Chapter 165 Who Is It (3rd Update)

After being attacked, Mo Shan has been on guard.

He vaguely guessed that among the hired monks of the Qian family, there was a monk who was good at hiding and attacked in secret, so he was much more careful in his moves, trying not to leave any flaws.

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

However, although Mo Shan was observant, his spiritual sense was not strong, so he could not see through the concealment technique.

At this time, he saw a fireball technique!

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

After the fireball technique flew out, a short black-clothed monk was blown out from a gap that was originally empty.

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

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

Sure enough, every time the fireball technique flew over, the sneak attack of the black-clothed monk would be interrupted and he would appear for a short time.

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

Just now, the black-robed monk suddenly lost his mind, his spiritual power was disordered, and his figure was exposed.

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

The black-robed monk was good at stealth and sneak attacks, and his attacks were vicious, but his body was not strong. After this fall, his bones were broken, he vomited blood, and his heart was cold.

For a monk who practices the art of concealment, once someone discovers his whereabouts, it means a disaster is coming!

Especially on a battlefield where monks are fighting.

The black-robed monk endured the severe pain, circulated his spiritual power, and wanted to perform the art of concealment again.

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

The black-robed monk suddenly felt that his internal organs were displaced, and his body curled up. He was kicked far away by this kick and fell right in the middle of a group of demon hunters.

The demon hunters had been holding back their anger for a long time. Seeing this, they raised their knives and attacked the black-robed monk.

When the Qian family monks arrived and rescued the black-robed monk, he was already covered with knife marks and only had one breath left.

Elder Yu was very happy and laughed.

Without this hidden monk, the Qian family could only be slowly eroded.

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

He thought that Mo Hua was a child who used the fireball technique to perfection, fast and accurate, and might really become an incredible spiritual practitioner in the future.

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

When he has a higher level of cultivation in the future, the power of the fireball technique will not be low, and he will suddenly aim at your heart meridian and qi sea...

But you don't even know where he is.

Elder Yu put himself in his shoes and thought about it. Just thinking about it made him feel tricky.

At the same time, Qian Zhongxuan was furious.

It was the fireball technique again!

He was originally watching the good show, watching the black-robed monk teasing the demon hunters, watching the demon hunters fall one by one, thinking about the old man Yu Changlin's frustrated and helpless look.

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

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

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

Qian Zhongxuan felt that his spiritual sense was blocked, and when he looked closely, it was Yu Changlin's old face again!

Elder Yu looked at him with a smile, Qian Zhongxuan felt something was wrong, and immediately said with pain: "Retreat!"

Qian Zhongxuan's "Retreat" was already very familiar.

Seeing Qian Zhongxuan retreat and no spiritual sense spying, Elder Yu hugged the ink painting, jumped up, and entered the mine.

"You should be more careful in the future, and never take risks. If you can avoid it, don't do it." Elder Yu warned.

He was afraid that if Mo Hua took action, the Qian family would find out. With the petty nature of the old man Qian Zhongxuan, he would probably be shameless and unscrupulous to Mo Hua.

"Yeah," Mo Hua nodded his little head, "either don't take action, or take the other person's life!"

Mo Hua said harsh words in a childish voice.

Elder Yu listened and couldn't help laughing, "Who taught you this?"

"My father taught me!"

Elder Yu nodded and smiled, "Well said! The cultivation world is dangerous, either don't take action, or don't hold back if you take action. Your father taught you well!"

His father was praised, and Mo Hua nodded proudly.

The black-clothed monk was chopped off, Qian Zhongxuan shouted to retreat, and the Qian family monks slipped away in disgrace. However, when they retreated, they were ambushed by the demon hunters and lost a lot of people.

Qian Zhongxuan was completely helpless now. He had lost all his money, lost his manpower, and the spiritual mine was probably gone.

He could no longer hold his head up in the family.

Qian Zhongxuan hated it very much!

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

But what he cared about most was who was helping the demon hunters to draw the formation, and who was using magic in secret?

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

Which monk would use this kind of fireball technique with low power but tricky and strange?

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

Qian Zhongxuan was puzzled and had to vent his anger on Qian Zhuang, scolding Qian Zhuang.

If he hadn't been incompetent, he wouldn't have gotten into these messes!

Originally, I had discussed with the head of the family 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 herbs, and then slowly cleared out the remaining spiritual power in his body. 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.

Of course there is 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 a fireball!

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 was using 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 dark, and he fainted again.