This is a earth-based formation.

The ink painting also communicated with a little bit of authenticity, so the entire formation also had a wide and deep charm.

Both form and spirit.

The neatness of the "form" can be achieved through hard work, but the charm of the "spirit" cannot be simply drawn.

Needless to say, they knew they had lost.

Finally, it’s a comparison of who draws it hard.

A disciple of a noble family came up, dressed in white and looked handsome. I remember that this disciple was the direct descendant of the Wen family in Ganzhou, named Wenxuan.

Wenxuan looked calm and dipped in ink to start his pen. He drew a second-grade eleven-patterned formation.

The ink painting was a little surprised, but at the same time, I felt moved.

The children of aristocratic families are indeed extraordinary. In the early stage of foundation building, there is a genius who can draw the second-grade eleven-patterned formation.

It's really rare and valuable...

Mo Hua nodded.

Since you are a genius, you must "care" and encourage it.

Let them see a little gap and have the motivation to catch up.

But they cannot see too much gap, so they feel desperate and lose the confidence to pursue the formation path.

Ink painting is considered "with good intentions".

Then he thought about it and then picked a second-grade twelve-patterned formation, slowed down, looked solemn, and drew it "to do his best".

Wenxuan's face turned pale after seeing it and said in a lost voice:

"Twelve lines..."

He looked at the formation, then looked at the Mohua, and bowed, "I admit defeat."

But the eyes of Mo Hua were bright and energetic.

A fierce fighting spirit ignited in his eyes, as if he regarded ink painting as his "opponent" for his life.

Mo Hua nodded with "relief".

At this point, the competition is probably over.

All the disciples were silent.

I don’t know if I really competed, but I realized that in the formation, they really couldn’t beat Mo Hua…

If you don’t specialize in formations and don’t have a deep understanding of formations, you just think the competition is very fast.

A group of disciples went up to draw a formation, and then came down. Some of them knew that they had lost before they even finished drawing.

Going up quickly and falling down quickly means losing quickly.

Only those who are truly proficient in formations know that the gap here is too big...

They vaguely felt that there was a deep gap between them and the ink painting.

This gap is right in front of you, but it seems that you can't cross it.

Even if he didn't pay attention, he fell into a ditch and drowned...

The ink paintings that have always been easy-going also seem "unfathomable" in their eyes for the first time...

But I feel that the ink painting is still not over.

He hasn't taken much action yet.

Seeing that no one was talking, Mo Hua looked around and asked curiously:

"Is there any more?"

The disciples were suffocated, and then they looked at the ink painting with a slightly "humiliation".

It seems that ink painting is a very hateful but invincible "little devil king".

At this time, another disciple with a square face and a serious expression, who seemed to be unable to stand up to Mo Hua's "evil deeds".

"I'll do it!"

Mo Hua saw that he was familiar with him, but he didn't know his name.

The disciple said, "My surname is Zheng, my name is Fang, and I am a member of the Zheng family in Zhenzhou."

"Zheng Fang?"

Mo Hua remembered it and asked, "What are you going to compare?"

Zheng Fang shook his head, "I think I am not as good as you in formation, but I am dissatisfied with you if you teach me, so I want to take a test for you."

"Test me?"

"Not bad." Zheng Fang nodded, "My Zheng family has a secret formation. I'll draw it for you. You must draw it within an hour."

"If you draw it, I will admit that you have extraordinary understanding of the formation and profound understanding, and are qualified to teach us!"

"What I tested is your understanding!"

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, his expression was stunned, and he was still a little unbelievable.

This is how I tested me?

There is such a good thing?!

Are you stupid kid examining me or sending me the formation passed down by your family?

Mo Hua's eyes were shiny, but she tried to make herself look less happy. She said seriously with a stern face:

"Yes, I'm going to test me!"

"good!"

Zheng Fang said with a serious face, then walked to the front of the formation plate, and said with a bad tone:

"Although this formation is only a first-class and also an introductory formation, it is the formation that my Zheng family has passed on. I won't tell you the name, and I will only draw it once. If you can't learn it, just admit defeat!"

"Uh-huh!"

The ink painting was full of expectations and nodded repeatedly.

Zheng Fang began to write.

Only the first stroke is taken, the ink painting is a shock to the eyes.

Thunder pattern!

"Is this...thunder pattern?"

The...thunder pattern in the Bagua Formation?!

The formation that the Zheng family only passed on is actually... a rare Bagua Thunder-type formation?!

Mo Hua was surprised.

Other knowledgeable disciples also said in surprise:

"Is this a thunder-type formation?"

“It’s very difficult to learn…”

"No matter how good Mo Hua has a good understanding, it is impossible for him to learn it in an hour..."

“That’s it.”

"But, isn't this a bit sloppy..."

"It seems that it's a bit unfair..."

"How could it be? He was arrogant and wanted to teach us the formation!"

"But... Speaking of which, Mr. Xun asked him to teach him, he could not disobey Mr...."

"You said that..."

"It seems that's the reason..."

"Isn't it because of the ink painting..."

"I'm convinced, where are you from? Do you have any principles? Do you have any position?!"

...

The disciples were talking.

Ink painting is focused on its mind, and its spiritual consciousness is moving rapidly. In the sea of ​​consciousness, it calculates the formation trajectory drawn by Zheng Fang.

Every time Zheng Fang painted a pattern, the ink painting was dismantled and calculated by his spiritual sense, thus manifesting it into a more essential spiritual trajectory.

This formation, stroke by stroke, was gradually reconstructed and gradually became clear in his sea of ​​consciousness...

And little by little, forming the entire picture of the formation.
To be continued...