saw was not ink painting, but a monster in human skin?"


    Qian Xing''s pupils were trembling violently and he fell into deep self-doubt.


    In a daze, Qian Xing looked up and saw Mo Hua laughing at him from afar.


    This smile is innocent, but with a hint of evil spirit, so naive that it is a bit terrible.


    Qian Xing screamed in surprise and fell to the ground. He crawled with his hands and feet a few times, but he didn''t get up.


    After he finally struggled to get up, he found that at some point Mo Hua had already stood silently in front of him.


    Qian Xing shouted in a trembling voice: "Don''t come over! Don''t eat me!"


    Ink painting was slightly stunned.


    Qian Xing''s crazy disease seems to be cured, but it seems that it is not completely cured, and occasionally there are some confusions. The fear in the dream remains in my mind, and occasionally confuses him with reality.


    Mo Hua wanted to say something, but suddenly frowned, turned around and took out a thousand-pound stick, and swung it down with a "power of thousands of pounds".


    The stick hit Qian Xing''s arm, interrupting his forearm, and knocking off the talisman he held in his hand.


    "Play these tricks in front of me?"


    Mo Hua looked at Qian Xing with a smile.


    Qian Xing gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and his forehead was filled with cold sweat, and he said tremblingly: "Are you...Mo Hua?"


    He doesn''t believe it!


    He had only been crazy for a year or two, and when he woke up again, he found that the ink painting was not the ink painting he knew at all.


    The little devil who was strangled by him could play with him on his own!


    And he could not beat Mo Hua himself, and his disciples could not beat Mo Hua. The little tricks he made were also seen through by Mo Hua at a glance.


    How is this possible?


    Mo Hua looked at Qian Xing in confusion, "Your father hasn''t told you to not mess with me?"


    Qian Xing was angry, his face turned green and purple.


    His father told him.


    Even the first thing he did when he woke up was his father to warn:


    Don’t mess with ink painting!


    This not only did not dispel his thoughts, but instead deepened his hatred.


    He is the direct descendant of the Qian family, and his father is the head of the Qian family. He has always wanted to do whatever he wants in this one acre of three-point land in Tongxian City.


    Now he has been repeatedly trapped in the hands of a casual cultivator with a low-born background.


    What''s more, his father, Qian Hong, the head of the Qian family, not only did not help him get justice, but also warned him not to cause trouble.


    This made Qian Xing feel incredible.


    They are the Qian family. When have they ever been so cowardly?


    The more his father refused to let him mess with Mo Hua, the more he wanted to kill Mo Hua to vent his hatred.


    But now, Qian Xing finally understood why his father told him not to mess with Mo Hua.


    Because he really can''t afford to offend...


    The expression of ink painting made him unable to understand, and the methods of ink painting also made him afraid.


    Especially with the innocent smile, Qian Xing felt chill when he thought of it.


    Mo Hua held a thousand-pound stick and looked at Qian Xing with his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.


    Qian Xing''s face turned pale in an instant, and he threatened sternly: "I am the legitimate son of the Qian family, you can''t kill me!"


    "Really?"


    Qian Xing struggled to retreat, not estimating the pain of the broken arm, and murmured, "Don''t come over!"


    Mo Hua looked somber and said, "I''ll ask you a few questions. If you tell me honestly, I won''t kill you."


    Although he didn''t want to kill Qian Xing at first, he just scared him and asked some questions by the way.


    Qian Xing gritted his teeth and nodded, "Okay!"


    Mo Hua thought for a while and asked, "Can outsiders enter your Qian family?"


    "What kind of outsider?"


    "I''m not from the Qian family." Qian Xing said: "As long as you have blood relationships, or because you have kinship, it''s fine, but the treatment cannot be good, and they are generally classified as side branches."


    The side branches are basically monks on the edge of the family.


    "Have you seen strangers in your family?" Mo Hua asked again.


    "The Qian family has a lot, and I can''t know them all."


    "At first glance, it doesn''t look like you monks from Qian''s family?"


    Qian Xing frowned and said, "What are you asking about this?"


    Mo Hua looked at Qian Xing coldly, "Are you asking me?"


    Qian Xing felt cold in his heart, and then he remembered that his life is in Mo Hua''s hands, and he only asked him what he had, and he was not qualified to ask him.


    Qian Xing said frustly: "No."


    Mo Hua said with a cautious look: "You just said that you can''t know all the people from the Qian family. Why are you so sure that there are no outsiders?"


    Qian Xing honestly explained: "It may be difficult to distinguish between appearances, but it is not a member of the Qian family. Do you live in the Qian family all year round and act in accordance with family rules? These can be seen. Even if outsiders wear Qian family clothes and make every move, they will appear out of place..."


    Mo Hua looked unmoved, but she felt a little regretful.


    If Qian Xing did not lie and there were few outsiders in the Qian family, then he should have been in the evil cultivation, at least not on the surface.


    "Then do you monks from the Qian family practice any strange skills?"


    Qian Xing was slightly stunned, "A strange martial arts?"


    "It is to absorb spiritual power, blood, or replenish and so on..."


