Asking about longevity

The disciples from the wealthy family recognized Dazhu and cursed: "Chen Dazhu, use your hammer and don't meddle in other people's business!"

Dazhu sneered, "None of your business!"

Mo Hua has great spiritual awareness. When the Qian family disciple punched him, he found that Dazhu was already standing behind him, so he did not hide.

Of course, it was also because he couldn't hide even if he wanted to.

The fists of the sixth-level physical practitioner of Qi Refining were quite fast, and his powerful spiritual consciousness gave Mo Hua enough time to react, but his weak physique was not enough to support his reaction.

Fortunately, Dazhu took the punch for him.

The Dazhu in Mo Hua's impression is still the weapon-making apprentice who always smiles naively, treats others generously, and likes to eat noodles at his own home. At this time, Dazhu's expression is indifferent and there is a hint of cruelty.

"Chen Dazhu, get out of the way!" the Qian family disciple threatened.

Dazhu not only refused to let him go, but also lifted Mo Hua up and put it behind him. He blocked Mo Hua himself, with a nonchalant look on his face: "I won't let you!"

Dazhu was ten years older than Mo Hua, and he was much taller than Mo Hua. He stood in front of Mo Hua and covered the ink painting so tightly that no one in the Qian family could even see Mo Hua.

When the disciples of the Qian family saw that Chen Dazhu was refusing to eat, they advised him: "Chen Dazhu, this kid is not related to you, how can he do this?"

"I'm happy, it's none of your business!"

Dazhu was not good at words and wanted to curse a few more words, but couldn't think of any words. He also felt that his momentum was a little weaker, so he secretly turned his head and glanced at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua understood, so he stuck his head out and said, "So what if we're not relatives or friends? If you and Qian Xing are related, he still treats you like dogs!"

When Dazhu heard this, he quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes! I treat you like dogs!"

A group of Qian family disciples were blushing, but they could not refute.

Qian Xing's attitude towards them, even saying that he treated them like dogs, was considered to be flattering them.

Qian Xing saw that the situation was wrong and said coldly: "You want to go against the Qian family?"

What if Dazhu just wanted to be right? He found that Mo Hua tugged on his sleeve, and he knew that Mo Hua wouldn't let him speak, so he simply shut up.

Mo Hua poked his head out again and said: "Qian Xing, if your father knew that you were bullying others in the name of the family and ruining the Qian family's reputation, do you think he would regret giving birth to you? Could it be that you are where your father came from? Did you bring him back? In fact, your father is not your father, and your mother is not your mother either?"

Qian Xing could tell that he was calling him a bastard, not even a bastard from the Qian family.

Qian Xing had always been pampered and felt that he had not suffered as much humiliation in his life as he did today. He waved his hand behind him and said viciously:

"Beat to death! The skin was beaten! The tendons were ripped out! Over at Daotingsi, I will ask someone to say hello, so you don't have to worry!"

Seeing Qian Xing's eyes red, Mo Hua quietly said to Dazhu: "Brother Dazhu, there are many of them, let's take the opportunity to run away.

There was no fear on Dazhu's face, "It's okay, there are quite a few of us."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a commotion behind him. A group of teenagers carrying sticks and hammers came over and stood behind Dazhu.

"Brother Zhuzi, we got all the guys!" A young man shouted loudly.

Mo Hua looked at it and found that most of them were disciples who were refining weapons with Master Chen. The weapons they had were of course hammers and some sticks. Some of them were glowing red, as if they had just been drawn from the refining furnace. The spiritual weapon embryo that came out.

Everyone stood behind the big pillar, invisibly surrounding Mo Hua in the middle.

A few Qian family disciples were a little timid. They were only at the seventh level of Qi refining at most, and most of the others were at the sixth level of Qi refining. Although their cultivation levels were higher than those of their opponents, they were used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Even though I had my hands on it, I didn’t feel confident about it.

The people on the opposite side were all weapons-smithing students. They were tall and tall, with arms as thick as hammers and fists as big as casseroles. They didn't want to know what it felt like to be hit.

What's more, these low-level monks dare to risk their lives, but they don't dare.

"Sir, the situation is not right, why don't we retreat first and we won't cause trouble for him next time." Someone whispered to Qian Xing.

"What did you say?"

Qian Xing's eyes were red and he stared at him.

The disciple of the Qian family said with a trembling voice: "We... are also worried about the safety of the young master. If you take action, if you make any mistakes, we can't explain it to the head of the family..."

"I am raising you, not my father. What you should be thinking about is how to explain to me." Qian Xing patted the Qian family disciple's face, "Letting that brat die is the best explanation! Otherwise, what do you think? How do you want to explain it to me?"

Several Qian family disciples broke into cold sweats.

Qian Xing continued: "Don't worry, I have already called someone. You wait for a while, and when it is done, each of you will receive one hundred spirit stones. If any of you kills that boy Mo Hua, I will tell my father to give him a dollar." A quota for direct family members.”

Several people looked at each other in confusion. Can all the direct quotas be taken out?

Whether it's true or not, it's worth the fight.

A disciple of the Qian family gritted his teeth and said, "I am willing to share my worries for you!"

He turned around and shouted to Dazhu: "Dazhu, I have something to tell you." Then he walked towards Dazhu. When he walked in front of Dazhu, he suddenly pulled out a knife and slashed at Dazhu. The knife was wrapped with cyan spiritual power and a gloomy aura.

Dazhu raised his brows and snorted coldly, blood surged all over his body, and he raised the sledgehammer in his hand to meet him.

The Qian disciple's knife suddenly turned around, avoiding the sledgehammer, and struck at the ink painting behind Dazhu.

This was his plan. He would not die if he took Dazhu's blow, but would be seriously injured at most. But Mo Hua would definitely die if he took his blow! If you can exchange a little injury for a place in the direct line of the family, it must be profitable!

Although it happened suddenly, Mo Hua had actually known for a long time that he was going to strike with this knife. The trace of the spiritual power of the knife was clearly visible in his consciousness. However, this attack took only a moment and he had no time to speak. With his Even the body refining ability cannot dodge.

Just when he was about to be hit by the knife, a weapon-refining disciple pulled his collar back, and the tip of the knife fell from in front of him. Mo Hua could even feel the pressure of spiritual power on his forehead. Mild pain.

Dazhu watched him draw the sword, and then saw him change his moves to attack Mo Hua, but the hammer was too heavy and he had no time to change his moves, so he could only worry in his heart. Fortunately, Mo Hua escaped without any danger.

Dazhu felt happy in his heart, but then he became extremely angry and stopped holding back. The blood from all over his body poured into the hammer in his hand, and he smashed it down hard.

The Qian family disciple was hit in the back and fell heavily to the ground. A mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, and there was a crunching sound in his ears. It was the sound of his own bones breaking.

He thought he would be injured, but he didn't expect the injury to be so severe. When he was unconscious, he felt like he was kicked away and fell heavily. He didn't know what happened after that.

"Bitch, you're playing dirty!"

"The rats in the stinking ditch are not as dirty as him!"

"Beat them!"

The young weapon-smelting boys were filled with indignation, raised their sticks, swung their hammers, and rushed towards the Qian family disciples. The disciples of the Qian family could only bite the bullet and challenge.

On the empty street, monks on both sides started fighting.