Chapter 85 Confrontation

"Is this... a spell?" an apprentice asked stutteringly.

Dazhu shook his head. He didn't know what happened.

He only saw Mo Hua splashing spiritual ink on Qian Xing. Qian Xing tried to grab Mo Hua in pain. Mo Hua turned around and kicked Qian Xing, but he was knocked away. Then Qian Xing exploded...

"By the way, Mo Hua!"

The explosion just now was so loud that it was unknown whether Mo Hua was injured. Mo Hua was not a physical cultivator. If he was blown up, it would be dangerous.

Dazhu and the others hurriedly ran towards Mo Hua. Halfway through, they found that Mo Hua had stood up by himself. He patted his butt. When he saw Dazhu and the others, he looked worried and asked:

"Brother Dazhu, are you okay..."

Everyone: "..."

"Mo Hua, are you okay?" Dazhu asked.

"Well, it's okay. I just scratched my skin a little, and my neck hurts a little." Mo Hua touched his neck. There were still some bruises where Qian Xing had pinched him just now.

Where is Qian Xing?

Mo Hua searched for a long time before he found Qian Xing, whose body was charred and covered with blood. He was not sure whether he was dead or alive.

The power of the Earth Fire Formation was stronger than Mo Hua had imagined. He did not notice it when the tree was blown up, but the effect of blowing people up was very obvious.

"Mo Hua, what is going on..." Da Zhu asked in a low voice.

Before Mo Hua could answer, a middle-aged monk arrived and came to Qian Xing's side in the blink of an eye. He frowned and felt Qian Xing's breath before he was slightly relieved.

The middle-aged monk took out a few pills and stuffed them into Qian Xing's mouth. Then he looked around with an eagle-like gaze and said in a cold voice: "Who did it?"

The voice was infused with spiritual power, which made Mo Hua's ears buzz.

A cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining!

Mo Hua's scalp was numb. Just when he was about to stand up, he was stopped by Da Zhu. Da Zhu whispered, "We don't need to intervene in matters concerning the ninth level of Qi Refining."

Sure enough, a big man with a wolfskin wrapped around his waist walked out of the crowd and shouted, "Children are playing around. Why are you joining in the fun at your age, Qian Zhongli?"

The middle-aged cultivator called Qian Zhongli sneered, "Is your child playing like this?"

The big man laughed, "If he has this ability, I will let him play!"

Qian Zhongli said, "Don't fool me here. Hand over the person. I have an explanation. Otherwise, you will not have a good ending."

The big man stopped laughing and immediately frowned, "Qian Zhongli, you bastard, am I giving you face? Being polite to you is giving you face. Don't be shameless!"

"I say it again, hand over the person! Don't think I dare not do it!"

Qian Zhongli said with anger.

"I'll say it again. If I tell you to get out, then get out. What if you do it? Am I afraid?"

The big man was not polite either.

Qian Zhongli said this, but he was really afraid of the big man and didn't dare to do it easily. He just threatened: "The elders of the Qian family will be here soon. Don't make a big deal. It will be difficult for everyone to deal with it."

"What's the matter? Are you bullying us casual cultivators by relying on your Qian family's power?" The big man looked unmoved.

"Do you have to take the lead?"

"You can arrest people here today, and you can shit on our heads tomorrow. What kind of character is the young master of your Qian family? Don't you know it yourself? I can ignore him bullying people, but he deserves it if he bullies people, and you don't even think about interfering!"

"The Qian family has a foundation-building cultivator..."

"What's the matter? Only your Qian family has a foundation-building cultivator? What's wrong with the foundation-building stage? Bullying the younger generation of the Qi-refining stage for fun? You've cultivated to a dog's stomach at such an old age?" The big man cursed. "You have to tell me about the little things that happened when your Qian family got rich?"

Qian Zhongli knew that he couldn't win the argument. If he continued, he didn't know what the big man would say, so he said:

"Okay, I can leave him for now, but you tell me first, what's going on here? Who hurt the third young master by what means?"

"Isn't it clear yet?" The big man chuckled and said, "You little bastard young master wanted to bully people with magic, but you didn't learn the skills well. The magic didn't hit anyone, but blew yourself into this ghost! If you can't understand this, what are your eyes for nothing?"

