Chapter 235 Old acquaintance
This fireball technique is very skillful and powerful. It must have come from a spiritual practitioner.
There are few spiritual cultivators among demon hunters. If there are spiritual cultivators who go into the mountains, they will follow the demon hunting team and cannot act alone.
As for the demon hunting team, there are as few as five or six people, as many as eighty-nine or even ten people, and they have excellent swords and armor. They are no match for this group of people.
Once surrounded by monster hunters, you will not be able to escape even if you want to.
They who do this kind of business have their heads wrapped around their belts and cannot lose their lives because of a moment of greed.
The leading monk panicked and made a decisive decision: "Quickly retreat!"
The seven foreign monks evacuated hastily.
Ji Qingbai and the others, who were struggling to support themselves, were relieved when they saw this. They each put down their weapons and leaned against the storage box to catch their breath.
Ji Qingbai is even more fortunate to have survived the disaster.
This time the danger is extremely dangerous, and the Ji family is just the father and son. If they accidentally fall here and the Ji family is wiped out, it will be really unfortunate for the whole family.
Ji Qingbai felt grateful when he thought of this. He cupped his hands toward the top of the mountain and said:
“Thank you very much. Which brother from the demon hunting team is this?”
Several other people also followed Ji Qingbai's voice and looked over.
The top of the mountain is rugged with rocks and the bushes are swaying, and a small figure painted in ink appears.
Mo Hua scratched his head and said embarrassedly:
“It's too senior, Uncle Ji.”
Ji Qingbai called his father brother, but Mo Hua couldn't bear this "brother".
Ji Qingbai was stunned, why is he a child?
Looking carefully, I realized that the child in front of me looked familiar.
He has picturesque features and delicate features, and looks like a child from the Moshan family.
Ji Qingbai had seen ink paintings before and was very impressed by them.
“Are you... Mo Hua?”
Ji Qingbai said in disbelief.
“Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded.
"Why... why are you here?" Ji Qingbai looked around, "Are you alone? Where is your father?"
The other three people also looked at each other.
Mo Hua said: "Let's talk about it later. Now is not the time to talk about this."
"Now..." Ji Qingbai was in a daze.
Mo Hua said: "Run quickly..."
Since the inner mountain is so big, there may not be other demon hunters nearby. If he sets off the fireworks, there may not be anyone to support him.
Even if they come to support, they may not be able to arrive in a short while.
If after a while, the seven monks come to their senses and turn back, there will be big trouble.
Ji Qingbai understood instantly, stopped talking, and immediately packed up and prepared to set off.
Ji Qingbai didn't plan to take those large storage boxes with him anymore, but he was still reluctant to part with them before leaving. They were all their belongings.
Upon seeing this, Mo Hua said: "Take it with you."
Ji Qingbai was shocked when he heard this, and then hesitated: "What if those people catch up..."
"If they catch up, I will tell you in advance, and it will not be too late to throw them away." Mo Hua said.
Ji Qingbai was stunned. How could he know such a thing in advance?
The ink painting looks calm.
Even if the group of monks catch up, with his spiritual consciousness, he can sense it in advance and have enough time to deal with it.
As long as there is time to prepare and set up the formation, even if a few more come, Mo Hua can make them walk around without food.
"And if we take the salute, they may not dare to chase us. If we don't take the salute, they will know that we are guilty at a glance, and they will definitely chase us." Mo Hua added.
When Ji Qingbai heard this, he immediately nodded and said: "Okay!"
Several storage boxes were placed on a wheelbarrow. Ji Qingbai and the big man took turns pulling them. Ji Li supported the injured female cultivator, while Mo Hua showed the way in front. The group of people walked along the mountain road. From time to time, Mo Hua took out the Sinan compass to look at it, and then chose a new direction.
Ji Qingbai and the others didn't know what was going on, but when they saw the ink painting with a bamboo on its chest, they couldn't help but follow him.
Just amazed in my heart that the ink painting is so familiar with the road inside the mountain...
Mo Hua led a few people to a camp and said:
“Let's rest here for a while and treat your injuries.”
Ji Qingbai and others nodded. They had fought hard for a long time and were all injured. They had to endure it all the way, and now they were unable to continue to support themselves.
Everybody rested in the camp.
Mo Hua distributed hemostatic pills and some healing pills to everyone.
Ji Qingbai took the elixir, smelled it, and said in surprise: "This elixir... is of such good quality!"
Mo Hua nodded and said, "Grandpa Feng made this."
These elixirs were specially refined for him by Mr. Feng.
Mr. Feng has extraordinary alchemy skills, and he uses a top-quality first-grade alchemy furnace. The furnace is painted with a first-grade complex formation and has pure fire, so the quality of the refined products is naturally higher.
It was just that Mo Hua entered Neishan and was not seriously injured. He had kept these emergency elixirs for a long time, and they came in handy now.
"Mr. Feng from Xinglin Hall?" Ji Qingbai was slightly surprised, then nodded, "No wonder."
Mr. Feng is a first-class alchemist who has saved countless lives. He is very famous even in Qingxuan City.
Ji Qingbai took two pills and left the rest to Ji Li and the young female cultivator.
The female cultivator was the most seriously injured and bled the most. After taking the elixir, her mind relaxed and she fainted and fainted.
Ji Li stood aside, looking worried and distressed.
Mo Hua looked at the female cultivator, then at Ji Li, and asked curiously:
“Brother Ji, are you Taoists?”
Ji Li's face turned red.
“No…no…not yet.”
“Not yet, does it mean it will be soon?”
Mo Hua asked carefully, his eyes sparkling, "If you get married, can I go to the wedding banquet?"
At this age, he has never drunk other people's wedding wine.
Ji Li's face turned redder.
When Ji Qingbai saw this, he also smiled and said, "If you don't mind, I will definitely invite you when the time comes."
“One word is settled.” Mo Hua said with a smile.
The atmosphere in the camp is a little more relaxed.
Ji Qingbai then asked: "By the way, why are you alone in the mountains? The mountains are very dangerous. Where is your father?"
"It's okay for me to be alone. My dad has other things to do." Mo Hua replied.
Ji Qingbai looked at the ink painting, feeling both shocked and regretful.
At a young age, he has already reached the seventh level of Qi refining, and can live alone in the mountains. He is very familiar with the mountain roads and can deal with crises calmly.
As expected, Tiger's father has no dogs, and Mo Hua is very talented as a monster hunter just like his father.
But unfortunately, he still became a monster hunter.
Ji Qingbai saw the demon hunting order hanging around Mo Hua's neck and sighed inwardly.
Once you become a demon hunter, it will be difficult to be distracted from learning formations.
Ji Qingbai still hopes that Mo Hua can take the path of a formation master instead of just being an excellent monster hunter.
Among casual cultivators, demon hunters are everywhere, but formation masters are unique.
With the talent of ink painting, it would be a pity not to learn formation techniques and not become a formation master.
Ji Qingbai felt very regretful.
Mo Hua saw that Ji Qingbai seemed to be worried, so he couldn't help but ask:
“Uncle Ji, what's the matter with you coming to Tongxian City?”
Ji Qingbai was slightly startled, as if he had thought of something, and said with a wry smile:
“I can't survive in Qingxuan City anymore, so I want to come here to make a living.”
(End of this chapter)
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