Asking About Longevity Chapter 140

Chapter 140 Broken Leg (Third update)

 Xie Xiu's pale right hand strangled the back of Mo Hua's neck.

 Originally everything was according to his plan.

He first pretended to be defeated and rested his spiritual power. When Daotingsi's lackeys became careless, he suddenly launched a sneak attack and killed the two men, leaving the woman to collect supplements.

　　If the woman is harvested until she dies, she will be able to regain her vitality and spiritual power.

 His appearance can also be restored.

At that time, with this young and handsome skin, he can deceive a little girl who is not experienced in the world, and slowly collect the supplements while temporarily sheltering from the limelight.

When this storm passes, he will still be at ease.

 If it weren't for this little brat!

　　　They say you will break his legs, **** his meridians, and shatter his sea of ​​qi!

 His plan may have succeeded.

The Dao Tingsi monk wanted to destroy his meridians, so he definitely couldn't do it without hesitation. Otherwise, even if he had extraordinary means and cut off his meridians and lost his spiritual power, he would not be able to escape.

 He can only take action in advance.

The two monks holding the sword are easy to deal with, but the one holding the sword is a bit more difficult.

He originally thought it would be a bit tricky, but he didn't expect it to be this difficult.

 The physical skills he relied on did not give him an advantage.

The man holding the sword was never injured or bled, and his evil spiritual power could not threaten him.

In addition, he himself is already scarred and at the end of his rope. If he drags on any longer, he will be dragged to death.

Even if he escaped, he would die sooner or later in this black mountain, with little food and clothing, and no female nuns to collect supplements!

So he could only do the next best thing and catch the kid first to threaten the man and seek a chance to survive.

The evil cultivator's hand reached towards the back of Mo Hua's neck.

 In his eyes, this kid is absolutely unavoidable.

 Let alone a kid in his teens, even a monk in the late stage of Qi refining is caught off guard and cannot escape at all...

　　However, he missed the opportunity.

Mo Hua seemed to have noticed it a long time ago. He shrunk his head, squatted down, and rolled his small body to the side. He was a few feet away.

 Only the evil cultivators were left, standing there stupidly...

Mo Hua dodged and Zhang Lan also breathed a sigh of relief.

 If Mo Hua is caught, he will really have nothing to do and the situation will become a dead end.

 Either a few die, or everyone dies together.

 Fortunately, the ink painting is clever.

 In such a short period of time, one can detect danger and dodge it flexibly.

Zhang Lan felt faintly afraid, then his eyes turned cold, and he activated his sword energy to attack the evil cultivator.

 He needs to kill this beast as soon as possible to avoid further trouble.

 Xie Xiu came back to his senses and looked at the ink painting in the distance with a cold gaze.

 “You bad boy, you're lucky.”

 He didn't think Mo Hua could dodge his move. He could dodge it, but he was just lucky.

Mo Hua stood still in the distance and sighed:

“It seems that I want to **** your meridians, shatter your Qi sea, and break your legs, otherwise you will still do bad things.”

Mo Hua thought for a while and added:

 “Three legs are broken!”

 Zhang Lan's expression froze, and then he said hurriedly: "Don't anger him!"

 He turned his head and saw that the evil cultivator's eyes were red.

 Xie Xiu's eyes were red and he was extremely angry. In his life, he had never been so humiliated by a brat.

 The figure flashed, and the evil cultivator's eyes were filled with hatred, and he went straight towards the ink painting.

 Zhang Lan felt cold in his heart.

 Oops, this is an evil cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and Mo Hua can't handle it.

 He was originally lucky that Mo Hua had escaped the disaster and he would be safe as long as he ran farther away.

Then he used magic to drive away the evil cultivators, and they made long-term plans.

Unexpectedly, Mo Hua actually made provocative words. The evil cultivator originally wanted to arrest him and threaten him. Now he was humiliated by Mo Hua's words and was so angry that he couldn't let it go.

Zhang Lan was impatient and could only quickly activate the sword energy, hoping that the evil cultivators would retreat after seeing the difficulties. It's just that he is far away from the ink painting, while the evil cultivator is close to the ink painting.

