Chapter 384 Suppression


    Sun Ze laughed frivolously, "Boy, your tone is quite tough. I would like to advise you that it is best not to meddle in other people''s business."


    Mo Hua said calmly:


    "I''m drawing formations for these casual cultivators, which has also hindered your Sun family''s affairs?"


    Sun Ze sneered and raised his head and said loudly:


    "This Qiandeng Town is the territory of my Sun family. Without the permission of my Sun family, no one is allowed to draw formations for these casual cultivators!"


    This is both like to say for ink painting and for Lingnong from Qianjia Town around.


    Sun Ze took a cold look at the ink painting again:


    "Our Sun family treats you kindly, but you don''t appreciate it, but you are arrogant."


    "It would be fine if you draw a formation for these people, but our Sun family turned a blind eye to the point of being unable to see it."


    "I didn''t expect you to be more and more obedient and meddling in other people''s business."


    "A combination of formations, ten spirit stones. If you draw so many formations for them, our Sun family has lost hundreds of spirit stones. How should we calculate this account?"


    Mo Hua glanced at the formation pattern on the ridge of the field, "Building a formation cost less than one spirit stone, your Sun family actually collected ten?"


    "What do you know? This is the formation master!" Sun Ze said arrogantly.


    "What is the identity of the formation master? These people can''t afford to climb!"


    "Our Sun family is willing to help these spiritual neighbors paint formations. This is their honor. They should be grateful if they only collect ten spirit stones! What else is there to be inseparable?"


    Mo Hua looked at Sun Ze indifferently, and there was a condescending demeanor in the faintest sense:


    "You guys are worthy of being called a formation master?"


    Sun Ze was slightly stunned, then his face became gloomy and his eyes became gloomy.


    Mo Hua''s words hit his sore spot.


    He could only draw four formation patterns, strictly speaking, it was indeed not even a formation master.


    Although he was too lazy to learn the formation and draw the formation, and his formation was poor, he did not allow it. Others joked that he was not a formation master.


    The person who joked about him was still a young monk in his teens.


    Sun Ze''s expression changed, and after a moment he made up his mind and smiled sinisterly:


    "Boy, you are quite talented. But you are young and have little experience. You don''t know that this world of cultivation is dangerous and people''s hearts are unpredictable."


    "Today I am kind-hearted and teach you how to be sensible and how to do things!"


    Sun Ze''s eyes were cold and gave the monks around him a wink.


    Several tall and big monks of the Sun family walked towards Mo Hua.


    Halfway through, he was stopped by a big man.


    The big man said, "Sun Ze, if you have anything to do, don''t be embarrassed by the little gentleman."


    After saying that, the big man secretly winked at the ink painting, hoping that the ink painting would leave first.


    The ink paintings are ignored.


    Sun Ze said disdainfully: "Ding Dachuan, don''t meddle in other people''s business."


    Ding Dachuan also said, "Sun Ze, don''t think we are easy to bully."


    Other Lingnongs also surrounded him and wanted to stop the monks of the Sun family.


    Sun Ze raised his eyebrows, "Want to rebel?"


    "Don''t bully others too much!"


    "That''s right, just bully us. The young gentleman kindly helped us draw the formation, but your Sun family didn''t let you."


    "You will be punished if you do this."


    …


    Lingnongs were talking a lot.


    Sun Ze tsk and cursed:


    "A bunch of bad bones, you won''t be honest if you don''t beat me!"


    Several tall and powerful monks from the Sun family took action directly.


    Lingnong only works in agriculture, is not good at Taoism, and is old for many years, so he is naturally no match for the monks of the Sun family.


    Only Ding Dachuan could hold on for a while, but he was quickly knocked to the ground.


    Ding Dachuan felt bitter in his heart, and he could only shout anxiously:


    "Sir, go quickly!"


    The ability of ink painting to draw formations for them is a great favor, so they naturally don’t want to get ink painting any more because of the conflict between themselves and the Sun family.


    Ke Mohua stood there with a calm expression, just looking at Sun Ze, thinking.


    Several monks of the Sun family broke through the crowd and walked towards Mo Hua. It is only more than meter away from ink painting.


    Mo Hua''s eyes were slightly condensed, and she was about to raise her hand, but she was suddenly stunned.


    He found that Miaoer, who was originally following him, was also protecting him, and spreading his small arms as if he wanted to protect himself.


    I don’t know if Mo Hua helped his grandfather draw a formation, let him eat chicken, or gave him pastries.


    Although Ding Miaoer''s calves were trembling with fear, her little face was still tense and stood in front of the ink painting.


    "What a good kid..."


    Mo Hua smiled slightly and said silently in her heart.


    The man from the Sun family who rushed in front, saw Ding Miaoer who was trembling and showing off his strength, smiled contemptuously, stretched out his big hand and grabbed Ding Miaoer.


    But in a blink of an eye, I caught the empty space.


    The ink painting has already led the seedlings, floated and then took a few steps back.


    The man from the Sun family was stunned.


