During the banquet, the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

But Mo Hua paid special attention to Cheng Mo, and even specially ordered a plate of elbows and placed it in front of Cheng Mo, "Cheng Mo, eat more."

Cheng Mo was a little flattered, but also a little confused, "Senior brother, didn't you treat Situ to dinner? Why do you always ask me to eat more..."

Mo Hua said: "Because next, it will be your turn to help."

Cheng Mo glanced at the spicy and oily elbow in front of him, patted his chest and promised:

"Senior brother, don't worry, I will take care of everything."

Mo Hua nodded, "Then eat more, and you won't be beaten until you're full."

Cheng Mo, who was chewing his elbow with his mouth wide open, was stunned for a moment.

"Get...beaten?"

"Yes," Mo Hua nodded, "Be beaten."

…

Two days later, in the Demon Refining Mountain, Mo Hua put three layers of armor on Cheng Mo, one layer of golden armor, one layer of soft silk armor, and one layer of fine iron armor.

"I'll call the people from Jinmen to fight you later. You should be more arrogant and don't seek to win, just to delay. The longer the delay, the better."

Cheng Mo grimaced.

Hao Xuan was very puzzled, "Senior Brother, what on earth are you going to do?"

Mo Hua gave it up and said, "You will know later."

Hao Xuan nodded in understanding.

Mo Hua patted Cheng Mo's shoulder again and said, "Be aggrieved and get beaten more often. These three layers of armor are specially refined. Although they cannot withstand the sword energy, they can reduce the spiritual power and strength of the gold. You are strong."

If you are strong, you should be able to hold on for a long time."

Cheng Mo looked at the ink painting with a sad face.

Mo Hua said seriously: "This matter is of vital importance. It is related to the turf war between my disciples of Taixu Sect and Duanjin Sect, as well as the profits from hunting monsters in the future. Only you can handle such an important task!"

Cheng Mo didn't believe it, "Is it true..."

"I'm your little senior brother, can you still not believe me?" Mo Hua said.

Cheng Mo looked a little complicated.

Mo Hua decided to finish drawing the pie and give some "jujubes" first, "You go and get beaten, I will pay you merit, one hundred merit in half an hour!"

Cheng Mo was stunned for a moment, "Really?"

Mo Hua nodded and said: "Pay now."

Cheng Mo suddenly felt a little shy, "I'm so sorry to have to spend so much money on my junior brother..."

"Forget it if you don't answer, I'll find someone else."

"Don't!" Cheng Mo said immediately, "Other disciples will definitely not be beaten as much as me. I will definitely have to do such hard work."

Then he confirmed: "Half an hour, just one hundred meritorious deeds..."

"That's right," Mo Hua said, "If you can delay it for five hours, it will be a thousand meritorious service!"

A thousand meritorious deeds!

Cheng Mo's eyes were red.

Situ Jian and others next to him were also envious of him, but it was a pity that they were not as strong-blooded as Cheng Mo and could not "resist beatings" as well as Cheng Mo, so they could not earn this meritorious service.

Cheng Mo immediately vowed:

"Senior brother, don't worry, let alone being beaten, even if you go up a mountain of swords and into a sea of ​​fire, as long as you say something, I, Cheng Mo, will never frown!"

"Okay," Mo Hua felt helpless, "Stop bragging, prepare quickly, take some health-reviving elixirs beforehand, and I'll find someone to beat you up."

Cheng Mo chuckled silly and said, "Okay!"

Mo Hua left everyone and wandered around the Demon Refining Mountain in hiding, looking for the chosen target.

It didn't take long for him to find the pretty boy from Duanjinmen.

The pretty boy "Song Jian", with a gloomy look on his face, was searching for something all over the mountains and fields with ten of his disciples.

Mo Hua showed his figure and shouted, "Little pretty face."

Song Jian was obviously stunned for a moment. When he saw the ink painting alone, appearing ten feet away, he was a little unbelievable.

How dare this kid appear in front of me alone?!

Song Jian's white face turned red with anger.

This is obviously not taking yourself seriously!

That's too much!

Song Jian waved his hand and said coldly: "Catch him and beat him to death!"

The other Jinmen Duanmen disciples immediately wanted to rush towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua said, "You don't want your sword anymore?"

"Stop!" Song Jian said immediately.

A group of disciples from Jinmen Duan stopped again and stopped where they were.

Song Jian's eyelids twitched wildly and he looked at the ink painting angrily, "Where is my Broken Gold Sword?"

Already turned into scrap metal...

But it was definitely difficult to say this kind of thing, so Mo Hua said vaguely: "Let's compete. If you win, I will return the 'sword' to you."

Song Jian's eyes narrowed and he snorted coldly: "Why should I compete with you?"

"Forget it if it's not a competition," Mo Hua said casually, "I'll find a master craftsman to dismantle your broken gold sword into scrap metal and throw it into the furnace to melt it..."

"How dare you?!" Song Jian's eyes were splitting.

Mo Hua looked indifferent.

No matter what he dares to do...he has already done it, and there is only one last step left...

Song Jian took a long breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

People under the eaves have to bow their heads.

The sword was in Mo Hua's hand, and he had to compromise.

"Okay," Song Jian said, "I'll compete with you."

"It's not you who competes with me," Mo Hua shook his head and said, "It's you who compete with my 'big brother'."

The ink painting slightly elevated Cheng Mo's status.

Song Jian frowned, "Your eldest brother?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Yes, he was the big man who used an ax to chop you down that day."

Song Jian immediately remembered it, thinking of the big man taking the lead and the two axes on his neck, and the anger in his eyes became even more intense.

"Okay, the old and new grudges are all over."

but……

Song Jian's eyes darkened slightly and he looked at Mo Hua, "Why do you want to compete with me specifically?"

Mo Hua sighed, a little confused:

"When we enter Demon Refining Mountain, we just want to hunt demon beasts and earn some merit. We don't want to waste time breaking off the Golden Gate with you, and no one will benefit from it."

"In that case, why not give it a try."

"If you win, we will return the sword to you."

"If you lose, just stop breaking the Golden Gate and stop embarrassing us."

Song Jian frowned, secretly feeling that the ink painting was childish.

The matter of Demon Refining Mountain is related to the interests of the sect and many disciples. How can it be decided in a duel?

Furthermore, how could one of his disciples, no matter how high his status he was, take charge of the matter of breaking the Golden Gate?

But the most urgent task is to win back the Broken Golden Sword first.

He is now in the middle stage of foundation building.

After reaching the late stage of foundation building, you must prepare to cultivate the "natural magic weapon". This spiritual sword is the embryo of the magic weapon. It is very important to you and you must not make any mistakes.

No one can take the promise seriously. Fool this brat first, agree to a fight, and get back his Broken Gold Sword.

Song Jian then said falsely:

"Okay, it's a deal!"

But what Song Jian didn't know was that the ink paintings were actually all nonsense.
To be continued...