Sword Flow

"Th-this... wouldn't be appropriate..."

Ouyang Mu was somewhat stunned.

"What's inappropriate about it?" Mo Hua said. "From now on, in Monster Refining Mountain, I'll have your back."

"But I'm a Ta'a Gate disciple..." Ouyang Mu said softly. He glanced at the Daoist Robe Mo Hua wore. "Senior Martial Brother, you're from Void Gate."

Mo Hua replied as if it were only natural:

"You already call me Senior Martial Brother. Whether it's Ta'a Gate or Void Gate, what difference does it make?"

"You need to broaden your horizons. Don't be bound by such sectarian prejudices."

"Besides, Ta'a, Void Gate, and of course Chongxu Gate all shared the same roots and branches. Our ancestors had ties."

"If you count back over a thousand years, we were all one family. Why be so polite?"

Ouyang Mu slowly nodded, feeling that Mo Hua's words made sense.

"But I only know artifact refining and sword forging. I'm afraid I can't be much help to you, Senior Martial Brother Mo."

Mo Hua said, "Sword forging is enough!"

What he lacked was someone to forge swords for him.

Whether it was Monster Hunting or fighting, Mo Hua had no shortage of people.

Within the sect, whenever there was a fight, Cheng Mo, Situ Jian, Yang Qianjun, Hao Xuan, and the others would basically come at his call.

In Monster Refining Mountain, across those mountain peaks, the hills and wilds were practically filled with his "junior martial brothers." If he had nothing better to do, a whistle could summon a whole team.

Not to mention, Mo Hua could take the field himself.

His methods had already become quite extensive.

For underhanded tactics, he had the Concealment Technique. For self-defense and escape, he had the Flowing Water Step.

For offense, he had Array Techniques, forbidden arts, and Sword Control.