Chapter 319: Things Are Different Now

The disciples of the Qian family looked frightened, while Mo Hua looked normal.

He has foundation-building consciousness, stealth skills, and water-passing steps. Facing ordinary Qi-refining monks, he can advance, attack, and retreat. He is already in an invincible position.

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

Today, he is no longer the little formation master who couldn't learn martial arts, didn't practice spells, and had trouble running for his life.

So when Qian Xing picks a fight, he can solve it himself without even calling for help.

A few Qian family members who bully others and bully others are nothing more than bastards.

He is neither a murderous criminal cultivator nor a bloody evil cultivator. There is no tacit understanding between them, and the attack is completely unorganized, making it easy to deal with them.

And Mo Hua also wanted to try the power of his fireball technique.

Since he learned this fireball technique, he has never used it in actual combat once.

Now that I have tried it, it is quite powerful.

Mo Hua nodded slightly, very satisfied.

However, Mo Hua then thought again, this fireball technique shouldn't be so powerful.

This idiot from the Qian family, who was at the ninth level of Qi refining, was suffering from some illness. He didn't dodge or evade, and even received this special fireball technique with his chest, and then he fell to the ground seriously injured.

Mo Hua spared his life and did not take his life.

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

But these Qian family disciples are not good people either.

Today they can follow Qian Xing to bully him, a young monk, but tomorrow they may be able to do evil somewhere.

Even if there are no killers, 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 shot quickly. Within a moment, the fireballs flew out one after another.

Before some Qian family disciples understood what was happening, they were knocked down by Mo Hua's fireball technique again;

Some understood and wanted to run, but it was too late and they were directly hit by the fireball and fell to the ground unconscious;

Some wanted to fight to the death and rushed towards Mo Hua with all their strength, but his movement skills were obviously not faster than Mo Hua's attack. His face was covered by the fireball spell, and he fell miserably;

Others had already run a long way, but were immobilized by Mo Hua using the Water Prison Technique, followed by a Fireball Technique, and were knocked down directly...

Fireballs were flying, wailing sounds were heard one after another, and the Qian family disciples fell to the ground one after another.

In an instant, Qian Xing was the only one left in the Qian family.

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

What just happened?

The kid Mo Hua stood still, just raised his hand a few times and cast a few fireballs. All the family monks he led fell down one by one.

I want to get closer, but I can't get closer! I want to run away, but I can’t!

Qian Xing's expression changed drastically.

When did Mo Hua, the little brat, become so scary? !

"Am I still crazy and haven't woken up yet? What I just saw was just my hallucination?"

"What's in front of me isn't an ink painting, but a monster in human skin?"

Qian Xing's pupils trembled sharply and he fell into deep self-doubt.

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

This smile is innocent and innocent, but it also has a hint of evil, and it is a bit frighteningly innocent.

Qian Xing screamed and fell to the ground. He climbed up a few times using his hands and feet, but could not get up.

When he finally struggled to get up, he found that at some point, Mo Hua was standing silently in front of him.

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

Mo Hua was slightly startled.

Qian Xing's madness seems to be cured, but it doesn't seem to be completely cured. Occasionally, he still has some symptoms. The fear from the dream still lingered in his mind, occasionally confusing him with reality.

Mo Hua wanted to say something, but suddenly he frowned, turned his hand and took out the Qianjun stick, and swung it with "power like a Qianjun".

The stick hit Qian Xing on the arm, breaking his forearm and knocking out the talisman in his hand.

"Playing these little tricks in front of me?"

Mo Hua looked at Qian Xing with a half-smile.

Qian Xing gritted his teeth, endured the pain, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "Are you... Mo Hua?"

He doesn't believe it!

He only went crazy for a year or two, and when he woke up again, he found that Mo Hua was completely different from the Mo Hua he knew.

The kid who was strangled by his neck was actually able to play with him on his own!

As for him, he couldn't beat Mo Hua himself, and the disciples he called couldn't beat Mo Hua. Even the little tricks he played were seen through by Mo Hua.

How can this be?

Mo Hua looked at Qian Xing doubtfully, "Didn't your father tell you not to mess with me?"

Qian Xing was angry, his face turned blue and purple for a while.

His father told him.

Even the first thing he did when he woke up was to be warned by his father:

Don't mess with Mo Hua!

Not only did this not dispel his thoughts, it actually deepened his hatred.

He is a 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 the one-third of an acre of land in Tongxian City.

Now he has fallen into the hands of a low-born casual cultivator many times.

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

This made Qian Xing feel incredible.

They are from the Qian family. When have they ever experienced such cowardice?

The more his father prevents him from messing with Mo Hua, the more he wants 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...

Mo Hua's expression made him unpredictable, and Mo Hua's methods also made him afraid.

Especially that innocent smile with a hint of evil, Qian Xing felt a chill in his heart when he thought of it.

Mo Hua held the Qianjun stick and looked at Qian Xing, wondering what he was thinking.

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

"Really?"

Qian Xing struggled to retreat, not caring about the pain of his broken arm, and muttered: "Don't come over!"

Mo Hua pretended to be gloomy and said: "I'll ask you a few questions. If you tell the truth, I won't kill you."

Although he didn't want to kill Qian Xing, he just wanted to scare him and ask some questions.

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

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

"What outsiders?"

"Not from the Qian family."

Qian Xing said, "As long as they are related by blood or have some kinship, it's fine, but the treatment won't be good, and they will generally be classified as side branches."

