Chapter 83 Big Pillar

The Qian family's disciple recognized Dazhu and cursed, "Chen Dazhu, swing your hammer well and don't meddle in other people's business!"

Dazhu sneered, "It's none of your business!"

Mo Hua's spiritual awareness was extraordinary. When the Qian family's disciple punched him, he found that Dazhu was standing behind him, so he didn't dodge.

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

The fist of the sixth-level Qi Refining Body Cultivator was still quite fast. The powerful spiritual awareness 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.

In Mo Hua's impression, Dazhu was still the weapon refining apprentice who always smiled naively, treated people kindly, and liked to eat noodles at his home. At this time, Dazhu's expression was cold and indifferent, but there was also a hint of ruthlessness.

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

Dazhu not only refused to let him go, but also lifted Mohua up and put him behind him, and stood in front of Mohua, with a nonchalant look on his face: "I won't let him go!"

Dazhu is ten years older than Mohua, and he is much taller than Mohua. He stood in front of Mohua, covering Mohua tightly, and the Qian family couldn't even see Mohua's figure.

The Qian family disciples saw that Chen Dazhu was stubborn, so they advised: "Chen Dazhu, this kid is not related to you, is it worth it to take the lead?"

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

Dazhu is not good at speaking, and wants to curse a few more words, but he can't think of words. He also feels that his momentum is a little weak, so he secretly turned his head and glanced at Mohua.

Mo Hua understood, and stuck his head out and said, "So what if we are not related? You are related to Qian Xing, but he still treats you like dogs!"

Da Zhu heard it and nodded in agreement, "That's right! He treats you like dogs!"

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

No matter what Qian Xing's attitude towards them was, saying that he treated them like dogs was a compliment to them.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Qian Xing said coldly, "Do you want to go against the Qian family?"

Da Zhu was about to say, "So what if I go against you?" But he found that Mo Hua pulled his sleeve, and he knew that Mo Hua didn't want him to say anything, so he simply shut up.

Mo Hua stuck his head out again and said, "Qian Xing, if your father knew that you were bullying others with the name of the family and ruined the reputation of the Qian family, do you think he would regret giving birth to you? Did your father bring you back from somewhere? In fact, your father is not your father, and your mother is not your mother?"

Qian Xing heard that this was calling him a bastard, not even a bastard of the Qian family.

Qian Xing had always been pampered and felt that he had never suffered more humiliation than today. He waved his hand behind him and said viciously:

"Beat him to death! Skin him! Pull out his tendons! I'll have someone say hello to Daotingsi, don't worry!"

Mo Hua saw Qian Xing's eyes were red, so he whispered to Da Zhu: "Brother Da Zhu, there are many of them, let's take the opportunity to run."

Da Zhu had no fear on his face, "It's okay, we have a lot of people."

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 Da Zhu.

"Brother Zhu, we've got all the weapons!" A teenager shouted loudly.

Mo Hua looked around and found that most of them were disciples who followed Master Chen to refine weapons. Of course, the weapons they used were hammers, and there were also some sticks and the like. Some of them were still glowing red, as if they were spiritual weapon embryos just pulled out of the refining furnace.

Everyone stood behind Da Zhu, invisibly surrounding Mo Hua in the middle.

Several disciples of the Qian family were a little timid. They were at most at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and most of the others were at the sixth level of Qi Refining. Although their cultivation was higher than that of the opponents, they were used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong. When they really started fighting, they were not sure.

The opponents were all learning to refine weapons. They were tall and strong, with arms as thick as hammers and fists as big as casserole. They didn't want to experience the feeling of being hit.

What's more, these low-level cultivators were all willing to fight to the death, but they didn't dare.

"Young Master, the situation is not right. How about we retreat first and trouble him next time." Someone whispered to Qian Xing.

"What did you say?"

Qian Xing's eyes were red, staring at him intently.

The Qian family disciple said in a trembling voice: "We... are also worried about the safety of the young master. If you get into trouble, we won't be able to explain to the head of the family..."

"I am the one who raised you, not my father. You should think about how to explain to me." Qian Xing patted the face of the Qian family disciple, "Let that kid die, that's the best explanation! Otherwise, think about how to explain to me."

Several Qian family disciples were sweating.

Qian Xing continued: "Don't worry, I have called people. You can delay for a while. After the matter is done, each of you will get 100 spirit stones. If any of you kills that kid Mo Hua, I will tell my father to give him a quota for the direct lineage of the Qian family."

Several people looked at each other. The quota for the direct lineage... can be taken out?

Whether it is true or not, it is worth a try.

A Qian family disciple gritted his teeth and said: "I am willing to share the worries of the young master!"

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 chopped at Dazhu. The knife was wrapped with green spiritual power and a sinister aura.

Dazhu raised his eyebrows, snorted coldly, and the blood in his body surged. The sledgehammer in his hand went up to meet it.

The knife of the Qian family disciple suddenly turned, avoiding the sledgehammer, and chopped towards Mo Hua behind Dazhu.

This was what he had planned. If he took Dazhu's hammer, he would not die, at most he would be seriously injured, but if Mo Hua took his knife, he would definitely die! Using a little injury to exchange for a quota for the family's direct lineage must be a profit!

Although it happened suddenly, Mo Hua actually knew that he was going to chop with the knife. The spiritual power trajectory of the knife was clearly visible in his consciousness, but the attack and turn happened in just a moment. He had no time to speak, and he couldn't dodge with his body refining ability.

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 in front of him in a dangerous way. Mo Hua could even feel the slight pain of spiritual pressure on his forehead.

Dazhu watched him draw his knife, and then watched him change his moves to chop at Mo Hua, but the hammer was too heavy, and he had no time to change his moves. He could only worry in his heart. Fortunately, Mo Hua dodged it safely.

Dazhu was relieved, and then he was extremely angry. He no longer held back. The blood in his body poured into the iron hammer in his hand and smashed it down fiercely.

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

He thought he would be injured, but he didn't expect the injury to be so serious. When his consciousness was blurred, he felt that he was kicked away by someone, and then fell heavily, and then he was unconscious.

"Bitch, you're playing dirty tricks!"

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

"Beat them!"

The weapon-making teenagers were filled with righteous indignation, raised their sticks and hammers, and rushed towards the Qian family disciples. The Qian family disciples could only bite the bullet and fight back.

On the empty street, the monks on both sides started a melee.