The missionary room was quiet, and then the seats were filled with an uproar.

"Ink Painting Teaching?"

"How could he let him teach?"

“…”

Mr. Xun's face darkened and his eyes swept.

The disciples were frightened by Mr. Xun's majesty and immediately settled down and did not dare to whisper again.

Mo Hua whispered: "Old sir, I'm not suitable for teaching......"

Mr. Xun said lightly: "It's very suitable."

What is wrong with a formation master with a solid foundation and able to draw a second-grade intermediate-level formation and teaches a few first-grade formations?

"But……"

Ink painting is a little hesitant.

Mr. Xun glanced at Mo meaningfully and said, "Teach well."

Ink painting was stunned.

He felt that Mr. Xun's words seemed to have a different meaning, but for a moment, he couldn't think of any reason...

Seeing Mr. Xun's look undeniable, Mo Hua could only bow and say:

"Okay, sir."

Mr. Xun nodded slightly, handed a few handouts to the ink painting, and ordered:

"Just teach these two pairs, just teach them boldly, don't worry."

After Mr. Xun finished speaking, he got up and left, his steps were both empty and solid, and he headed towards the back mountain.

In the preaching room, ink paintings and a group of disciples looked at each other.

Mo Hua was a little embarrassed, but when he remembered Mr. Xun's instructions, he still bit the bullet and opened the lecture notes. But before he could say anything, a big man stood up.

This big man's surname is Cheng and his name is Mo. He is a physical practitioner. He is tall. Although he is called Cheng Mo, he is a chatterbox on weekdays.

When Cheng Mo saw Mr. Xun walking away, he plucked up his courage and said a little dissatisfied:

"Mo Hua, although we have a good relationship, we just need to deal with the matter. I am not convinced if you teach me the formation!"

I, Cheng Mo, also want face!

He added silently in his heart.

The other disciples also nodded.

They are all "proud sons of heaven" in their respective families. When they arrive at Taixu Sect, there are many geniuses gathering and restraining themselves, but they are all arrogant in their hearts.

Elders, teachers can teach and teach.

But ordinary disciples are not qualified to teach them.

Even if ink paintings are popular on weekdays, they have no dislikes about ink paintings, but when it comes to such things, similar to "master-apprentice" preaching, they cannot be unwilling to be tempted by others, and they must have an explanation.

Mo Hua sighed.

He wanted to be more low-key, practice silently, and learn the formation.

But for some reason, Mr. Xun made him show off at this time.

But no matter what, since the matter is coming, Mo Hua will not be afraid.

In the formation, he hasn't been afraid of anyone!

Especially these young monks of the same age!

Mo Hua couldn't help but look down on her eyebrows and eyes, as arrogant as Mr. Zhuang.

"Then, how do you say, be qualified?"

Cheng Mo's eyes froze, "Let's compare!"

Mo Hua looked at him silently, "Are you?"

Cheng Mo was instantly feeling guilty when he saw Mo Huaqing's slightly sharp eyes.

"I...I..."

He is quite familiar with Mo Hua and probably knows the strength of Mo Hua's formation. Although he doesn't know how high it is, he is definitely much better than him.

He was resentful for a moment, and when his head became hot, he stood up.

But if you really want to compete with Mo Hua in formation, you will be a little overestimated.

In the sect, his formation is not only the bottom, but also the last ones.

He competes with Mo Hua in formation, just like Mo Hua in comparison with him in body refining...

At this time, another disciple stood up and said, "Since you want to teach us, you naturally have to compare with all of us!"

He was also a little guilty after saying that.

If you fight against a large number of people, even if you win, you will not win.

But Mo Hua said casually: "Okay, come together."

In the missionary room, it became quiet for a moment.

The disciples were stunned. They did not expect that the ink painting, which has always been gentle on weekdays, could say such "arrogant" words!

The crowd was instantly angry.

"good!"

"Let's compare together, let's discuss the true chapter in the formation!"

"Xiaoxiao ink painting, I let you know what it means to have a sky beyond the sky!"

"After losing, you have to call us 'Brother'!"

"What 'brother', I want to call you senior brother!"

"By the way, you have to call us Grand Master! Brother!"

...

Mo Hua curled his lips, it is not certain who calls him "Senior Brother".

When it comes to formations, they generally have their own rules.

Mo Hua didn't participate in this serious formation competition, but he just tried his best when he was in the Five Elements School.

Although the form is complex, there are many varieties.

But in the end, it is nothing more than comparing who draws faster, who draws better, and who draws harder.

The competition at this time is almost the same.

Moreover, because I am in the missionary room, I have to attend classes, and the time is limited, so I can only compare and compare, so it is a little simpler and just judge the outcome.

Compare who draws faster first.

But in this first step, the disciples froze.

They have seen before how fast the ink painting formation is.

The clouds and water are flowing, and the eyes are overwhelming. Those little hands, drawing patterns and ink, are almost showing a ghost...

However, losing is not a loser!

Even if you lose in the end, you can't lose your momentum!

Without a competition, the outcome is still unknown.

Several disciples who believed that the formation speed was quite good came up with a "generous" look on their faces. On the huge array plate before the lecture, they compared with Mo Hua who could draw faster...

Then the whole army was wiped out.

They had just painted less than half of their paintings, and the ink paintings had been completed, and they even had enough energy to take care of their face, so they deliberately slowed down a little...

Several disciples were ashamed and ended up ashamed.

After that, who can draw better?

Whoever draws the same formation more accurately, has more beautiful handwriting, and has deeper skills will win.

All the disciples here have learned formations, drawn formation patterns, and have a foundation. They can tell their pros and cons at a glance.

Several other disciples walked up confidently.

They also obtained the true teachings of the family's formations. All the formations drawn on the formation plate were neat and beautiful, and after the drawings were all a little complacent.

Just turned around and looked at the formation of the painting of Mo, and I couldn't help but feel a little lost.

The array pattern is neat and not bad at all, as if it was copied directly from the array book.

Not only that, but also the handwriting is like a silver hook and iron painting, vigorous and powerful.
To be continued...