After painting the thick earth formation, the ink nodded with satisfaction.

Only by applying the knowledge of formations can one be considered to have a complete mastery.

Ink painting stands in the vibrant spiritual field.

The mountain breeze blew on his cheeks, and Lingdao gently stroked his palms.

This land seems to be grateful to him.

Mo Hua felt that his feelings about the breath of the earth, that is, the great earthly connotation, became clearer.

Even though it was exhausted, it was all worth it.

Mo Hua smiled slightly and narrowed her eyes.

After drawing the formation, the ink painting is about to leave.

He has finished all the things he should do, and then he has to go to the next place and find another formation.

They don't have much stuff and they can pack up quickly.

I rested for a night, sorted out my things, and took a carriage the next day and was about to set off.

Before leaving, Lingnong from Dongshan Village came to bid farewell to the ink painting.

There were not many spiritual stones, so they could only bring some local specialties, some were Linggu, some were fruits and vegetables, and some were domestic chickens and ducks.

The ink painting could not be shirked, so it could only be stored in storage bags and put into the carriage.

With these ingredients, he can also try to make more dishes on the way and give it to Mr. Zhuang to try.

Ding Miaoer pulled Mo Hua's sleeve, feeling a little reluctant.

Mo Hua reminded him: "Practice well and don't be lazy. There are also things I give you, so you must learn them well."

"Yeah!" Ding Miaoer nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, brother!"

Then he said a little depressed:

"Can I see my brother?"

Mo Hua drew a cake for him and encouraged him:

"As long as you practice well, you will definitely see it in the future."

Ding Miaoer's small face immediately became expectant and her eyes were shiny.

Mo Hua waved goodbye to the villagers of Dongshan Village and then got on the carriage.

Old Puji drove the horse, Dabai pulled the cart, and walked leisurely on the road.

After walking a few steps, he was blocked by a group of monks.

The leader is Sun Yi, the head of the Sun family.

Behind him were hundreds of monks of the Sun family.

All of these people scattered, surrounded the carriages, and blocked the road.

Mo Hua glanced at Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang closed his eyes and rested, saying nothing, and seemed to know nothing.

The ink painting is understood.

The master means that he will handle it with all his powers.

Mo Hua lifted the curtain and walked out, stood on the carriage, looking at Sun Yi from afar, with a calm and calm expression.

Even when facing the foundation building and the encirclement of hundreds of Qi-refining cultivators, he was confident and did not panic at all.

Sun Yi couldn't help but praise in his heart:

"Good demeanor!"

At a young age, he has such courage, calm and calm when encountering things.

No wonder he has such achievements in formation.

Sun Yi looked at his son Sun Ze again.

The moment Mo Hua showed up, his son actually trembled. If so many people hadn't supported him, he would have almost covered his face and ran away.

It seems that there is a shadow because of the fireball technique.

Or maybe it was my brain damaged by Qianjun stick.

Now Sun Ze’s eyes are free and he dares not look at the ink painting at all.

Sun Yi was so angry that his eyelids twitched.

When he was at home, Sun Ze looked excited and shouted loudly to seek revenge on this kid. Now that he really met, he became a soft boy again.

He is more than 20 years older than this small formation master.

It’s really a matter of death that people compare to others, and a matter of goods that compare to others, and a matter of throwing away.

Sun Yi looked at Sun Ze with a grudge.

However, now is not the time to care about these things.

The most important thing at the moment is the formation passed down from his ancestors of the Sun family.

Since he felt the breath in the spiritual field yesterday, he couldn't sleep at night and summoned the Sun family's disciples overnight to seal the main roads and small roads in Qianjia Town.

The purpose is to block the ink paintings and prevent them from leaving.

When he secretly went to the spiritual field, he felt the rich vitality in the fields up close.

I couldn't help but feel shocked, and then there was ecstasy.

Such a spiritual field produces more than 50% of the spirit valleys per year. In other words, their Sun family can also produce more than 50% of the spirit stones.

Such a spiritual field is a treasure land!

What is more precious than the spiritual field is the formation.

Make the land fertile and the spiritual property rich.

Only such a formation is a true top secret inheritance, and it is the formation that the ancestor of the Sun family should have passed down!

He was a little hesitant before.

Although he himself is from the Sun family and has reached the foundation of his cultivation, he may not be able to learn the formation left by the ancestor.

But now his idea is different.

The young monk at the seventh level of Qi refining can learn it. He, a foundation-building monk, can he not learn it?

So he is bound to win this formation!

Sun Yi and the monks of the Sun family surrounded the carriage painted by Mo.

The ink painting confronted them without fear.

He remembered Mr. Zhuang's teachings, pretending to behave is also a skill in practicing Taoism.

So Mo Hua didn't say anything.

Because he wants to pretend to be a master.

Experts never speak first, so that the minions will speak first if they lose their identity.

Sure enough, Sun Yi spoke first:

"Little brother, hand over my Sun family's formation."

The ink painting had already expected it, and just as he was about to say something, he was stunned and looked behind him.

But there was nothing behind him.

Sun Yi frowned slightly, thinking to himself that this kid was making a fool of himself. He followed Mo Hua's gaze, and soon after, he was stunned.

Because soon after, a group of Lingjiangs appeared behind Mo Hua.

They carried knives and forks, and some simple spiritual weapons, surrounded the carriage and protected the ink painting in the middle.

The leader of the Han Dynasty was Ding Dachuan.

He remembered the elder's instructions and faced Sun Yi, the head of the Sun family who was in the foundation-building period, although he was a little frightened, he still said with a firm expression:

"You Sun family don't bully people too much!"

"We won't let you hurt the little gentleman!"

"That's right!"

"Protect the little gentleman!"

Other spiritual farmers also raised the various spiritual weapons in their hands and shouted loudly.

Sun Yi sneered, "I'm very brave, but I really dare to rebel?"

He sneered calmly, but his heart felt a little chilled.
To be continued...