The Tao Teaching Room was filled with silence, then suddenly erupted into commotion.
"Mo Hua teaching?"
"How could he be the one teaching?"
"…"
Elder Master Xun’s face darkened, and his gaze swept across the room.
Intimidated by his authority, the disciples imdiately settled down, no longer daring to whisper among themselves.
Mo Hua spoke softly, "Elder Master, my teaching… wouldn’t be appropriate, right?"
Elder Master Xun said indifferently, "It’s very appropriate."
A Formation Master with a solid foundation capable of drawing a Second-grade Mid-tier Array teaching a few First-grade Formation thods, what’s inappropriate about that?
"But…"
Mo Hua hesitated.
Elder Master Xun gave Mo a aningful look, "Teach well."
Mo Hua was startled.
He felt there was a deeper aning to Elder Master Xun’s words, but he couldn’t figure out why at that mont…
Seeing Elder Master Xun’s uncompromising deanor, Mo Hua had no choice but to bow and say,
"Alright, sir."
Elder Master Xun nodded slightly, handed a few handouts to Mo Hua, and instructed,
"You just teach these two sets; teach boldly, don’t worry."
After speaking, Elder Master Xun stood up and left, his steps both ethereal and real, heading towards the back mountain.
Inside the Tao Teaching Room, Mo Hua and a group of disciples were left looking at each other.
Mo Hua felt awkward, but rembering Elder Master Xun’s instructions, he stiffened his resolve, opened the handouts, but before he could say anything, a tall individual stood up.
This big fellow, with the surna Cheng and given na Mo, was a Body Cultivator, quite tall. Though his na was Cheng Mo, he was talkative in daily life.
Seeing Elder Master Xun had walked far away, Cheng Mo gathered his courage and said sowhat unconvinced,
"Mo Hua, although we get along well, speaking solely on the matter, I’m not convinced by you teaching formation thods!"
I, Cheng Mo, also have my pride!
He silently added in his mind.
The other disciples nodded in agreent.
In their respective clans, they were all the "Proud Sons of Heaven." Having converged at Taixu Gate where such talents gathered, they had beco more subdued, but arrogance lingered in their hearts.
Elders and Instructors could preach and teach.
But ordinary disciples had no right to teach them.
Even though Mo Hua was well-liked and they bore him no ill will, involving a matter akin to a "master-disciple" teaching, they couldn’t help but feel skeptical and needed an explanation.
Mo Hua sighed.
He actually preferred to keep a low profile, quietly cultivating and studying formation thods.
But for so reason, Elder Master Xun chose this mont for him to stand out.
However, regardless of the reason, now that it had co to this, Mo Hua was not afraid.
In terms of formation thods, he had never feared anyone!
Especially these fellow cultivators of the sa age!
Mo Hua’s eyes carried a trace of the sa disdain as Mr. Zhuang.
"So you say, how do I qualify?"
Cheng Mo’s eyes narrowed, "Let’s compare!"
Mo Hua silently looked at him, "You?"
Cheng Mo, seen under Mo’s clear and slightly sharp gaze, suddenly felt a bit guilty.
"I… I…"
He was quite familiar with Mo Hua and knew sowhat of Mo Hua’s prowess in formation thods. He didn’t know the exact extent, but it was certainly much better than his own.
He had acted impulsively out of dissatisfaction, having spoken out without thinking.
But to really compare formation thods with Mo Hua would be overestimating his abilities.
In the Sect, his formation skills were not the worst, but definitely among the lowest.
Comparing formations with Mo Hua was like comparing body refinent with him…
At this mont, another disciple stepped up, "Since you’re going to teach us, you naturally have to compare with all of us!"
After speaking, he also felt a bit guilty.
Even if they won by outnumbering him, it wouldn’t be a noble victory.
But Mo Hua carelessly said, "Alright, co at altogether."
The room suddenly fell silent.
The disciples looked astonished; they did not expect Mo, who was usually gentle, to say sothing so "arrogant!"
The crowd was instantly ignited.
"Alright!"
"We’ll all compete together; let’s see the real skills in formation thods!"
"Little Mo Hua, I’ll let you see, there are always higher skies!"
"If you lose, you have to call us ’Bro’!"
"Not just ’Bro,’ you should call us Big Senior Brother!"
"Yes, you should call us Big! Senior! Brother!"
…
Mo Hua pursed his lips, it was still uncertain who would be calling whom "Senior Brother."
Comparing formation thods usually had its own rules.
Mo Hua hadn’t participated much in such formal competitions, just tested his skills a bit during his ti in the Five Elents Sect.
Although the forms were complex and varied greatly.
Ultimately, it all ca down to seeing who could draw faster, who could draw better, who could draw more difficult patterns.
The current competition was similar.
Moreover, since they were in the Tao Teaching Room and had classes, with limited ti, they could only roughly compare, just to determine a winner.
First, to see who could draw faster.
But at this first step, the disciples froze.
They had seen before, just how fast Mo Hua could draw formation thods.
Flowing like moving clouds and flowing water, too fast for the eyes to follow; those small hands, marking patterns and points with ink, were so fast that they almost left afterimages...
However, losing in skill doesn’t an losing in spirit!
Even if they ultimately lost, they couldn’t let their spirits weaken!
Without trying, the outco was still uncertain.
Several disciples, who thought they were quite good with their speed in drawing formations, stepped forward "generously" and started comparing with Mo Hua on a huge Array Plate at the front podium…
And then they were completely defeated.
They had barely finished less than half, and Mo Hua had already completed his, even sparing so effort, seemingly to save their face by deliberately slowing down a bit...
The faces of several disciples turned ashen, ashad to step down.
Next, they compared who could draw better.
On the sa formation, whoever drew it more precisely, whose lines were more elegant, and whose foundations were deeper, won.
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