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It was so uneventful that I learned the formation for a few days.

He went to the Demon Refining Mountain several times, tried out the effects of the Five Elements Source Armor a few times, and formulated several strategies for hunting monsters, but he stopped going there for the time being.

But that day while eating in the dining hall, Cheng Mo suddenly walked over with a bruised nose and face.

Mo Hua was stunned, "Cheng Mo, were you slapped by a bear again?"

"I'm not an idiot. It's okay to be slapped once. How can I be slapped a second time..." Cheng Mo muttered, and then his expression became a little sullen, "It's those bastards who broke the Golden Gate."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, "Broken Golden Gate?"

"Yes." Cheng Mo sat down, also learned to paint with ink, took a bite of chicken drumstick, and muttered, "Senior brother, you haven't been in the mountains these days, but you don't know that Duanjinmen is doing it with us..."

"Those little bastards are giving us trouble every day."

"They didn't dare to fight us head-on. They squatted on the side and waited for us to kill the monsters, and they would swarm up to grab us."

"If we don't kill the monsters, they will just stare at us like flies."

Mo Hua frowned, "There are rules in Demon Refining Mountain, right? They are so arrogant, don't those elders care?"

Cheng Mo said: "I'd like to take care of it, but it's useless. Those bastards from Duanjinmen are always arguing, and they're shameless."

"No matter what, they were the ones who killed the monsters. We were the ones who made the move first. They are innocent..."

"The elders of Duanjin Gate are also protective of their shortcomings."

"If the disciples of Duanjinmen take advantage, they will tell Xi Ni that they are just children, and it is normal for them to fight and fight. There is no need to worry about it."

"If Duanjinmen suffers a loss, they will accuse our Taixumen of poor control, lack of discipline among the disciples, etc..."

"We, the elders of the Taixu Sect, are very rude and very angry with them."

"After going back and forth like this, the Jinmen disciples will still go their own way and do these vile things..."

Cheng Mo sighed, "So, rules are only useful to those who have a face. If someone is shameless, the rules are useless."

When Cheng Mo said this, he sneered, but it affected the wound on his face and he grinned in pain.

But fortunately, he is a physical practitioner and has rough skin and thick flesh, so this injury is nothing.

Cheng Mo took another bite of meat and continued:

"My injury is that I was hunting demons this morning and was being watched by the Duanjinmen disciples. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I had a fight with them."

"Don't think I look miserable, but they are even worse."

"I broke several people's legs."

"But it probably won't work. They'll dare to do it next time."

Mo Hua frowned slightly and said to Cheng Mo: "Next time during the holidays, I will go to the mountain to have a look."

"No." Cheng Mo immediately refused, "You should concentrate on drawing the formation. You are a junior fellow apprentice. There is no point in dealing with these little bastards in person."

Cheng Mo knew that Mo Hua was quite busy during these days, drawing formations every day, so he didn't want to disturb him.

Moreover, those who caused trouble in Golden Gate were all disciples in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, and were from the same class as myself.

There is no need to draw a horse with ink.

Mo Hua thought for a while and nodded: "Okay."

He really hasn't been free recently.

Because he faintly felt that in the sea of ​​consciousness, the restrictions of the laws of heaven seemed to have loosened a lot.

Maybe it’s because I’m at a high level and it’s not too outrageous.

Or maybe the laws of heaven are almost "full" and everything is gradually disappearing.

Mo Hua always feels that maybe before long, his spiritual consciousness will be able to achieve the eighteen lines.

The matter of the Demon Refining Mountain will be left to Cheng Mo and others.

Although Cheng Mo looked reckless, he was indeed reckless, but he still had some tricks up his sleeve.

What's more, he has been with Mo Hua for so long and has rich experience. He has also learned a lot of "insidious" methods.

It is more than enough to deal with the arrogant and domineering Duanjinmen disciples who only know how to bully the weak.

So Cheng Mo led the team, Taixu Sect disciples, and the Duanjin Sect disciples of the same class, and fought openly and secretly in the Demon Refining Mountain.

A month later, Cheng Mo came to see Mo Hua again, looking a little depressed.

It's not that I haven't fought before.

They tried, but to no avail.

"Those bastards at Duanjinmen are really like beasts. They entered the Demon Refining Mountain and did nothing. They just stared at our Taixu Sect and snatched our monsters."

"At first they fought us head-on a few times, but later they found out that we were wearing Kejin armor and they couldn't beat us, so they simply stopped fighting."

"Just like flies, when we hunt monsters, they harass us."

"When we fight back, they run away."

Cheng Mo was so disgusted.

"The ticket to the Demon Refining Mountain requires one hundred merit points. They would rather do nothing all day long than spend the one hundred merit points to harass us and do such a despicable thing that is harmful to others."

"Although we are not afraid of them, if we are harassed by them, we will not be able to refine the demon, and we will not be able to earn merit, so we cannot be considered a winner..."

Cheng Mo sighed, a little annoyed.

Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly.

This Broken Golden Gate is really cheap.

"It's okay..." Mo Hua took a sip of fruit wine, pondered for a moment, and said calmly, "They are being mean because they haven't been completely beaten yet."

"Slap them hard enough to hurt their muscles and bones. They will know it hurts and they won't do it again..."

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly cold.
Chapter completed!