Asking about longevity

After Mo Shan was attacked, he had been on guard.

He vaguely guessed that among the Qian family's hired monks, there was one who was good at hiding and making sneak attacks in secret, so he was much more careful in his attacks and tried not to leave any flaws.

At the same time, he also paid attention to the battlefield to see if he could find any clues about the monk.

It's just that although Mo Shan's observation is keen, his spiritual awareness is not strong, so he cannot see through the concealment technique.

At this moment, he saw a fireball!

With just one glance, he recognized that it was the fireball technique used by his son Mo Hua.

After the fireball technique flew out, a short black-clothed monk exploded out of an originally empty gap.

"Mo Hua's consciousness can sense this monk who is good at hiding!"

Mo Shan was refreshed, and while fighting the Qian family monks, he paid attention to the fireball technique.

Sure enough, every time the fireball technique flew by, the black-clothed monk's sneak attack would be interrupted and he would appear briefly.

Mo Shan had been watching silently, waiting silently for the monk in black to reveal his flaws.

Just now, the monk in black suddenly lost his mind, his spiritual power was disordered, and his figure was revealed.

Mo Shan saw the opportunity, grabbed his shoulders, and threw the black monk to the ground.

The monk in black is good at stealth and sneak attacks, and his attacks are vicious, but he is not physically strong. After this fall, his bones were broken, he vomited blood, and his heart felt cold.

For monks who practice the art of concealment, once their whereabouts are revealed, it means a disaster is coming!

Especially on the battlefield where monks fight.

The monk in black endured the severe pain, channeled his spiritual power, and wanted to use the stealth technique again.

Yu Chengyi on the other side took the opportunity to stride over and kicked him hard in the abdomen.

The black-clothed monk suddenly felt his internal organs shift, and his body curled up. He was kicked far away and landed right in the middle of a group of demon hunters.

The demon hunters had already been holding back their anger. When they saw this, they all raised their swords to greet the black-clothed monks.

When the monks from the Qian family arrived and struggled to rescue the monk in black, he had knife marks all over his body and only one breath left.

Elder Yu saw it happily and laughed.

Without this hidden monk, the Qian family can only be slowly cannibalized.

Elder Yu couldn't help but look at Mo Hua again.

This kid, Xindao Mo Hua, is very good at using the fireball technique, fast and accurate. Maybe he will become a great spiritual practitioner in the future.

Now he is still young, his level is low, and his spiritual power is not strong, so this fireball technique can only be regarded as a tricky one, used to interrupt or disrupt the battle situation.

When his cultivation level is high in the future, the power of the fireball technique will not be low, so he can aim at your heart veins and sea of ​​​​qi...

But you don't even know where he is.

Elder Yu put himself in his shoes and thought it was difficult just to think about it.

At the same time, Qian Zhongxuan was even more angry.

Another fireball!

He was still watching the show, watching the monks in black teasing the demon hunters, watching the demon hunters fall one by one, and thinking about the angry and helpless look of that old man Yu Changlin.

In the blink of an eye, the angry and helpless person became himself!

Qian Zhongxuan's eyes turned cold, and his consciousness suddenly came out. He wanted to see who was using the fireball technique? !

Just when his consciousness was about to scan the ink painting, Elder Yu suddenly appeared and blocked the ink painting.

Qian Zhongxuan felt that his consciousness was blocked, and when he took a closer look, it was Yu Changlin's old face again!

Elder Yu looked at him with a half-smile but Qian Zhongxuan felt something bad in his heart and immediately said with pain: "Withdraw!"

Qian Zhongxuan was already very skilled at shouting "withdraw".

When Elder Yu saw Qian Zhongxuan retreating and no longer having the consciousness to peep, he hugged the ink painting and jumped into the mine.

"You should be more careful in the future, don't take risks, and don't take action if you can." Elder Yu warned.

He was afraid that Mo Hua would take action and the Qian family would find out. With the petty temper of that old man Qian Zhongxuan, he would probably be shameless and unfavorable to Mo Hua.

"Hmm," Mo Hua nodded, "Either you don't take action, or if you do, the other person will die!"

Mo Hua said cruel words in a childish voice.

Elder Yu couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, "Who taught you all this?"

"My father taught me!"

Elder Yu nodded and said with a smile: "Well said! The cultivation world is dangerous, either you don't take action, and if you do, don't hold back. Your father taught me well!"

When his father was praised, Mo Hua nodded proudly.

The monk in black was chopped to pieces, Qian Zhongxuan shouted to withdraw, and the Qian monks slipped away in despair. But when they were retreating, they were killed by the demon hunters again, and many people were lost.

Now Qian Zhongxuan is completely helpless. All his capital has been lost, his manpower has been damaged, and the spirit mine is probably out of business.

He couldn't hold his head high even in the family.

Qian Zhongxuan was filled with hatred!

He hated that old man Yu Changlin, hated the carelessness of the monks he hired, and hated the incompetence of the monks under his command.

But what concerned him most was who was helping the demon hunter draw the formations, and who was using the spells secretly?

Which formation master would lower himself to help these poor demon hunters draw formations?

Which monk would use this low-power but cunning and strange fireball technique?

If there was no formation and fireball technique, he would have captured the spiritual mine long ago.

Qian Zhongxuan was puzzled, so he had to vent his anger on Qian Zhuang, spraying Qian Zhuang bloody.

If it weren't for his incompetence in doing things, he would never have been involved in these messy things!

Originally, I had discussed with the family leader that if I captured the spirit mine, I could get an extra 10% of the spirit stone. Now even an additional 20% cannot make up for his losses.

Qian Zhongxuan became angrier the more he thought about it.

Qian Zhuang asked in a low voice: "Elder, what should we do next?"

He wanted to divert his attention so that Qian Zhongxuan would not be thinking about how to scold him.

Qian Zhongxuan frowned. Before he could think about it, a cry came from outside the camp.

It was the injured monks from the Qian family and those hired monks.

Qian Zhongxuan sighed, waved his sleeves, and said helplessly: "Save people first."

In the open space outside the camp, the wounded were everywhere, wailing.

The monk in black is also receiving treatment.

The Qian family's alchemist fed him the elixir, applied some medicinal herbs, and then slowly cleared away the remaining spiritual power in his body. At the same time, he also cut off his hair that was burned by the fireball technique.

The black-clothed monk's injury gradually stabilized, and it took a long time before he slowly woke up.

The pain in his body made his mind go blank, and then he gradually recalled what happened during the day.

Everything was complicated, and the impressions of many monks flashed through him, including those who threw him, some who kicked him, and some who slashed him with knives.

And of course the monk who uses fireball!

The monk in black couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment in his heart.

He has been in the second-level Black Mountain state border for more than a hundred years, and he has gone smoothly and rarely made a mistake. Now, someone used the fireball technique to sneak attack, and the ship capsized inexplicably.

That kind of elementary fireball technique, that kind of powerful fireball technique in the middle stage of Qi refining!

Sneak attack by fireball!

A century-old monk was attacked by the fireball technique!

What a shame!

Apart from being angry, the monk in black was also extremely confused.

How was he sneak-attacked, how was the stealth technique discovered, who used the fireball technique, and how could he hit him accurately every time?

The black-clothed monk couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't help but feel frustrated. He looked up to the sky and spit out a mouthful of blood, and roared unwillingly:

"Who the hell used the fireball technique?!"

After saying this, his anger filled his heart, his wound opened again, his eyes went black, and he fainted again.