Sun Ze said in a panic: "Yes..."

Sun Yi was a little lost, and after a long time, he murmured:

"I've misunderstood..."

He originally thought that the young monk who looked the most inconspicuous was just serving tea and water to serve his master.

But he didn't expect that not only did he know formations, but his magic was so powerful.

Moreover, he is quick-witted and has a very experienced fighting experience.

Sun Ze said in a hatred: "Dad, we must avenge this revenge!"

Sun Yi did not respond, but looked at his son coldly, "Did you tell him the details of our Sun family?"

"No! Dad, you have to believe me!" Sun Ze swears.

Sun Yi snorted coldly.

He believed in this son too much, and he must have said what he should have said, and he should not have said everything.

Sun Yi's eyes flashed, and after thinking for a while, he slowly said:

"Let's hold our troops first."

"But Dad, I can't help but breathe."

Sun Ze said in a hatred.

He went to see the alchemist, and the alchemist said that his arms were burned by fire. He could not use his spiritual power for a short time, and other parts of his body were also injured.

Especially in my head, I was hit by Mo Hua for a few sticks, but it is still buzzing now.

The most important thing is that he was disfigured.

The fireball technique came to his face. Although Sun Ze had covered his face, he was still injured by the anger, and there were a few burning marks on his face.

Sun Ze couldn't swallow this.

Sun Yi snorted coldly: "I can't help it, so I can endure it."

Sun Zeyu's anger was not gone, and suddenly frowned.

This doesn't look like his father's behavior.

In Qianjia Town, the Sun family has always been vengeful, so how could they tolerate it?

"Dad, do you have any other plans?" Sun Ze asked.

Sun Yi touched his chin and asked:

"You said, will this little devil really find the formation passed down by our Sun family?"

Sun Ze immediately sneered, "Impossible!"

Sun Yi glanced at him coldly.

Sun Ze calmed down, and this time he thought about it with his brain, and his heart skipped a beat:

"It seems...it's really possible."

Sun Ze thought carefully again:

"This little ghost has an extraordinary identity, extraordinary magic, and his formation skills seem to be very extraordinary."

"I destroyed all the formations he drew. I didn't pay attention to them at that time. Looking back at this time, those formations were drawn very well. And they were drawn quickly and well, better than you, dad..."

Sun Ze was halfway through, and dared not say anything.

Sun Yi snorted coldly, "Tell me."

"Better than you...you draw..."

Sun Yi was not angry, but instead he felt a sudden jump in his heart and thought to himself that it was indeed the case.

This innocent little devil is actually a rare formation genius.

Among this group of people, perhaps this little devil is the real key figure.

The key is that he is still so young.

"There is heaven beyond the sky, and there are people beyond the sky..." Sun Yi sighed.

"Or, dad... let's just let it go?" Sun Ze said tentatively.

"Why forget it?"

"Genius of Formation, isn't it wise for us to provoke him..."

"So what about the formation genius?" Sun Yi sneered, "This world of cultivation is vast, with hundreds of cultivators and countless geniuses. Even if the talent is good, it cannot grow up, it is no different from mediocre talents."

Sun Ze was a little confused and said in confusion:

"Dad, what exactly do you want to do?"

Sun Yi's eyes froze, "Let's wait."

"wait?"

"Wait until that little devil finds out the formation passed down by our Sun family, and then catch them all in one go, and reap the benefits of the fisherman."

Sun Yi sneered, "At that time, the Sun family's formation will return to the original owner, and the little ghost who can draw the formation will also be used by my Sun family."

Sun Ze was a little worried:

"What if there were foundation-building monks among them?"

Sun Yi said: "I have planned it over the past few days. Even if there is foundation building among them, there is only one at most..."

"And in our Sun family, I am the foundation building, and in addition to this, there are hundreds of Qi-refining disciples."

"When the time comes, I will hold the foundation-building monk. Can hundreds of Sun family disciples still not be able to hold on to the remaining few Qi-refining monks?"

Sun Yi snorted coldly again, "No matter how powerful the little ghost magic is, it can win eight or nine. Even if it is consumed, it can still consume all his spiritual power."

"He can't escape his spiritual power by exhausting all his energy."

Sun Ze still had some concerns, "Even if we catch him, can he listen to my Sun family?"

Sun Yi smiled and continued:

"We will hold them all and use his master or senior brothers as a threat, so we will not worry about his disobedience."

"When he grows up, he picks out a woman from the Sun family and forcibly marry him. Once he gives birth to a child, he will be bound to our Sun family."

"The children have bloodlines in my Sun family and are connected by blood. He is considered half of the Sun family. Naturally, he has to do his best to do his best to do things for our Sun family..."

Sun Ze was shocked, "Dad, you are so wise...you are wise."

Sun Yi smiled complacently, he turned his head and looked at the spiritual field in the distance, looking forward to it:

"Look for us, find this lost formation for our Sun family..."

...

Mo Hua was indeed looking for a formation, but after searching for a long time, he still had no clue.

He ran to ask Mr. Zhuang:

"Master, is the formation in the spiritual field?"

The Sun family could not be kept, so Mr. Zhuang lived with Old Man Ding's house.

Although Old Man Ding’s family is poor, the yard is quite large.

Mr. Zhuang then put up a pair of bamboo chairs in the yard again. He sat on the bamboo chairs for no reason, looking leisurely at the green mountains, green waters, blue sky and white clouds.

When he heard Mo Hua ask him, Mr. Zhuang smiled mysteriously, "What do you think?"

Mo Hua nodded, "I think so."

"Since you have guesses, please look for it patiently."

Mr. Zhuang said leisurely, without any rush.

Ink painting is a little worried.

He has been searching for many days, but there are still no clues.

There are only six formation patterns in the spiritual field, as well as some other soil-related formations.

There is no formation with first-grade nine-line patterns, let alone the ultimate formation with nine-line patterns or above.

Seeing Mo Hua wrinkled her little face, Mr. Zhuang said:

"What are the several elements of the formation?"

"Array media, array patterns, array pivots, array eyes."

This is a basic formation question, and the ink paintings are naturally answered.

"Then you should think about it from these perspectives, but don't limit yourself to the existing knowledge of formations."

Mr. Zhuang said, and then he looked at the world in the distance, with a meaningful look:
To be continued...