Side branches are basically cultivators on the edge of the family.

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

"There are many members of the Qian family, and I can't know them all."

"At first glance, are there any cultivators who don't look like you, the Qian family?"

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

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

Qian Xing felt a chill in his heart, and then he remembered that his life was in Mo Hua's hands, and he was the only one who could ask him questions, and he had no right to ask him anything.

Qian Xing said aggrievedly: "No."

Mo Hua looked cautious and said: "You just said that you couldn't know all the people in the Qian family. How can you be so sure that there are no outsiders?"

Qian Xing explained honestly: "It may be difficult to tell by appearance, but whether they are from the Qian family, whether they have lived in the Qian family for many years, and whether their behavior is in line with the family rules, these can be seen. Even if outsiders wear Qian's clothes, their every move will appear out of place..."

Mo Hua's expression did not move, but he felt a little regretful.

If Qian Xing did not lie, there were very few outsiders in the Qian family, so there should be no evil cultivators who had entered, at least not on the surface.

"Then do the cultivators of your Qian family practice any strange skills?"

Qian Xing was slightly stunned, "Strange skills?"

"It means that they can absorb people's spiritual power, absorb people's blood, or collect and replenish..."

Qian Xing sneered, "No matter how ignorant I am, I know that these are evil skills, which are expressly prohibited by the Dao Court. Why would the Qian family learn them?"

Qian Xing's tone was a little weird.

Mo Hua hit him on the head with a stick and said unhappily:

"What are you sneering about? Watch your attitude!"

Mo Hua did not activate the formation, so the stick was not very powerful, just a little painful.

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

"The Qian family rules prohibit practicing evil skills. Those who violate them will have their family tree destroyed, their surnames deprived, and they will be expelled from the family forever."

Mo Hua was a little surprised. This was a little unlike what the Qian family would do...

But this could also be a way to deal with the ban of the Dao Court, and it was added on the surface. As for what happened behind the scenes, it is unknown.

Mo Hua asked again: "Did your Qian family do anything bad..."

Mo Hua asked halfway and suddenly realized that the question was in vain.

The Qian family does bad things every day.

It would be strange if they didn't do bad things.

Mo Hua then asked a few more questions in a roundabout way, and Qian Xing answered them truthfully, and it didn't seem to lie.

But Mo Hua still got nothing. He could not prove that the evil cultivator had entered the Qian family, nor could he prove that the Qian family had entered the Black Mountain Village.

Mo Hua sighed inwardly. It seemed that he could not get anything out of him.

But that was right. Although Qian Xing was a direct descendant, he was a playboy after all. Even if the Qian family had colluded with the Black Mountain Village, they would not tell Qian Xing about it.

Since he could not get anything out of him, Mo Hua could only let Qian Xing go and threatened:

"I'll let you go this time. If you mess with me again next time, watch out for your life!"

Qian Xing showed a happy expression. He did not expect that Mo Hua would really let him go.

Qian Xing nodded quickly, and then ran to Tongxian City regardless of his injuries and the Qian family disciples who fell to the ground and were unknown whether they were alive or dead.

Mo Hua shook his head at Qian Xing's back.

Qian Xing really didn't treat people as human beings.

Not only did he not treat outsiders as human beings, he also didn't treat them as human beings even if they were disciples of the Qian family.

These disciples worked for him, but now they were seriously injured and fainted on the ground. He didn't even look at them, and only cared about escaping for his own life.

He bullied others by taking advantage of his power, and was a coward inside. He was a fool.

How could the Qian family produce such a waste?

Mo Hua was a little emotional, and suddenly his heart moved, and he remembered what Qian Xing said to him with a ferocious face:

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

Mo Hua frowned.

The Great Black Mountain is dangerous, and Qian Xing doesn't look like he dares to enter the Great Black Mountain.

Moreover, the Qian family is not a monster hunter. They will kill people, but feeding monsters with people does not seem to be their style.

Qian Xing was running desperately, but he suddenly found that he could not move.

There were light blue chains condensed around his body, locking him completely. Mo Hua flashed a few times and came in front of him.

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

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

Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly, "When you caused trouble for me, did you say that you would take me to the mountain to feed the monsters?"

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

"Have you done this kind of thing before?"

Qian Xing hesitated and said, "No."

Mo Hua was a little surprised and asked, "Did someone else from the Qian family do it?"

Qian Xing was slightly frightened and shook his head, but his eyes averted.

Mo Hua gradually became more confident and his eyes became sharper, "Have you seen the Qian family do this before?"

Qian Xingqiang calmly said: "I, I didn't!"

But his guilty look was simply trying to hide it.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly and he said: "Who is feeding people to monsters?"

Qian Xing didn't dare to look into Mo Hua's eyes. He looked around and said "no". Even if Mo Hua threatened him and said he would kill him, he didn't dare to say anything.

Mo Hua couldn't ask, so he took a step back and said:

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

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

This place is remote and deserted, making it easier for Mo Hua to attack him, but now it is also easier for Mo Hua to attack him.

Qian Xing hesitated for a long time, and finally his fear of death took over, and he said in a low voice:

"It's... it's a pig."

Mo Hua's eyes flashed, "What kind of pig is it?"

Qian Xing hesitated for a long time, unable to speak.

Mo Hua said slowly: "Isn't it a pig that is fat, big, silly, and covered in bloodstains..."

Qian Xing looked shocked and horrified:

"how do you know?!"