Chapter 279 Tiger Monster

Kong Sheng is not in a hurry, he can't run away anyway.

This fat monk is watching the kitchen. Now that he is on guard, it will be inconvenient for Mo Hua to eat here.

And he also wants Kong Sheng's jade pendant.

But the means must be more concealed, and the actions must be more careful, so as not to reveal the truth.

Mo Hua began to stare at the fat monk. After staring for a day, he soon had an idea.

This fat monk would deliver food to the evil cultivator, and at the same time, he would also deliver food to a monster.

The monster was a tiger monster, late first-grade, raised in a separate room, locked with chains.

There was also a formation drawn on the chain, which restricted the tiger monster to move.

The tiger is the most powerful type of monster on the Great Black Mountain. If it is not locked with a formation, it is quite dangerous.

This tiger monster also looks a little special, with black and white stripes on its body and a "king" pattern on its head.

It is estimated that its bloodline is not ordinary, so the evil cultivator caught it and locked it in this Black Mountain Village.

As for what this tiger monster was specifically used for, Mo Hua was not quite sure.

Every day at noon, the fat monk would feed the tiger monster.

But each time he didn't feed much, probably because he was afraid that the tiger monster's strength would recover, and it would break free from the chains and cause trouble.

Seeing this, Mo Hua smiled and thought to himself: "If you don't feed it, then I will feed it."

He picked and chose from the kitchen, found some monster meat jerky, put it in the storage bag, and then sneaked into the cell where the tiger monster was imprisoned.

The tiger monster was hungry and lying on the ground, and suddenly saw a few pieces of things in front of him. Although they were dry and hard, they were indeed meat.

The tiger monster blinked, slightly confused, but it was still hungry, and it couldn't help but bite the jerky and eat it.

Soon it finished all the meat and licked its fangs with satisfaction.

Mo Hua threw a few more pieces of meat in front of it.

The tiger demon stared ahead. There was no human figure in front of it, but it could sense the presence of a monk.

It didn't know why the monk gave it meat, but driven by hunger, it ate all the meat.

Then it found that the monk's breath had disappeared.

The tiger demon opened its mouth and roared in a low voice.

It was 70% full, and its strength was restored to 70% or 80%, but it was still locked by the iron chain and the formation and could not move.

The tiger demon's eyes flashed, and then it slowly lay down, lowered its head and closed its eyes, looking like it was not full.

Mo Hua, who was far away, saw it and couldn't help but sigh:

"This tiger demon is so smart."

The next day, the fat monk came to feed it again, and his expression was still indignant.

He was scolded by the old man again.

Before, the cakes were lost, and now even the meat was lost.

The fat monk didn't understand who dared to steal food in the kitchen of the Black Mountain Village?

And he checked for a long time, but there was no clue at all.

There was no one else in the kitchen except him and the old man.

No one stole, could it be a ghost?

The fat monk sneered, then frowned, and his heart moved slightly.

"Could it be the art of concealment?"

The only thing that can hide from the sight of the monks is the art of concealment.

Then the fat monk shook his head again.

The art of concealment is not so easy to learn. There may not be a monk who can learn and master it in the entire Black Mountain Village.

And even the monks who know the art of concealment are not flawless.

The hidden monks can deceive the eyes, but not the consciousness.

He had encountered hidden monks before. Although the eyes could not see, the consciousness could detect the traces. With rich experience in fighting, he pulled the hidden monk out in just a few rounds and chopped him with a knife.

The fat monk was confident that even a monk who knew the art of concealment could not hide from his consciousness and do tricks under his nose.

So what was going on? Who stole the things in the kitchen?

The fat monk kept thinking while feeding.

He didn't notice that at this moment, in a corner that he couldn't see, a white and tender little hand was holding a pen, untying the array pattern on the demon-binding chain stroke by stroke.

The fat monk didn't notice it, but the tiger demon was refreshed.

It felt that the array that bound it was getting weaker and weaker. Looking out of the corner of its eye, it saw that there were more lines on the array chain out of thin air. At the same time, the array was gradually losing its effectiveness.

The tiger demon's eyes were brighter, but it lowered its head to hide it, and ate the pitiful food listlessly.

The fat monk was still thinking.

The harder he tried to think, the more clueless he was, and the more annoyed he became.

"Damn it!" The fat monk was angry, and then he saw the tiger demon eating with his head down, and he became even angrier. He slapped the tiger demon on the forehead and cursed:

"It's fine to serve people, but you have to serve a beast like you!"

He often beat tigers.

Anyway, the tiger demon was tied up by the formation and couldn't move, so it was okay for him to vent his anger.

The fat monk turned around and wanted to leave. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The ground under his feet was hazy, and there seemed to be a shadow.

At the same time, there was a thick and fierce breath behind him.

The fat monk's eyes gradually widened.

He turned his head slightly, glanced back, and saw the tiger demon he had just bullied, standing silently behind him, facing his head, opening his bloody mouth.

The fat monk was terrified.

"What the hell is going on? How did this evil beast break free from the chain?!"

While being frightened in his heart, the fat monk desperately urged his body skills and ran forward.

The tiger demon bit down, but because he had been trapped in the formation for too long, his limbs were stiff and he was half a beat late, allowing the fat monk to escape.

The fat monk breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

The tiger demon was furious, and suddenly rushed towards the fat monk, slapping him with a claw.

However, the fat monk had already adjusted his breath and was prepared, so he barely avoided the claw.

The tiger demon continued to bite, and the fat monk relied on his body skills to fight with it.

Those who can be sin cultivators have good body skills.

After a few rounds, the fat monk calmed down a little, and his expression was no longer panic.

He was in the late first grade, and the tiger demon was also in the late first grade.

Even if he couldn't beat the tiger demon, he could definitely protect himself in a short time.

Besides, the tiger demon had been hungry for a long time and was trapped for a long time, and his strength was not at its peak.

Thinking of this, the fat monk calmed down a little, and then sneered:

"Evil beast, wait and see how I torture you in the future!"

Even if he broke free from the chains, the tiger demon couldn't escape from the Black Mountain Village, and would fall into his hands sooner or later.

He wouldn't be so polite at that time.

The tiger demon was furious, and the more it attacked, the more calm the fat monk became.

Mo Hua, who was hiding in the corner, observed for a while and roughly estimated the strength of the fat monk.

His cultivation level was the ninth level of Qi Refining, close to the peak, and his body movements were quite good. The Taoist method he practiced was a first-class martial art called Golden Light Fist.

Because he was a sin cultivator, he had been fighting for many years and was experienced.

His overall strength was weaker than his father Mo Shan, but stronger than the average ninth-level Qi Refining demon hunter.

The fat monk was not valued, not because of his lack of strength, but because he was new and not trusted.

In terms of cultivation alone, the fat monk was still in the upper middle level among the evil cultivators.

Mo Hua nodded silently.

If calculated in this way, the average strength of the Qi Refining evil cultivator would be stronger than that of the demon hunter.

But the demon hunter had a first-class iron armor and a broadsword, so when they really fought, it was estimated that the odds were 50-50.

Mo Hua was a little relieved.

At this point, the fat monk was useless.

Mo Hua stretched out her little hand, clenched it forward, and began to look for an opportunity to lock the fat monk with the water prison technique to give this big tiger a treat.

Thank you Ze Yu'an for the reward~

Today is still two chapters, and there will be an extra chapter tomorrow.