Chapter 148 Golden Armor (Update 1)

The faked dead Kuimu Lang opened his eyes.

The blood in his body became thick again, and the demonic power began to work.

The demon hunter with his back to Kuimu Lang suddenly felt a chill on his back and quickly dodged to the side.

He dodged, but not completely.

Kuimu Lang's sharp claws fell from his left side, tearing a bloody mark on his arm. The light green demonic power flowed along the wound and penetrated into the meridians, making his arm numb and bleeding unstoppably.

The big man's forehead was sweating.

Kuimu Lang's eyes were fierce, and the second claw tore off his head fiercely.

"I can't hide!"

The big man was injured, the demonic power eroded the wound, and his movements were slow, and despair was revealed in his eyes.

At this time, Mo Shan suddenly appeared, kicked the big man away with a kick, and saved him.

Kuimu Lang's claw missed again.

After the big man landed, he felt a burning pain in the place where Mo Shan kicked him, and his blood boiled.

He knew that Mo Shan did not hold back and kicked him hard in order to save him.

This kick did save him.

But it really hurt.

The big man couldn't help but say: "Mo Shan, you..."

After looking up, his face changed wildly, because Kuimu Wolf raised his claws high, and the target was Mo Shan.

And Mo Shan kicked him, and he hadn't retracted his strength yet, so there was no way to avoid it.

"Mo Shan!" The big man said anxiously.

Mo Shan frowned, but his expression was not panic, all this was within his expectations.

He saved the big man, which would expose a flaw and be attacked by Kuimu Wolf.

But he estimated the wolf demon's attack, and Kuimu Wolf's claw, from top to bottom, could only hurt his back, and it would not be fatal.

He was injured a little, saving his brother's life, it was still worth it.

The other members of the demon hunting team also saw this scene, but they were not as skilled as Mo Shan, and even though they rushed over, they were still one step behind.

They could only watch Kuimu Wolf's claws tear Mo Shan's back with a fishy wind.

But then they were all dumbfounded again.

Kuimu Wolf's claws did not tear the flesh, skin, or even the vine armor.

A pale golden light flashed on the vine armor, blocking Kuimu Wolf's claw.

Mo Shan was knocked away by this claw, and spit out blood after landing, but he had no wounds and would not be eroded by demon power. He was just hit by the force of the demon beast, so it was not a big problem.

But this was a demon beast of the late first grade, how could there be no wounds?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they came to their senses and remembered that now was not the time to think about this.

Thinking that the big man and Mo Shan were in a dangerous situation just now, and their lives were hanging by a thread, they hated the demon beast for faking its death.

A group of demon hunters raised their knives and hacked Kuimu Wolf to death.

Mo Shan wanted to stop them, but it was too late. He could only sigh silently:

Forget it, now the fur is gone.

When everyone peeled off the fur of Kuimu Wolf, it was indeed tattered, like a ragged piece of cloth, and there was no intact piece.

Mo Shan sighed again.

They couldn't stay in the inner mountain for long. They packed up the body of Kuimu Wolf and withdrew from the inner mountain, preparing to go to a camp in the outer mountain to rest temporarily.

The big demon hunter on the road felt a dull pain in his wound, and couldn't help cursing:

"Damn, these demon beasts, they all look different when they pretend to die, I was so careless."

A demon hunter said: "Okay, you're lucky this time, without Brother Mo, you would probably be dead."

The big man thanked Mo Shan: "Thank you, brother."

Mo Shan waved his hand, "We're fighting side by side, no need to be polite."

Since we have joined the same demon hunting team, we are all brothers who have been through life and death together. It's only natural that you save me today and I will save you tomorrow.

The big man stopped being pretentious and saying polite words.

But as he walked, he glanced at the rattan armor on Mo Shan's body, and couldn't help saying:

"I say, what is your rattan armor made of, why is it so hard?"

A demon beast in the late stage of the first rank couldn't tear a hole with one claw.

Other demon hunters looked over when they heard this.

This was the first time they had seen such a hard rattan armor.

Mo Shan frowned, "It should be the rattan armor, mixed with fine iron..."

"Impossible," the big man shook his head, "If that's the case, I will eat my rattan armor."

A demon hunter approached Mo Shan, took a look at the rattan armor on Mo Shan's body, touched it with his hand, identified the material, and said to the big man:

"You can eat it now, it's rattan armor mixed with fine iron."

The big man said: "Bullshit! My rattan armor is also mixed with fine iron? Once it is caught by a monster, it becomes a rattan stick."

Other demon hunters laughed and said: "You probably bought a fake."

"Your mixed is not fine iron, it should be sand."

"You are bullshitting!" The big man's face flushed red.

Mo Shan couldn't help laughing.

But he also wanted to know why this rattan armor was so hard.

"Could it be that Hua'er drew some formation in it?"

Mo Shan thought to himself.

After walking for half an hour, they finally reached the camp.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the big man collapsed on the ground, took out a pill and took it, crushed the other pills, sprinkled them on the wound, and bandaged it with a cloth strip.

The big man sighed: "I will disturb Mr. Feng again when I go back."

"Be content, if it wasn't for Mo Shan's kick, you would probably be dead if you wanted to disturb Mr. Feng."

The big man thought of Kuimu Wolf's claws that were glowing with a dark green light just now, and he couldn't help but shudder.

That claw scratched his head, wouldn't it be dead?

Thinking of this, the big man felt grateful again. He took out the storage bag and threw it to Mo Shan:

"Old Mo, I'll treat you to a drink."

"Come on, you want Mo Shan to drink? You want him to treat you to meat."

The big man kicked the demon hunter, "You are the only one who talks too much. If you have the ability, don't eat!"

"It's none of your business whether I eat or not!"

The two quarreled.

Mo Shan couldn't help shaking his head.

Every time he went into the mountains, Liu Ruhua would ask him to bring some dry food and beef, so that he could eat better and share some with other demon hunters.

Mo Shan took out the beef and distributed it to everyone, and also divided the bottles of wine in the big man's storage bag.

Several other demon hunters also took out their storage bags.

There were wild fruits, dry food, snacks, and some other flavors of wine.

Everyone had food and drink, and the camp became lively.

Mo Shan ate a few pieces of meat, drank a sip of wine, took off the rattan armor on his body, and remembered something. He couldn't help but take the rattan armor apart and take a look.

Several other demon hunters also leaned over.

"It's a formation!"

"What formation?"

"How do I know?"

A demon hunter looked up at Mo Shan and asked, "What formation?"

Mo Shan shook his head.

"Your son drew it, don't you know?"

"My son drew it, not me, how do I know?"

The big man was envious and jealous, and said, "Old Mo, before your son was born, did you worship any immortals? I will also go to worship, maybe my son can be as smart."

"Forget it, you are not smart, and you expect your son to be smart?"

"How do you know if you don't try it?"

"This formation is not an iron armor formation." A demon hunter said.

"Of course, this is much more complicated."

Everyone looked at the formation inside the rattan armor with the light of the camp. The handwriting was complicated, the formation was mysterious, and it was lightly golden. It was not simple at first glance.

Everyone looked at the rattan armor again. Not only was the formation good, but the workmanship of the rattan armor also took a lot of thought.

Thinking that this was given to him by Mo Shan's son, everyone felt a little sour.

At this moment, Mo Shan suddenly said, "Not good!"

Other demon hunters also looked nervous, "What's wrong?"

Mo Shan touched the rattan armor and said with some heartache:

"There are scratches."

A group of demon hunters looked at him silently, speechless for a long time.

Thank you for the frivolous reward~