Asking About Longevity Chapter 165

Chapter 165 Who is it (third update)

 Moshan has been on alert since he was attacked.

He vaguely guessed that among the hired monks of the Qian family, there was a monk 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 spiritual 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 spell flew by, the black monk's sneak attack would be interrupted and his appearance would be briefly revealed.

Mo Shan has 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 black-clothed monk 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 that a disaster is imminent!

 Especially on the battlefield where monks fight.

The monk in black endured the severe pain, channeled his spiritual power, and wanted to use the invisibility 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 tried their best to rescue the monk in black, he had knife marks all over his body and he only had one breath left.

Elder Yu saw it happily and laughed.

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

 Elder Yu could not help but look at the ink painting again.

Xin Dao Mo Hua, this kid, 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 he reaches a higher level of cultivation in the future, and the power of the fireball technique is not low, he will aim at your heart veins and sea of ​​​​qi...

 You don't even know where he is.

Elder Yu thought about it for a moment, but just thinking about it made him feel troubled.

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

 It's fireball again!

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 frustrated and helpless person becomes himself!

 Qian Zhongxuan's eyes turned cold, and his consciousness suddenly came out. He wanted to see who was the person who used 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 not a smile. Qian Zhongxuan felt bad and immediately said with pain: "Get out!"

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

Seeing that Qian Zhongxuan had retreated and that he no longer had the consciousness to peep, Elder Yu held the ink painting in his arms 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 harsh words in a childish voice.

Elder Yu couldn't help but feel happy 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!"

His father was praised, and Mo Hua nodded proudly.

The monk in black was chopped down, 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 could not hold his head high even in the family.

 Qian Zhongxuan was filled with hatred!

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

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

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

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

Without the formation and fireball technique, he would have captured the spiritual mine long ago.

Qian Zhongxuan was puzzled, so he had to use Qian Zhuang to vent his anger and spray Qian Zhuang bloody.

Had it not been for his incompetence in doing things, he would never have been involved in these messy things!

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

 The more Qian Zhongxuan thought about it, the angrier he became.

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.

 The injured monks were the Qian family monks and those hired monks.

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

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

The monk in black is also receiving treatment.

The Qian family's alchemist fed him pills, applied some 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 happening, and the impressions of many monks flashed through his mind, including those who threw him, some who kicked him, and some who slashed him with knives.

Of course there is the monk who uses fireball!

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

 He has been in the second-level Heishan 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 a fireball!

 What a shame!

While 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 monk in black couldn't figure it out no matter what he thought. 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 **** used the fireball technique?!”

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

 (End of this chapter)

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