Sun Ze smiled 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 for the words to be said to the ink painting and the Lingnong in 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 not seeing 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 has 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. Only ten spirit stones are collected, so they should be grateful! What else is there to be inconsistency?"
Mo Hua looked at Sun Ze indifferently, and there was a condescending demeanor in the faintest sense:
"You guys are also 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 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 very kind, so I will 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 powerful 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 man secretly winked at the ink painting, hoping that the ink painting would leave first.
But 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, let's just bully us. The young gentleman kindly helps us draw the formation, and your Sun family doesn'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 monks from the Sun family took action directly.
Lingnong only works in farming and is not good at Taoism and has been a long-term success, 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, so he could only shout anxiously:
"Sir, go quickly!"
The ability of ink painting to draw formations for them is a huge favor, so they naturally don’t want to get in touch with the Sun family anymore 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 the ink painting. The distance between ink painting was only more than a meter away.
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 his heart.
The man from the Sun family who rushed to the 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 flash, I caught the empty space.
The ink painting has already led the Miaoer, 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 and he said:
"I haven't started a long time ago. I'm a little unfamiliar with my techniques. I 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 Mo Hua with the force.
Mo Hua's eyes were calm and she raised her hand gently.
In a blink of an eye, the crimson fireball condensed, and even had a slight anxiety sound.
The magic consciousness of the Mohua moved slightly, and the fireball flew out at an extremely fast speed. A dim light of fire was drawn in the air and 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 seemed like I was hit by a huge spiritual force while walking, 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 excrement.
The surroundings suddenly became silent.
Sun Ze couldn't help but feel shocked.
What the hell is this? Fireball Technique?!
Several monks of the Sun family felt 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 said:
"Fireball! He is a spiritual practitioner!"
"Roar up together, stop him from coming close, 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, including front and back, and rushed towards Mo Hua.
To be continued...