The big man closed his eyes and talked nonsense, throwing the blame cleanly, and Qian Zhongli vomited blood after hearing it.

How could Qian Xing know any magic? Even if he did, he was only in the middle stage of Qi Refining. What kind of magic could cause such a big commotion?

"Don't make a fuss!" Qian Zhongli said angrily.

"Then tell me, what's going on? Can you find a cultivator among this group of people who can use such a powerful spell?"

The big man pointed to Mo Hua, "If you can find one, I will let you take him away without saying anything!"

Qian Zhongli was speechless.

Among this group of cultivators, the highest one was only at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and they simply did not have enough spiritual power to use such a spell. Although some of them had enough cultivation, they could be seen at a glance as physical cultivators. Physical cultivators used martial arts and Taoist methods to attack, which was completely different from the spells of spiritual cultivators.

Qian Zhongli scanned the area with his spiritual sense again and again, and even he began to doubt himself. Could it be that the person who hurt Young Master Qian Xing was not among them? It was indeed not like there was anyone who could use such magic in this group of cultivators.

Mo Hua, who was mixed in the crowd, shrank his head. There was no one who could use magic, but there was one who could use formations...

However, Qian Zhongli did not take Mo Hua, who was at the fourth level of Qi Refining, seriously at all.

"How is it? You have nothing to say, right?" The big man sneered.

Qian Zhongli frowned, "No matter what, I want an explanation."

The big man also got angry, "You want your mother's explanation, you want to make trouble, right! Then let's talk about it with your cultivation level. Let's see whether I beat you to tears today, or you will be beaten to the ground by me!"

The big man pulled out a murderous mace, with dark red blood on the tip of the teeth, emitting a sinister aura. One look at it shows that many monsters have died under the mace.

Qian Zhongli didn't want to fight, but he had no choice but to fight at this time. He could only take out his sword, and his whole body was full of spiritual power. He looked stronger, but he didn't have the confidence to face the big man holding a mace and sneering.

Just then, someone shouted to stop, and a monk wearing a Taoist robe of the Dao Ting Division came over. Mo Hua looked closely and found that it was Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan was usually idle, but wearing the Taoist robe of the Dao Ting Division at this time, he was really majestic.

"The Dao Ting Division is responsible for this matter." Zhang Lan looked like he was doing business.

"Zhang Dianshi, this matter..."

Qian Zhongli wanted to say something, but Zhang Lan raised his hand to stop him, "I said, the Dao Ting Division is responsible for this matter, and everyone who has nothing to do with it should leave!"

Qian Zhongli didn't want to leave, and the big man looked fearless, and the two of them were in a stalemate for a while.

Zhang Lan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the wolf-skinned big man, "It's not appropriate to make a big deal," and then he said to Qian Zhongli, "Don't lose the family's face."

Qian Zhongli gritted his teeth and saluted, saying, "It's all up to the Dianshi to decide!"

The big man also clasped his fists, then glanced at Mo Hua and waved his hand, "Little brat, what are you looking at, hurry up and leave!"

Mo Hua and the others slipped away tactfully.

Da Zhu and the others had a fight and were more or less injured. Mo Hua led them to find Mr. Feng for treatment. Qian Zhongli took the seriously injured Qian Xing away, and he didn't even look at the other Qian family disciples.

Seeing this, the big man sneered and also walked away.

After a while, several Dao Tingsi monks came and cleaned up the scene under the command of Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan was originally lazy nearby, and he rushed over after hearing the explosion, and saw Qian Zhongli and the big man confronting each other. As for what happened, he didn't know.

But he was the director of the Daoting Division after all, and he couldn't just ignore everything. He had to pretend when it was time to do something.

Zhang Lan searched the scene carefully, then looked at the spiritual ink on the ground and the array paper that was almost burned to ashes, and murmured: "Could it be an array?"

Who would use this array?

Not every cultivator can learn arrays, especially in a small place like Tongxian City.

Zhang Lan remembered the curious little face of Mo Hua that flashed in the crowd just now.

He originally thought that Mo Hua was mixed in to watch the fun, but at this moment, a somewhat absurd idea suddenly popped up, and Zhang Lan's eyelids couldn't help but jump.

"No way, this kid is not so evil..."

There will be two more chapters later~