The little chubby boy looked left and right, seeing no figure of the sect instructor, he then mumbled timidly:,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.",Mò Huà sighed, a trace of resignation on his youthful face.。