Ask for Immortality

Ten-year-old Mo Hua wore the simple robes of an outer sect disciple, listlessly squatting behind a large rock at the foot of the mountain. He held grass roots in his hand and was burying himself in the ground, drawing intricate patterns.,The thin young master was slightly annoyed, and then sneered: "It's said that among the Qi refining cultivators at the beginning of the Immortal Gate, you are the best at drawing formations. I wonder how they compare to this young master If you have time, we can have a competition.",Then, several wealthy cultivators came over. They paid with spirit stones and bought several sets of formations from Mo Hua's hands. By the time all the copied formations were sold, there were twelve spirit stones in Mo Hua's hand.。