    Mo Hua put Miaoer on the ground, touched his head, and then looked at the arrogant Sun family monks. His tone was gentle, but his eyes were cold:


    "I haven''t started a long time ago. I''ve been a little unfamiliar with my techniques and can''t grasp the importance of it. Please forgive me."


    Sun Ze chuckled:


    "You little devil, what stupid things are you saying when you die?"


    The man from the Sun family also smiled grimly, stepped on the ground, and rushed towards the ink painting with his strength.


    Mo Hua''s eyes were calm and she raised her hand gently.


    In a blink of an eye, the crimson fireball condensed, even with a slight burning sound. The ink painting''s spiritual sense moved slightly, and the fireball flew out at an extremely fast speed. A dim light of fire was drawn in the air, which suddenly hit the big man''s chest.


    The fire exploded, crushing the man''s clothes and burning his flesh and blood.


    The big man''s rush came to an abrupt end.


    It seems that during the journey, I was hit by a huge spiritual force and my chest was stuffy and suffocated.


    In the overflowing fire, the man''s eyes rolled, and his whole body slowly fell down like a ball of excitation.


    The surroundings suddenly became silent.


    Sun Ze couldn''t help but feel shocked.


    What the **** is this? Fireball? !


    Several monks of the Sun family oozed cold sweat from their backs, and they looked back at Su Ze and asked him what to do with their eyes.


    Sun Ze became wise in a hurry and hurriedly said:


    "Fireball! He is a spiritual practitioner!"


    "Roar up together, stop him from close to you, and don''t give him a chance to use spells!"


    The monks of the Sun family nodded and obeyed the orders, divided into five or six directions, with front and back, and rushed towards Mo Hua.


    Mo Hua still stood calmly, raised his hand gently, and shot a fireball.


    The crimson fireball is fired without any slightest.


    Every fireball will inevitably hit a monk of the Sun family, which will inevitably cause him to be seriously injured.


    The foundation-building consciousness, the fireball technique that compresses and condenses, even if it is just a first-grade Qi refining, it should not be underestimated.


    The fireball roared and the flames exploded.


    The monks of the Sun family fell down one by one.


    In the end, only two monks successfully rushed to Mo Hua.


    The two of them were overjoyed, but before they could take action, they felt a flash in front of them and the ink painting disappeared.


    When I looked at it again, the ink painting was already five or six feet away from them.


    What''s this?


    Body skills?


    The two of them had dull eyes.


    But they dared not continue to rush forward.


    This five or six feet distance is enough for ink painting to perform five or six fireball techniques.


    It''s enough for them to fall five or six times.


    But they dared not escape, otherwise they would expose their backs to Mo Hua.


    For a moment, these two people were a little bit waxed.


    But Mo Hua was not polite to them. He raised his little hand and shot two fireballs, which also knocked them down.


    Then Mo Hua felt that it was not very safe, so he made up for it again.


    In the spiritual field, in a blink of an eye, only Sun Ze was left.


    Sun Ze stood alone in the spiritual field, surrounded by monks from the Sun family.


    A ridiculous sense of fear surged in my heart.


    What''s going on?


    But a young monk at the seventh level of Qi refining has killed all the monks of the Sun family?


    What is this fireball technique?


    Fast, accurate, and so powerful?


    Is this really a spell that humans can use?


    Sun Ze found it ridiculous.


    Suddenly, Sun Ze came to his senses and found Mo Hua looking at him, his eyes clear and crystal clear, with an indescribable meaning.


    He used to think that this look was childish, but now, he feels very scared.


    Sun Ze turned around and ran, but after a few steps, he turned around and rushed towards Ding Miaoer, who had opened his mouth wide after seeing the fireball technique on the side.


    He figured it out, he couldn''t escape.


    At this time, it’s better to give it a try.


    This little devil seems to have some friendship with Mo Hua. He can catch him as a hostage, which can not only threaten him, but also facilitate his escape.


    But his every move is clearly visible in the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting.


    Even his look and intention cannot escape the perception of Mo Hua.


    Before he could pounce on Miao''er, Mo Hua held his palms in his hand and grabbed it from afar.


    The light blue water-moving spiritual power appeared out of thin air and condensed instantly, forming chains, binding Sun Ze firmly.


    Sun Ze was like a fish slamming into the net, struggling hard.


    After he finally broke free from the water prison technique, he saw a fireball flying in from the corner of his eyes and instantly flew to him.


    Sun Ze had only had time to cross his arms and cover his face, and then he heard a loud bang and was dizzy. Then Sun Ze fell to the ground, feeling unconscious.


    Before fainting, he thought in a daze:


    "I was hit by the fireball technique, it turned out to be this feeling..."


    "It hurts so fuckingly..."


    …


    When Sun Ze opened his eyes again, he saw a fair and beautiful face that made him feel scared.


    Mo Hua held a thousand-pound stick in his hand, stood in front of his head, and said in a crisp voice:


    "I heard that you want to teach me how to do things?"


    ?Thank you for the reward forqiaoqiao and PYHuang~


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    (This chapter ends)