Chapter 243 Familiarity

Mo Hua drew some formations around him, and then guarded Ji Li, guarding against other monsters and monks.

After a while, Mo Hua's consciousness moved, and he noticed that a monk was coming.

He released his consciousness, sensed it, and felt relieved, and shouted: "Uncle Zhou, this way!"

There were three monster hunters not far away, led by Zhou Cheng, Zhou Daping's father.

They followed the traces of fireworks to support, and heard the shouts, and immediately rushed over, and then saw Ji Li lying on the ground, covered in blood.

Zhou Cheng was shocked when he saw this, and asked hurriedly: "How is the injury?"

"It's stable for the time being, but we have to send him down the mountain quickly and let Grandpa Feng treat him." Mo Hua said.

Zhou Cheng nodded, and asked Mo Hua: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Mo Hua shook his head.

Zhou Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

Saving people is important, so Zhou Cheng said no more, and asked a few people to carry Ji Li on a stretcher and send him down the mountain.

Mo Hua waved goodbye to them, and said silently in his heart: "I hope it's in time."

Uncle Ji only has this son, Brother Ji.

Mo Hua didn't go down the mountain with them, he still had things to do.

The big man in black was still lying on the side, his body was miserable, unconscious, and it seemed that he was not dead yet.

Mo Hua didn't have time to take care of him now. When other demon hunters came, he would take the big man back and see if he could ask about his origins.

"By the way, the storage bag."

Mo Hua suddenly remembered, ran to the big man, and took out the storage bag that was half blown up.

Without time to take a closer look, Mo Hua put away the storage bag, and then took out the Si Nan compass, looking at it while thinking:

"Brother Ji went into the mountain, he must have followed Uncle Ji. Brother Ji was being hunted, which means Uncle Ji is also in danger."

"And this big man has a deep cultivation, it seems that he has killed many people, and the sinners of his accomplices are probably not easy to deal with."

Mo Hua found his position on the Si Nan compass, and indeed found a bright spot not far to the south.

This means that the battle is still going on.

Mo Hua's eyes turned cold, put away the compass, and rushed to the south.

The bright spot in the south is a small hillside.

There are bushes all around, fallen leaves piled up underfoot, and sparse trees spread out branches and leaves to block the sunlight, making it look deep and secluded below.

When Mo Hua arrived, he indeed found that Ji Qingbai and two other demon hunters were fighting with others.

Their opponents were also three sinners in black.

In the interweaving of light and darkness, the sword light flickered, and the spiritual power surged. Both sides were physical cultivators, fighting in close combat, and the fight was hard to separate.

The black-clothed sinner had the upper hand, and Ji Qingbai and the other two were struggling, in a mess, and gradually they could not hold on.

Mo Hua frowned.

Something was wrong.

The difference in cultivation and Taoism between the two sides was not obvious, not to mention that two demon hunters were wearing iron armor.

Logically speaking, even if they were defeated by three against three, they would not end up in such a mess.

At this moment, Mo Hua saw a figure suddenly appear beside Ji Qingbai, and a flash of sword light passed by.

At the critical moment, Ji Qingbai suddenly felt something and barely avoided it, but his arm was still cut open, and blood flowed.

After the figure hit, it quickly moved away and gradually disappeared.

Ji Qingbai frowned, his expression became more solemn.

Mo Hua was slightly stunned.

Although it was only a moment, he still saw it.

The attacker was dressed in black, short, and had a sinister look.

He was also good at hiding...

Mo Hua had a guess in his mind, and he released his spiritual consciousness. In the white, the spiritual power of all things in the world appeared.

A light blue figure also appeared behind the tree.

This figure was very familiar.

Mo Hua thought for a while, and his eyes lit up, "It turned out to be you!"

Before, the demon hunters guarded the spiritual mine, and the Qian family hired monks to harass them. Among them, there was a monk who was good at hiding, which was very difficult, causing the demon hunters to suffer a great loss.

I didn't expect to meet him here again.

Mo Hua was a little surprised, "He didn't die?"

He thought that this hidden monk had been hacked to death by the demon hunter.

But even if he didn't die, it seemed that his injuries were quite serious.

This monk was not as decisive and ruthless as before, and his movements were a bit slow.

His hiding skills were also greatly reduced, and he needed to use the light of light and dark behind the big tree to better hide his body.

Ji Qingbai and his two companions were three against three, so they were not at such a disadvantage.

But with this hidden monk waiting on the side, the situation was completely different.

They had to fight with their opponents and guard against the hidden monk's sneak attack. Once they were injured, the situation would become more passive.

And with the consciousness of ordinary ninth-level Qi Refining cultivators, they could not see through the hidden technique, and naturally could not deal with this hidden monk.

But this was nothing to Mo Hua.

In Mo Hua's consciousness, the figure of this hidden monk was as clear as fire, and there was no place to hide.

When fighting for the spiritual mine, he fell into Mo Hua's hands. Now that Mo Hua's consciousness was much stronger, his hidden technique was even more like a cover-up, and he could only deceive himself.

He was lucky to escape from the monster hunter's chaotic knife before.

But this time, Mo Hua didn't plan to let him go.

But the most urgent thing was to save Uncle Ji and the others first.

Mo Hua hid in a corner where their consciousness could not reach, took out the bamboo tube, and ignited the fireworks.

Then Mo Hua changed two positions and set off a firework each.

Mo Hua used the same trick again, setting off fireworks, hoping to make them give up.

The fireworks rose into the sky, attracting the attention of the criminals, and both sides stopped fighting.

But these criminals didn't seem to be fooled.

One criminal said, "Before, these demon hunters set off fireworks to ask for help. If there were really people, they would have come to rescue us long ago. Now this person is hiding behind and not taking action. It is probably bluffing. Let's fight quickly and kill them."

The other criminals also nodded.

Ji Qingbai endured the injury and gritted his teeth and said, "We have no hatred, why do we have to kill them all?"

The criminal said, "The Kong family spent spirit stones to buy the heads of you and your son. I guess your son's head has been obtained, and now you are the only one missing."

Ji Qingbai heard this and looked sad.

"Stop talking nonsense, kill them quickly!" One of the one-eyed criminals who seemed to be the leader said coldly.

So the two sides stopped talking and fought again, and every knife and every punch was bloody, and the offensive against each other became more rapid.

Mo Hua was somewhat helpless. These evil cultivators were not fooled.

If so, he could only take action and try to delay time.

There should be many demon hunters nearby. As long as they see the fireworks, they should come to support.

Mo Hua just needed to find a way to delay the evil cultivators before that.

On the small hill covered by big trees, Ji Qingbai and two demon hunters were still struggling.

At the same time, the black-clothed hidden monk had found the right opportunity and was ready to attack again.

He approached Ji Qingbai quietly under the cover of the trees.

Ji Qingbai thought his son was in danger, and he fought hard with injuries, so naturally he revealed many flaws.

The hidden monk had a vicious look, saw the right opportunity, seized the flaw, and stabbed out the dagger.

The dagger flashed coldly, and at the critical moment, the fireball technique suddenly appeared.

Before his dagger stabbed Ji Qingbai, the fireball technique hit the hidden monk's arm first, interrupting his attack.

Then the fireball exploded, and the red spiritual energy turned into flames, burning his arm, and the burning pain spread.

The hidden monk felt pain, and suddenly he was stunned.

Why is this scene so familiar?

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