He also needs time to condense his spells, so after the sword energy flies out, it is difficult to hit the evil cultivator and can only delay the evil cultivator's speed.

The evil cultivator had a strange figure. After dodging a few sword attacks, he approached the ink painting and reached out to grab it.

 Then he missed again.

 The ink painting slowly floated backwards from in front of his finger, avoiding his grasp.

Xie Xiu didn't believe Xie, so he turned around with a bow, lifted up his left hand, and then grabbed Mo Hua.

However, the ink painting turned back lightly, without borrowing or using any force, as if a fallen leaf was carelessly fluttering in the wind and drifted away from his fingers.

The evil cultivator continued to grab Mo Hua, but every time he made a move, Mo Hua could always escape from his grasp.

 The body method is invisible, shaped like flowing water, changing with the trend, and unpredictable.

 It seems to be close at hand, but in reality it is far away.

 The evil cultivator almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

 He is a flower picker! He is a flower picker who relies on his body skills to make a living!

It's just that he can't compare to that lackey of Daotingsi, but now even a bigger kid can play with him?

 The point is, he can't play with this little kid!

Each round he thought he could catch it, but he always couldn't.

The more aggressive the evil cultivator's attack becomes, the more calm Mo Hua's body skills become.

 Suddenly, the ink painting distances itself and points to the condensation of energy.

 Xie Xiu was stunned, what are you doing?

 Still want to use spells?

 “Seeking death!”

 The distance was so close that by the time he released the spell, he would have already broken his neck.

The evil cultivator sneered and jumped forward.

But before he could reach the ink painting, a fireball had already condensed out and flew towards his face, smearing it on his face.

 The evil cultivator could not believe it and was horrified.

 “How could it be so fast?!”

 The power of the fireball technique is not very high, but if it hits the face, it will still cause facial pain and dizziness.

 The evil cultivator couldn't help but feel sluggish.

At the same time, Zhang Lan saw the right moment and fired a water-shaped sword energy, directly hitting Xie Xiu's heart.

Xie Xiu's eyes were distracted and he fell to the ground with a plop.

 The mountains and forests are also a little quieter.

The evil cultivator fell to the ground. Zhang Lan, who had knocked down the evil cultivator, was still in a daze, and his mood was ups and downs for a moment.

 What did he just see?

 The attack of an evil cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining was completely dodged by Mo Hua?

The ninth level of Qi refining? All hiding?

 And what kind of body method is that?

　The movement is irregular, the movement is shapeless, erratic, elusive, simple and clear, yet confusing...

Who taught him this movement technique? !

 Zhang Lan stood for a long time, his memories gradually turned over, and then he remembered.

 Oh yes, it seems to be a fleeting step!

 This... seems to be what I taught...

Mo Hua looked at the evil cultivator on the ground, glanced at it with his consciousness, and said:

 “Uncle Zhang, come quickly, he's not dead yet.”

 Zhang Lan came back to his senses, his expression tightened, and he immediately went to Xie Xiu's side.

He inspected the injury and said, "He's not dead yet, but his spiritual power has been exhausted and his blood has been lost. He can't make any more troubles."

Just now, his sword energy pierced the evil cultivator's heart, but it missed slightly, so the evil cultivator did not die.

 After Zhang Lan finished speaking, the evil cultivator even groaned in pain a few times and opened his eyes, full of resentment.

 “Life is so hard.” Mo Hua said with emotion.

Zhang Lan fed Situ Fang and Situ Xiu some elixirs. The two meditated and adjusted their breath for a while before they recovered. After that, they wanted to drag the evil cultivator back to Daotingsi.

 “Wait a moment.” Mo Hua said.

A few people turned their heads and looked at the ink paintings in confusion.

Mo Hua walked to Zhang Lan and pulled out the sword from Zhang Lan's waist.

He held the sword in both hands, walked up to the evil cultivator, and said:

 “That's right, I'm going to break your legs!”

 Then with a sword, the evil cultivator's leg was broken.

 (End of this chapter)

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