Asking about longevity

The disciples of the Qian family looked frightened, while Mo Hua looked normal.

He has foundation-building consciousness, stealth skills, and water-passing steps. Facing ordinary Qi-refining monks, he can advance, attack, and retreat. He is already in an invincible position.

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

Today, he is no longer the little formation master who couldn't learn martial arts, didn't practice spells, and had trouble running for his life.

So when Qian Xing picks a fight, he can solve it himself without even calling for help.

A few Qian family members who bully others and bully others are nothing more than bastards.

He is neither a murderous criminal cultivator nor a bloody evil cultivator. There is no tacit understanding between them, and the attack is completely unorganized, making it easy to deal with them.

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

Since he learned this fireball technique, he has never used it in actual combat once.

Now that I have tried it, the power is quite impressive.

Mo Hua nodded slightly, very satisfied.

However, Mo Hua then thought again, this fireball technique shouldn't be so powerful.

This idiot from the Qian family, who was at the ninth level of Qi refining, was suffering from some illness. He didn't dodge or evade, and even received this special fireball technique with his chest, and then he fell to the ground seriously injured.

Mo Hua spared his life and did not take his life.

He didn't want to cause trouble for anyone, so as not to cause trouble for Zhang Lan and himself.

But these Qian family disciples are not good people either.

Today they can follow Qian Xing to bully him, a young monk, but tomorrow they may be able to do whatever they want to do.

Even if there are no killers, 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 shot quickly. Within a moment, the fireballs flew out one by one.

Before some Qian family disciples understood what was happening, they were knocked down by Mo Hua's fireball technique again;

Some understood and wanted to run, but it was too late and they were directly hit by the fireball and fell to the ground unconscious;

Some wanted to fight to the death and rushed towards Mo Hua with all their strength, but his movement skills were obviously not faster than Mo Hua's attack. His face was covered by the fireball spell, and he fell miserably;

Others had already run a long way, but were immobilized by Mo Hua's Water Prison Technique, followed by a Fireball Technique, and were knocked down directly...

Fireballs were flying, wailing sounds were heard one after another, and the Qian family disciples fell to the ground one after another.

In an instant, Qian Xing was the only one left in the Qian family.

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

What just happened?

The kid Mo Hua stood still. He just raised his hand a few times and cast a few fireballs. All the family monks he led fell down one by one.

I want to get closer, but I can't get closer! I want to run away, but I can’t!

Qian Xing's expression changed drastically.

When did Mo Hua, the little brat, become so scary? !

"Am I still crazy and haven't woken up yet? What I just saw was just my hallucination?"

"What's in front of me isn't an ink painting, but a monster in human skin?"

Qian Xing's pupils trembled sharply and he fell into deep self-doubt.

In a daze, Qian Xing looked up and saw Mo Hua smiling at him from a distance.

This smile was innocent and innocent, but it also had a hint of evil, and it was so innocent that it was a bit scary.

Qian Xing screamed and fell to the ground. He climbed up a few times using his hands and feet, but could not get up.

When he finally struggled to get up, he found that at some point, Mo Hua was standing silently in front of him.

Qian Xing shouted with a trembling voice: "Don't come over! Don't eat me!"

Mo Hua was slightly startled.

Qian Xing's madness seems to be cured, but it doesn't seem to be completely cured. Occasionally, he still has some symptoms. The fear from the dream still lingered in his mind, occasionally confusing him with reality.

Mo Hua wanted to say something, but suddenly he frowned, turned his hand and took out the Qianjun stick, and swung it with "power like a Qianjun".

The stick hit Qian Xing on the arm, breaking his forearm and knocking out the talisman in his hand.

"Playing these little tricks in front of me?"

Mo Hua looked at Qian Xing with a half-smile.

Qian Xing gritted his teeth, endured the pain, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "Are you... Mo Hua?"

He doesn't believe it!

He only went crazy for a year or two, and when he woke up again, he found that Mo Hua was completely different from the Mo Hua he knew.

The kid who was strangled by his neck was actually able to play with him on his own!

As for him, he couldn't beat Mo Hua himself, and the disciples he called couldn't beat Mo Hua. Even the little tricks he played were seen through by Mo Hua.

How can this be?

Mo Hua looked at Qian Xing doubtfully, "Didn't your father tell you not to mess with me?"

Qian Xing was angry, his face turned blue and purple for a while.

His father told him.

Even the first thing he did when he woke up was to be warned by his father:

Don't mess with Mo Hua!

Not only did this not dispel his idea, it actually deepened his hatred.

He is a 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 the one-third of an acre of land in Tongxian City.

Now he has fallen into the hands of a low-born casual cultivator many times.

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

This made Qian Xing feel incredible.

They are from the Qian family. When have they ever experienced such cowardice?

The more his father prevents him from messing with Mo Hua, the more he wants 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 expressions in the ink paintings made him unpredictable, and the methods of the ink paintings also made him fearful.

Especially the innocent smile with a hint of evil that day, Qian Xing felt chilled in his heart when he thought of it.

Mo Hua was holding Qianjun stick and looking at Qian Xing, wondering what he was thinking.

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

"Really?"

Qian Xing struggled back, unaware of the pain of his broken arm, and murmured, "Don't come over here!"

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

Although he didn't originally intend to kill Qian Xing, he just wanted to scare him and ask some questions.

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

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

"What outsider?"

"Not from the Qian family."

Qian Xingdao: "As long as there is a blood relationship or a close relationship, it will be fine. However, the treatment is not likely to be good. Generally, they will be classified as side branches."

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

"Have you ever seen a stranger in your family?" Mo Hua asked again.

"Qian has many family members, and I can't possibly know them all."

"Is there any monk who doesn't look like your Qian family at first glance?"