    Qian Xing sneered, "No matter how ignorant I am, I know that these are evil achievements and are prohibited by the Dao Court. How could the Qian family learn it?"


    Qian Xing''s tone was a bit sarcastic.


    Mo Hua knocked his head with a stick and said unhappily:


    "What are you sneering, pay attention to your attitude!"


    The ink painting did not activate the formation, so this stick was not very powerful, it just hurts a little.


    Qian Xing gritted his teeth again, obviously not convinced, but his tone became much more respectful and said honestly:


    "The Qian family rules prohibit the practice of evil deeds. Those who violate the rules will be eliminated, deprived of their surnames, and expelled from the family forever."


    Ink painting was a little surprised, it was a bit unlike what the Qian family did...


    But this can also be a response to the ban from the Dao Court, and it is unknown what is added on the surface.


    Mo Hua asked again: "Have your Qian family done anything bad..."


    Halfway through Mo Hua asked, he suddenly realized that this question was in vain.


    The Qian family does bad things every day.


    It would be strange if you don’t do bad things.


    Mo Hua then asked a few questions indirectly, and Qian Xing answered them truthfully, and it seemed that he did not lie.


    But the ink painting still gained nothing, which could not be proved, and the evil cultivation has entered the Qian family, nor has the Qian family entered the Heishan Village.


    Mo Hua sighed in her heart, and it seemed that she couldn''t ask anything.


    But that''s right. Although Qian Xing is a direct descendant, he is a **** after all. Even if the Qian family colluded with Heishanzhai, they would not tell Qian Xing about the matter.


    Since I couldn''t ask anything, Mo Hua had to let Qian Xing go and threatened:


    "Let you go this time, and you will mess with me next time. Be careful of your life!"


    Qian Xing showed joy on his face. He didn''t expect that Mo Hua would really let him go.


    Qian Xing nodded quickly, and then regardless of his injuries and lying on the ground, the Qian family disciples who were ignorant of life and death ran to Tongxian City.


    Mo Hua shook her head as she looked at Qian Xing''s back.


    Qian Xing really doesn’t treat people as human beings.


    Not only do he not treat outsiders as human beings, he does not treat them as human beings even as disciples of the Qian family.


    These disciples were doing things for him, but now they were seriously injured and fainted on the ground. He didn''t even look at him, just caring about running for his own life.


    He bullies others with his power, is fierce and weak on the inside, but he is a fool.


    Why did the Qian family produce such a waste?


    Mo Hua felt a little moved, and suddenly she felt her heart moving, and remembered what Qian Xing said to him with a hideous face:


    "I just need to take him to the mountain... let the monster eat his flesh bite by bit, and let him die of pain..."


    Ink painting frowned.


    Daheishan is dangerous. Qian Xing doesn’t look like he dares to enter Daheishan.


    Moreover, the Qian family is not a demon hunter. They can kill people, but feeding people with monsters does not seem to be their style of doing things.


    Qian Xing was running desperately, but as he ran, he suddenly realized that he could not move.


    There were light blue chains all over his body, which completely locked him. Mo Hua flashed a few times and came to him.


    Qian Xing said angrily: "You said you let me go!"


    "I''ll ask you one last question..."


    Mo Hua''s eyes were slightly deeper, "You asked me to trouble me at the beginning, did you say you would take me to the mountain to feed monsters?"


    Qian Xing''s expression changed, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Yes!"


    "You have done this kind of thing before?"


    Qian Xing hesitated and said, "No."


    Mo Hua was a little surprised and asked again: "Is that what other people in the Qian family did?"


    Qian Xing felt a little palpitation and shook his head, but his eyes dodged.


    Mo Hua gradually became confident in her heart and her eyes gradually became sharper, "You saw the Qian family do this!"


    Qian Xingqiang calmed down and said, "I, I don''t!"


    But his guilty look was simply a sign of excitement.


    Mo Hua''s eyes narrowed slightly and said, "Who is feeding people with monsters?"


    Qian Xing didn''t dare to look at Mo Hua''s eyes, looked around and said "no" on his lips. Even if Mo Hua scared him and said he would kill him, he would not dare to say anything.


    Mo Hua couldn''t ask, and when he moved his mind, he took a step back:


    "You don''t want to say who it is, but you have to tell me what kind of monster you are feeding."


    Qian Xing looked panicked. He didn''t dare to say who it was, but he was afraid that he would not say anything. Mo Hua would really take his life.


    This place is remote and there is no trace of people, which is convenient for ink painting, but now it is convenient for ink painting to attack him.


    Qian Xing hesitated for a long time, and finally got the upper hand in fear of death. He stuttered:


    “Yes…it’s a pig.”


    A flash of light flashed in Mo Hua''s eyes, "What kind of pig is it?"


    Qian Xing hesitated for a long time and couldn''t say it.


    Mo Hua said slowly: "Is it a pig that is fat and big, stupid, full of bloodstains..."


    Qian Xing looked shocked and his eyes were shocked:


    "How do you know?!"


    (This chapter ends)