Asking About Longevity Chapter 384

Chapter 384 Suppression

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

Mo Hua looked calmly and said:

"I draw formations for these casual cultivators, does it interfere with your Sun family's affairs?"

Sun Ze sneered, 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!"

These words seemed to be spoken not only to Mo Hua, but also to the spiritual farmers in Qianjia Town around him.

Sun Ze glanced at the ink painting coldly again:

“Our Sun family is kind enough to entertain you, but you don't appreciate it, and instead you kick your nose in the face.”

"You can just draw a formation for these people. We in the Sun family will turn a blind eye and pretend we can't see them."

　　“I didn't expect that you would go too far and meddle in other people's business.”

"One formation, ten spirit stones. If you draw so many formations for them, our Sun family will be short of hundreds of spirit stones. How should we calculate this account?"

Mo Hua glanced at the formation patterns on the field ridge and said, "It costs less than one spiritual stone to build a formation, but your Sun family actually charges ten?"

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

“What is the status of a formation master? These people are simply beyond their reach!”

"Our Sun family is willing to help these spiritual farmers draw formations. This is their honor. They only accept ten spiritual stones, so they should be more grateful! What else is there to be dissatisfied with?"

Mo Hua glanced at Sun Ze faintly, with a vaguely condescending air:

“You guys are worthy of being called formation masters?”

Sun Ze was slightly startled, then his face turned gloomy and his eyes became sinister.

Mo Hua's words touched his sore spot.

 He can only draw four formation patterns. Strictly speaking, he is indeed not even an formation master.

Although he was too lazy to learn and draw formations, and his drawing of formations was poor, he didn't allow it, and others laughed at him for not being a formation master.

Especially the person who laughed at him was still a teenage monk.

Sun Ze's expression changed. 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 and will teach you how to be sensible and how to do things!”

Sun Ze's eyes were cold and he winked at the monks around him.

Several tall monks from the Sun family walked over to Mo Hua.

 Halfway through, he was stopped by a big man.

The big man said: "Sun Ze, if something happens to us, don't make it difficult for me, Mr. Young."

 After speaking, the big man secretly winked at Mo Hua, wanting Mo Hua to leave first.

 Kemo Hua turned a deaf ear to it.

Sun Ze said disdainfully: "Ding Dachuan, please stop meddling in other people's business."

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

Other spiritual farmers also gathered around, trying to stop the Sun monks.

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

“You Sun family, don't bully others too much!”

“That's right, just bully us. The young gentleman is kind enough to help us draw the formation, but your Sun family won't let us do it.”

"You will be punished for doing this."

 The spiritual farmers were talking a lot.

Sun Ze clicked his tongue and cursed:

　　“A bunch of cheap bones, they will be dishonest if they don't fight!”

Several tall monks from the Sun family took action directly.

 Lingnong only does farming, is not good at Taoism, and most of them are old. Naturally, they are no match for the Sun family monks.

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

Ding Dachuan felt bitter in his heart and could only shout urgently:

 “Little sir, let's go quickly!”

Mo Hua can draw formations for them, which is a huge favor. Naturally, they don't want to hinder Mo Hua anymore because of their conflicts with the Sun family.

Ke Mo Hua stood there with a calm expression, just looking at Sun Ze thoughtfully.

Several monks from the Sun family broke through the crowd and walked towards Mo Hua. There is only more than ten feet away from the ink painting.

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly focused. He was about to raise his hand, but suddenly he was startled.

 He found that Miao'er, who was originally following him, was also in front of him, opening his small arms as if to protect himself.

I don't know if it was because Mo Hua helped his grandfather draw the formation, or let him eat chicken, or gave him cakes.

Even though Ding Miaoer's calves were shaking with fear, she still stood in front of the ink painting with a tight face.

 “What a good boy…”

Mo Hua smiled slightly and said silently in his heart.

A big man from the Sun family who rushed at the front smiled contemptuously when he saw Ding Miaoer who was shivering but still trying to show off her strength, and stretched out his big hand to grab Ding Miaoer.

 But in an instant, it was empty.

Mo Hua had already taken Miao'er and took a few steps back.

The big man from the Sun family was startled.

Mo Hua put Miao'er on the ground and touched his head. Then he looked at the arrogant Sun family monks and said with a gentle tone but a cold look in his eyes:

“I haven't done anything for a long time, so my technique is a bit unfamiliar and I can't grasp the importance. Please bear with me.”

