The Qian family disciples looked frightened, but the ink paintings looked as usual.

He has the foundation-building consciousness, the hidden art, and the passing steps. When facing ordinary Qi-refining cultivators, he can attack and retreat, and he has already established an invincible position.

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

Now he is no longer the small formation master who did not know how to learn martial arts, had no magic skills, and had difficulty escaping.

So Qian Xing was so angry that he didn't even need to call his helper, and he could solve it himself.

A few Qian family who bully others with their power and bully the weak and fear the strong are just messing around.

They are neither sinful cultivators who kill people, nor bloody and evil cultivators. They have no tacit understanding between them, and the attack is completely out of order, so it is very easy to deal with.

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

He has learned this fireball technique and has never used it in actual combat.

Now I tried it and it was quite powerful.

Mo Hua nodded slightly, very satisfied.

However, Mo Hua thought again and thought that this fireball technique should not be so powerful.

The Qian family, the idiot who refined the 9th level of Qi, did not know what disease he had, and did not dodge or avoid it. He even took this special fireball technique with his chest, and then he fell to the ground seriously injured.

Mo Hua kept his hand and did not take his life.

He didn't want to cause any death, so as not to cause trouble to Zhang Lan or cause trouble to himself.

However, these Qian family disciples are not good things.

Today they can follow Qian Xing to bully himself, a young monk, and they may go somewhere to do evil tomorrow.

Even if you don’t kill, 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 also took action quickly. In just a moment, fireballs flew out.

Some disciples of the Qian family were knocked down by the fireball technique of Mo Hua again before they understood what was going on;

Some people understood and wanted to run away, but it was too late. They were hit by the fireball and fell to the ground and fell into a coma;

Some people wanted to fight to the death and rushed towards Mo Hua, but his body movement was obviously faster than Mo Hua's move, and he was covered in a miserable state by the fireball technique;

Some of them had already run far away, but were fixed by Mo Hua with the water prison technique, and he took a fireball technique and directly knocked down...

Fireball crafts flew, and wailing sounds one after another, and Qian's disciples fell to the ground one after another.

In a blink of an eye, Qian Xing was the only one left in the Qian family.

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

What just happened?

The little devil Mo Hua stood still, but just raised his hands a few times and put out a few fireball techniques. All the monks he led fell down one by one.

I want to get close, but I can't get close! I want to escape, but I can't get away!

Qian Xing's expression changed drastically.

When did this little devil Mo Hua become so scary?!

"Are I still crazy and not awake yet? What I just saw was just my hallucination?"

"What I saw was not Mo Hua, but a monster in human skin?"

Qian Xing's pupils were trembling violently and he fell into deep self-doubt.

In a trance, Qian Xing looked up and saw Mo Hua laughing at him from afar.

This smile is innocent, but also has a hint of evil spirit, so naive that it is a bit terrible.

Qian Xing screamed, fell to the ground, and crawled with his hands and feet a few times, but he didn't get up.

After he finally struggled to get up, he found that at some point Mo Hua had stood silently in front of him.

Qian Xing trembled and shouted, "Don't come over! Don't eat me!"

The ink painting was slightly stunned.

Qian Xing's crazy seems to have cured, but it seems that he is not completely cured, and occasionally he will have some confusion. The fear in his dreams remains in his mind, and occasionally he will be confused with reality.

Mo Hua wanted to say something, but suddenly frowned, turned around and took out a thousand-pound stick, and swung it down with a "power of thousands of pounds".

The stick hit Qian Xing's arm, interrupted his forearm, and knocked off the talisman he held in his hand.

"Play these tricks in front of me?"

Ink painting looked at Qian Xing with a smile.

Qian Xing gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and his forehead was filled with cold sweat, and he said tremblingly: "Are you...Mo Hua?"

He doesn't believe it!

He had only been crazy for a year or two, and woke up again and found that the ink painting was not the same as the ink painting he knew.

The little devil who was strangled by him could play with him on his own!

And he could not beat Mo Hua himself, and his disciples could not beat Mo Hua. The little trick he used was also seen through by Mo Hua at a glance.

How is this possible?

Mo Hua looked at Qian Xing in confusion, "Your father hasn't told you to not mess with me?"

Qian Xing was angry, his face turned green and purple.

His father told him.

Even the first thing he did when he woke up was his father to warn:

Don't mess with ink painting!

This not only did not dispel his thoughts, but instead deepened his hatred.

He is the 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 this one acre of three-point land in Tongxian City.

Now he has been repeatedly trapped in the hands of a low-born cultivator.

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

This made Qian Xing feel incredible.

They are the Qian family, when have they ever been so cowardly?

The more his father refused to let him mess with Mo Hua, the more he wanted 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...

The expression of the ink painting made him unable to understand it, and the methods of the ink painting also made him feel afraid.

Especially when Qian Xing thought of that innocent smile, he felt chilled when he thought of it.

Mo Hua held a thousand-pound stick and looked at Qian Xing with his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

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

"Really?"

Qian Xing struggled to retreat, not estimating the pain of the broken arm, and murmured: "Don't come over!"

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

Although he didn't want to kill Qian Xing at first, he just scared him and asked some questions by the way.

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

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

"What kind of outsider?"

"Not from the Qian family."

Qian Xing said: "As long as you have blood relationships or are related to kinship, it's fine, but the treatment cannot be good, and they are generally classified as side branches."

The side branches are basically monks on the edge of the family.

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

"The Qian family has a lot, and I can't know them all."

"At first glance, it doesn't look like you monks from the Qian family, are there?"

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

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

Qian Xing felt cold in his heart, and then he remembered that his life is in Mo Hua's hands, and he only asked him what he had, and he was not qualified to ask him.

Qian Xing said frustly: "No."

Mo Hua said with caution: "You just said, you can't know all the people from the Qian family. Why are you so sure that there are no outsiders?"
To be continued...