Asking About Longevity

Chapter 384 Suppression

Sun Ze laughed frivolously, "Boy, you are still very tough. I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."

Mo Hua said calmly:

"Is it a hindrance for your Sun family if I draw formations for these casual cultivators?"

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!"

This seemed to be said to Mo Hua, but also to the spiritual farmers in the surrounding Qianjia Town.

Sun Ze glanced at Mo Hua coldly again:

"We, the Sun family, treated you kindly, but you didn't appreciate it and took advantage of it."

"It's fine if you draw a formation for these people, but we, the Sun family, turned a blind eye and pretended not to see it."

"I didn't expect you to go too far and meddle in other people's business."

"One formation, ten spirit stones, you draw so many formations for them, and our Sun family loses hundreds of spirit stones, how should we settle this account?"

Mo Hua glanced at the formation pattern on the ridge, "It costs less than one spirit stone to build a formation, but your Sun family charges ten?"

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

"What kind of status is a formation master? These people can't even afford it!"

"Our Sun family is willing to help these spirit farmers draw formations. This is their honor. They should be grateful for only ten spirit stones! What else are they not satisfied with?"

Mo Hua glanced at Sun Ze indifferently, with a condescending demeanor:

"You guys are also worthy of being called formation masters?"

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

Mo Hua's words hit his sore spot.

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

Although he is too lazy to learn formations, too lazy to draw formations, and his formations are poorly drawn, he does not allow others to laugh at him for not being a formation master.

Especially when the person who laughs at him is a young cultivator in his teens.

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

"Boy, you are quite brave. But you are young and inexperienced. You don't know that this cultivation world is dangerous and people's hearts are unpredictable."

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

Sun Ze's eyes were cold and he winked at several cultivators around him.

Several tall and strong Sun family cultivators walked towards Mo Hua.

Halfway through, they were stopped by a big man.

The big man said: "Sun Ze, if you have anything to do, come to us, don't make things difficult for the young master."

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

But Mo Hua turned a deaf ear.

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 spiritual farmers also gathered around and tried to stop the Sun family cultivators.

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

"Don't go too far, Sun family!"

"That's right, bullying us is fine, but you Sun family won't let us draw the formation."

"You will be punished for doing this."

...

The spiritual farmers were talking about it.

Sun Ze sighed and cursed:

"A bunch of cheap bones, they won't be honest unless they are beaten!"

Several tall and strong monks from the Sun family started to fight directly.

The spiritual farmers only do farming, are not good at Taoism, and most of them are old, so they are naturally no match for the monks from the Sun family.

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

Ding Dachuan felt bitter and could only shout anxiously:

"Young master, hurry up!"

It was a great favor for Mo Hua to draw the formation for them. Naturally, they didn't want to implicate Mo Hua because of the conflict between themselves and the Sun family.

But Mo Hua stood there, his expression calm, just looking at Sun Ze, thinking.

Several Sun family monks broke through the crowd and walked towards Mo Hua. They were only a few feet away from Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly fixed, and just when he was about to raise his hand, he was suddenly startled.

He found that Miao'er, who was originally following behind him, also protected him in front of him, with his little arms open, as if he wanted 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.

Although Ding Miao'er's legs were shaking with fear, he still stood in front of Mo Hua with a tight little face.

"What a good child..."

Mo Hua smiled slightly and said silently in his heart.

A big man from the Sun family who rushed to the front saw Ding Miao'er trembling and trying to be strong, and smiled contemptuously, stretched out his big hand and grabbed Ding Miao'er.

But in a flash, he grabbed nothing.

Mo Hua had already led Miao'er and floated back a few steps.

The Sun family man was startled.

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

"I haven't done it for a long time, so my technique is a little rusty, and I can't grasp the severity. Please bear with me."

Sun Ze chuckled and said:

"You little brat, you are about to die, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The Sun family man also grinned, stomped on the ground, and rushed towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua looked calm and raised his hand gently.

In a flash, a deep red fireball condensed, even with a slight burning sound.

Mo Hua's consciousness moved slightly, and the fireball flew out with a whistling speed, drawing a dim flame in the air, and suddenly hit the big man's chest.

Flames exploded, shredded the big man's clothes, and burned his flesh and blood.

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

It was as if he was hit by a huge spiritual power while moving, and his chest was stuffy and suffocated.

In the overflowing firelight, the big man rolled his eyes, and the whole person fell down slowly like a deflated ball.

There was a sudden silence all around.

Sun Ze was shocked.

What the hell is this? Fireball technique? !

Several Sun family monks had cold sweat on their backs, and they all looked back at Su Ze, asking him what to do with their eyes.

Sun Ze was quick-witted and said:

"Fireball! He is a spiritual practitioner!"

"Rush up together, hold him close, don't give him a chance to cast spells!"

The Sun family monks nodded and obeyed, and divided into five or six directions, some in front and some behind, and surrounded Mo Hua together.

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

The deep red fireballs were never missed.

Each fireball would hit a Sun family monk and would definitely injure him seriously.

The foundation-building consciousness, the compressed and condensed fireball, even if it was only the first-grade Qi refining, should not be underestimated.

The fireball whistled and the flames exploded.

One after another, the Sun family monks fell down.

In the end, only two monks successfully rushed in front of Mo Hua.

The two were overjoyed, but before they could make a move, they saw Mo Hua disappear in a flash.

When they looked again, Mo Hua was already five or six feet away from them.

What was this?

Body movement?

The two looked dazed.

But they didn't dare to rush forward.

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

It was also enough for them to fall down five or six times.

But they didn't dare to run away, otherwise they would expose their backs to Mo Hua.

For a while, the two were in trouble.

Mo Hua didn't show them courtesy, raised her little hand, and whizzed two fireballs, knocking them down.

Then Mo Hua felt that it was not safe, so he hit another person.

In the spiritual field, in a flash, only Sun Ze was left.

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

An absurd sense of fear surged in my heart.

What happened?

Just a small cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, but he defeated all the cultivators of their Sun family?

What on earth is this fireball technique?

It is fast, accurate, and so powerful?

Is this really a magic that humans can use?

Sun Ze thought it was absurd.

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

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

Sun Ze turned around and ran, but after running a few steps, he turned around again and rushed to Ding Miaoer, who was shocked by the fireball technique and opened her mouth wide.

He figured it out, he couldn't run away.

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

This kid seems to have some friendship with Mo Hua. He can take him as a hostage, which can be used to threaten him and also facilitate his escape.

But his every move was clearly discernible in Mo Hua's consciousness.

Even his eyes and intentions could not escape Mo Hua's perception.

Before he could pounce in front of Miao'er, Mo Hua clenched his palms and grabbed her from a distance.

Light blue water spirit power appeared out of thin air, condensed in an instant, forming chains that tightly bound Sun Ze.

Sun Ze struggled desperately like a fish that crashed into a net.

When he finally broke free from the water prison, he saw a fireball 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 felt dizzy. Then Sun Ze fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

Before he fainted, he thought vaguely:

"This is what it feels like to be hit by a fireball..."

"It hurts so much..."

...

When Sun Ze opened his eyes again, he saw a fair and pretty face, but it still left him with lingering fear.

Mo Hua stood in front of him with a heavy stick in his hand, and said in a clear voice:

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

Thanks forqiaoqiao and PYHuang for the reward~

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