Sun Ze chuckled and said:

 “You little brat, what are you talking about when you are about to die?”

The big man from the Sun family also smiled ferociously, stepped on the ground, and used his strength to rush towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua looked calmly and raised his hand gently.

In an instant, a crimson fireball condensed, even making a slightly anxious sound. Mo Hua's consciousness moved slightly, and the fireball flew out with great speed, drawing a dim flame in the air and suddenly hitting the big man's chest.

Speeds of fierce fire exploded, mincing the man's clothes and scorching his flesh and blood.

 The big man's momentum came to an abrupt halt.

It was as if I had been hit by a huge spiritual force while traveling, and my chest was stuffy and suffocating.

 In the overflowing firelight, the big man rolled his eyes and slowly fell down like a rubber ball that had lost its strength.

 There was sudden silence all around.

Sun Ze couldn't help but feel shocked.

 What the **** is this? Fireball? !

Several Sun family monks had cold sweat on their backs. They all looked back at Su Ze and asked him what to do.

Sun Ze was quick to think and quickly said:

 “Fireball! He is spiritual!”

“Let's rush up together and restrain him at close range. Don't give him a chance to cast spells!”

The monks from the Sun family nodded and obeyed the order. They divided into five or six directions, one from the front and the other from the back, and all attacked Mo Hua.

 Mo Hua still stood calmly, raised his hand slightly, and fired a fireball.

 Crimson fireballs, never missing.

Each fireball will definitely hit a monk from the Sun family, and it will also be seriously injured.

Building the foundation of spiritual consciousness, compressing and condensing the fireball technique, even if it is only a first-level Qi refining, it cannot be underestimated.

 Fireballs roared and flames exploded.

The Sun family monks fell down one after another.

 In the end, only two monks managed to rush to the ink painting.

These two people were overjoyed, but before they could take action, their eyes flashed and the ink painting disappeared.

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

What's this?

  Shenfa?

 The two men's eyes were dull.

 But they did not dare to move forward.

This distance of five to six feet is enough for Mo Hua to cast five or six fireballs.

 It was enough to knock them down five or six times.

 But they did not dare to escape, otherwise their backs would be exposed to Mo Hua.

 For a while, the two of them were a little confused.

Mo Hua was not polite to them. He raised his hand and fired two fireballs, knocking them down.

Then Mo Hua felt that it was not safe, so another person made up for it.

 In the spiritual field, in an instant, only Sun Ze was left alone.

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

 A sense of absurd fear came over me.

what happened?

Just a little monk at the seventh level of Qi Refining, but he killed all the monks from the Sun family?

What exactly is this fireball technique?

Fast, accurate, and so powerful?

 Is this really a spell that humans can use?

Sun Ze found it absolutely ridiculous.

Suddenly, Sun Ze came back to his senses and found that Mo Hua was looking at him, his eyes were crystal clear, with an inexplicable meaning.

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

Sun Ze turned around and ran, but after running a few steps, he turned around again and pounced on Ding Miaoer, who saw the fireball technique and opened his mouth in shock.

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

 At this time, it is better to give it a try.

This kid seems to have some friendship with Mo Hua. I can capture him as a hostage, which can not only threaten him, but also facilitate my escape.

 But every move he made was clearly identifiable in the ink painting's consciousness.

 Not even his eyes or intentions can escape the perception of Mo Hua.

Before he could rush to Miao'er, Mo Hua grasped her from a distance with empty hands.

Light blue water spiritual power appeared out of thin air, condensed instantly, and formed chains, tightly binding Sun Ze.

Sun Ze was like a fish thrown into a net, struggling for dear life.

 When he finally broke free from the Water Prison Technique, he saw a fireball flying out of the corner of his eye, flying in front of him in an instant.

Sun Ze only had time to cross his arms and cover his face, and then he heard a bang and became dizzy. After that, Sun Ze fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

 Before fainting, he thought vaguely:

“This is what it feels like to be hit by a fireball…”

 “It **** hurts…”

When Sun Ze opened his eyes again, he saw a fair and delicate little face, but it made him feel frightened.

Mo Hua stood in front of his head, holding a thousand-gun stick in his hand, and said in a clear voice:

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

　　Thank you forqiaoqiao and PYHuang for the reward~

 (End of this chapter)

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