Qian Xing frowned and said, "Why do you ask this?"

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

Qian Xing felt a chill in his heart, and then he remembered that his life was now in Mo Hua's hands. It was only his responsibility to ask him, and he had no right to ask him anything.

Qian Xing said aggrievedly: "No."

Mo Hua looked carefully and said: "You just said that you can't know everyone in the Qian family. Why are you so sure that there are no outsiders?"

Qian Xing explained honestly: "You may not be able to tell the difference by appearance, but you can tell if you are not from the Qian family, whether you live in the Qian family all year round, and whether your behavior does not conform to the family rules. Even if an outsider wears Qian family clothes, you can tell. Every move he makes will appear out of place..."

Mo Hua looked unmoved, but felt a little regretful in his heart.

If Qian Xing didn't lie, and there were very few outsiders in the Qian family, then no evil cultivators should have entered, at least not openly.

"Then, do the monks of your Qian family practice any strange techniques?"

Qian Xing was slightly startled, "A strange technique?"

"It means it can absorb people's spiritual power, suck people's blood, or collect tonic..."

Qian Xing sneered, "No matter how ignorant I am, I still know that these are evil skills and are prohibited by the Taoist order. How can the Qian family learn them?"

Qian Xing's tone was a bit sinister.

Mo Hua hit him on the head with a stick and said displeasedly:

"Why are you sneering? Pay attention to your attitude!"

Mo Hua did not activate the formation, so this stick was not very powerful, but it was a little painful.

Qian Xing gritted his teeth again, obviously not convinced, but his tone was more respectful, and he said honestly:

"The rules of the Qian family prohibit practicing evil arts. Anyone who violates them will have their family tree written off, their surname taken away, and they will be expelled from the family forever."

Mo Hua was a little surprised, this was a bit unlike what the Qian family did...

However, this could also be a ban imposed by the Taoist court, and it was added on the surface. As for what happened behind the scenes, it is unknown.

Mo Hua asked again: "Have your Qian family done anything bad..."

Halfway through the question, Mo Hua suddenly realized that the question was in vain.

The Qian family does bad things every day.

It would be strange not to do bad things.

Mo Hua then asked a few indirect questions, and Qian Xing answered them truthfully, and it seemed that he was not lying.

But the ink painting still found nothing. It could not prove that evil cultivators had entered the Qian family, nor could it prove that the Qian family had entered the Black Mountain Village.

Mo Hua sighed inwardly, and it seemed that he couldn't ask anything else.

But that's right, although Qian Xing is a direct descendant, he is still a playboy. Even if the Qian family colludes with Heishan Village, they will not tell Qian Xing about the matter.

Since he couldn't ask anything, Mo Hua could only let Qian Xing go and threatened:

"I'll let you go this time, but next time you mess with me, be careful with your life!"

Qian Xing's face was filled with joy. He didn't expect that Mo Hua would really let him go.

Qian Xing nodded quickly, and then ran towards Tongxian City regardless of his injuries or whether he was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Mo Hua looked at Qian Xing's back and shook his head.

Qian Xing really doesn't treat people as human beings.

Not only did he not treat outsiders as human beings, he did not treat even the disciples of the Qian family as human beings.

These disciples worked for him, but now they were seriously injured and fainted on the ground. He didn't even look at them and only focused on running for his life.

He uses his power to bully others and is fierce in appearance, but he himself is an idiot.

How did the Qian family produce such a loser?

Mo Hua felt a little emotional, and suddenly his heart moved, and he remembered what Qian Xing said to him with a ferocious face:

"I just need to take him to the mountain... let the monster eat his flesh bit by bit, and let him die in pain..."

Mo Hua frowned.

Dahei Mountain is dangerous, and Qian Xing doesn't look like he dares to enter Dahei Mountain.

And the Qian family are not monster hunters. They know how to kill people, but feeding people to monsters doesn't seem to be their style.

Qian Xing was running desperately, but as he ran, he suddenly realized that he couldn't move.

There were light blue chains condensing around him, locking him completely. Mo Hua dodged a few times and came to him.

Qian Xing said angrily: "You said you would let me go!"

"Let me ask you one last question..."

Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly, "When you caused trouble for me, did you say that you would take me to the mountain to feed the monsters?"

Qian Xing's expression changed, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Yes!"

"Have you done this kind of thing before?"

Qian Xing hesitated and said, "No."

Mo Hua was a little surprised and asked, "Did someone else from the Qian family do it?"

Qian Xing was slightly frightened and shook his head, but his eyes averted.

Mo Hua gradually became more confident and his eyes became sharper, "Have you seen the Qian family do this before?"

Qian Xingqiang calmly said: "I, I didn't!"

But his guilty look was simply trying to hide it.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly and he said, "Who is feeding people to monsters?"

Qian Xing didn't dare to look into Mo Hua's eyes. He looked around and said "no". Even if Mo Hua threatened him and said he would kill him, he didn't dare to say anything.

Mo Hua couldn't ask, so he took a step back and said:

"You can't say who it is, but you have to tell me what kind of monster it is."

Qian Xing looked panicked. He didn't dare to say who it was, but he was afraid that if he didn't say anything, Mo Hua would really take his life.

This place is remote and deserted, making it easier for Mo Hua to attack him, but now it is also easier for Mo Hua to attack him.

Qian Xing hesitated for a long time, and finally his fear of death took over, and he said in a low voice:

"It's... it's a pig."

Mo Hua's eyes flashed, "What kind of pig is it?"

Qian Xing hesitated for a long time, unable to speak.

Mo Hua said slowly: "Is it a pig that is fat, big, stupid, and covered in bloodstains..."

Qian Xing looked shocked and horrified:

"how do you know?!"