Situ Fang led the Daotingsi's chief officer and rushed into the backyard of Baihua Building.

After a moment, spiritual power overflowed, the sound of war, the sound of exclamation, the sound of screaming and the sound of the shattering of the building were intertwined.

Mo Hua was very curious, and after thinking about it, he said to Qinglan:

"You find a place to hide, don't come out."

Qinglan was a little nervous, but nodded.

After that, Mo Hua and the other two also used their body skills. They went to the second floor and looked into the backyard from the window.

Baihua Building is divided into two buildings, front and back, with a courtyard in the middle.

The front building is the front hall, used for banquets, female cultivators singing and dancing, and the back building is the wing room, which is used for brothel business.

In the middle of the back building is a courtyard with mountains and water and flowers.

The courtyard is spacious and the view is pleasant.

Behind the courtyard is the back building, which surrounds the courtyard on three sides.

The corridors of high-rise buildings are connected, and the wing rooms are exquisite. There are big red lanterns and pink curtains hanging in the corridor, which has a strong smell of powder.

There are various formations arranged between the corridors, some are reinforced, some are soundproof, some are dust-producing, and some are illuminated.

The light pink lights illuminate the entire backyard loft beautifully and romantic.

Mo Hua was a little unhappy.

The mine repairs in the mine are difficult and life is at stake. The formations drawn inside are extremely shallow.

A place like Baihualou that is greedy for fun, but the formation is so complete.

He even used formations to set off the atmosphere and exaggerate the mood.

It's really an excessive amount.

At this moment, a sudden burst of spiritual power was shattered, bricks and stones were broken, and wood chips flew.

Ink paintings look in the sound.

I saw that the doors and windows of a room were completely broken on the second floor in the distance, and the formations on both sides were also destroyed.

And in the corridor, two foundation-building monks were fighting.

One person is in a dark clothes, and the other is in a gray clothes.

The Xuanyi monk is the foundation-building elder of the Situ family, named Situ Jin.

The gray-clothed monk covered in face had a gloomy aura around him, and it is most likely that Mo Hua was looking for, the person behind the mine who bought the corpse.

Situ Fang took the chief officer of the Daotingsi in Nanyue City to guard the surroundings to prevent the gray-clothed monk from escaping.

They are all Qi-refining cultivators, and they cannot compete with the foundation-building power, but they can form a formation and go through a move or two with the foundation-building, and delay for a moment.

The monks of the Daotingsi were on high alert.

In the corridor, Situ Jin and the man in gray frequently fought each other.

Mo Hua looked at it for a while and frowned.

Bai Zisheng whispered:

"This monk in gray seems to have some food..."

Mo Hua couldn't help but nodded, "It's a good person..."

It looks sinister and has very feminine spiritual power, but its cultivation is really weak. Even among ordinary monks in the early stage of foundation building, it is still at the bottom.

Among the foundation-building monks I have seen in Mo Hua, this gray-clothed monk is the weakest.

Even in Tongxian City, the elderly Zhou Zhangsi and Mr. An, who is not good at Taoism, are better than him when they start to fight.

This gray-clothed monk is a personal practitioner, but his qi and blood are not strong, and his martial arts are also common.

In addition, he seemed to have learned a few magic tricks.

It seems to be a earth poison technique, but he obviously does not follow the path of spiritual cultivation. This magic is okay to deal with qi refining, but it is really not enough to deal with cultivators of the same level.

The gray monk revealed a half-baked aura from top to bottom.

Mo Hua's brow frowned even tighter.

How can it be so delicious?

Even he couldn't stand it anymore.

The same is true for the situation on the field. Situ Jin's palm is as strong as the wind, and he has been pressing against the gray-clothed monk.

The gray-clothed monk was struggling and could barely support him.

He wanted to escape, but there were Zhengshi stops him around him. Every time he wanted to rush out, he would be delayed for a while and then be entangled by Situ Jin.

After dozens of rounds, the gray-clothed monk was about to lose, so he jumped, jumped down from the building, and fell into the garden. A gray light flashed around him and disappeared.

Situ Jin then landed on the ground, looked around and frowned.

Mo Hua was also a little surprised and turned around and asked:

"What kind of Taoism is this?"

Bai Zisheng hesitated and said, "Is this...a escape technique?"

Bai Zixi nodded, "It is the earth-moving escape technique in the Five Elements Escape Technique."

"Escape technique?" Mo Hua blinked.

Bai Zixi explained:

"The escape technique is actually a kind of body technique, but it is just a special purpose for escaping. When used, spiritual power covers the whole body and merges with the five elements of heaven and earth to hide the breath and escape from the heaven."

And the gray-clothed monk finally used earth escape to avoid revealing his trump card.

Once this kind of escape technique is known, it will be much easier to be wary of.

Mo Hua understood and praised him sincerely:

"Sister Sister, you know a lot!"

“It’s very simple.”

Bai Zixi said lightly, but her slender eyebrows raised slightly, and there was a slight pride in her eyes.

Bai Zisheng couldn't help but say:

"Mo Hua, you can flatter."

Ink painting said unhappy:

"To be honest, how can you flatter? Besides, why don't I flatter you? Isn't it because you don't know?"

Bai Zisheng had nothing to say.

In terms of knowledge of Taoism, he is indeed not as good as his younger sister Zixi.

Not only is the knowledge of practicing Taoism, but in many aspects, it is not as good as...

Bai Zisheng stopped fighting with Mo Hua, but frowned and said, "When using the escape technique, is that person going to run away?"

Mo Hua smiled and said, "He can't escape."

The spiritual consciousness of the gray-clothed monk is only ten lines.

And the spiritual consciousness of ink painting is twelve patterns!

Mo Hua's expression condensed, closed her eyes, focused her whole mind, released her spiritual consciousness and extended it to the extreme.

Searching for traces of the gray-clothed monk in the white spiritual vision.

After a moment, Mo Hua opened her eyes and pointed to luck, and a fireball condensed from her fingertips.

Then the technique moves at will. In an instant, the fireball flew into the garden, exploded on a piece of grass, turning the grass into ashes.

The grass and trees turned into ashes, and a black face appeared on the charred ground.

The monk in gray looked confused.

Where did the fireball technique come from, and how did it hit me?

This fireball technique also attracted Situ Jin's attention.

Then he also discovered the movements of the monk in gray.

Situ Jin, who was looking for fruitlessness, was excited, and used his spiritual power to slap the gray-clothed monk with one palm.

The gray-clothed monk could not dodge and was hit by his palm. He was beaten out of shape. He was dressed in rags and had a black and gray face.

Although the fireball technique of ink painting is powerful, it is not very harmful to foundation building, but it only makes him feel a little embarrassed.

The gray-clothed monk cursed, took a few steps back, and pounced on the ground, disappearing.

Situ Jin frowned, and he could no longer find anyone again.

At this moment, another rapid fireball technique flew past in the air, landing in the garden, exploded a flower and tree, forcing the gray-clothed monk to take the tracks.
To be continued...