Chapter 211 Ambush

The young formation master among the demon hunters is the first-grade formation master.

According to this direction, Qian Hong ordered Qian Shunzhi to investigate further. After a few days of investigation, he had some clues.

Qian Shunzhi found out Mo Hua's name, address, parents and other information, as well as a portrait of Mo Hua.

Now the portrait is in front of Qian Hong.

The portrait shows a boy of eleven or twelve years old, with a handsome face, clear eyes, and a smile like the morning glow.

Qian Hong was shocked and frightened.

He was shocked that he had the strength of a first-grade formation master at such a young age, and he was afraid that if this child grew up and made further progress in formation, their Qian family would probably have no place to stand.

Among the hundreds of cultivation professions, formation is the most widely used and has the greatest impact.

Now Mo Hua can only draw a first-grade formation, and their Qian family is exhausted. If he is promoted to the second grade in the future, he doesn't have to do it himself, as long as he speaks, their Qian family will be in trouble.

Qian Hong had the intention to kill.

Master Qian still wanted to negotiate first and advised Qian Hong not to rush into action.

It would be a pity if a first-class formation master who was more than ten years old died.

Master Qian knew the hardship of studying formations and becoming a formation master, so he did not recommend Qian Hong to do things to the extreme.

Qian Hong thought about it and said, "Master Qian's words make sense. I will consider it carefully."

Master Qian nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

After Qian Hong sent Master Qian away, he immediately ordered Qian Shunzhi: "Find a few disciples of the Qian family who are at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and find a way to kill this little formation master!"

Qian Shunzhi was a little surprised, "Then Master Qian..."

"Master Qian is obsessed with formations and doesn't understand these things."

Qian Hong's eyes turned cold, and he continued: "That Mo Hua is a casual cultivator, his father is a demon hunter, and his relatives and friends are all casual cultivators. He is also highly valued by Yu Changlin, so it is impossible for him to be on good terms with my Qian family!"

Qian Shunzhi nodded and said yes, and then said: "If the Dao Tingsi finds out..."

"If the Dao Tingsi investigates, I will try my best to save you. If I can't save you, it's also a good deal to use a few lives to exchange for the life of a first-grade formation master."

Qian Hong looked at Qian Shunzhi and said, "Try not to take action, let others take action, and they will take the blame. I value you, so don't get angry, and try to be clean."

Qian Shunzhi's heart trembled.

He finally knew why Qian Hong could become the head of the family.

This cold-heartedness and thick-skinned tactics are worth learning!

Qian Shunzhi accepted the order respectfully, and then, according to Qian Hong's instructions, he found a few ninth-level Qi-refining cultivators who were not familiar with the family, saying that the head of the family had ordered them to kill a person. After the task was completed, they would all get a quota for the direct line.

If they were unfortunate, the head of the family would also give their children generous pensions.

Fortune is sought in danger, and several cultivators never refused.

Everyone disguised themselves as passing merchants and sat in a teahouse on South Street, listening to books and drinking tea while squatting for Mo Hua.

This is the only way for Mo Hua to go home.

They were well prepared and carried expensive jade talismans on their bodies, in order to kill in one fell swoop and leave no trouble.

Qian Shunzhi sat farther away, pretending to drink tea, but glanced at the intersection from the corner of his eye, searching for Mo Hua's figure based on the portrait of Mo Hua in his mind.

Soon, he found a young monk with red lips and white teeth carrying a storage bag, appearing at the intersection.

It was Mo Hua.

Qian Shunzhi coughed to signal.

Several Qian family monks looked normal, eating, drinking, and listening to books, but their subordinates were all in action.

Some touched knives, some held swords, and some put their hands into their arms, ready to use talismans.

They were well disguised, not making any noise, ready to wait for Mo Hua to approach, then quickly kill him, and then immediately evacuate.

But Mo Hua suddenly stopped while walking, and looked at the teahouse with a slightly puzzled look, and saw Qian Shunzhi and others.

"These people want to kill me?" Mo Hua was stunned.

In his consciousness, the spiritual power of these monks was already in operation, which was a sign of action.

And since he appeared, the consciousness of these people has been vaguely spying on him, with obvious malice.

They were all at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and their spiritual awareness was far inferior to Mo Hua's. They thought they were doing it in a subtle way, but in Mo Hua's perception, it was as clear as seeing fire.

"What should I do?"

Mo Hua reached into the storage bag and touched a few arrays. He secretly took them out and stuffed them into his sleeves.

He prepared the array first.

If they could escape, they would escape first. If they couldn't escape, they would find an opportunity to set up the array and blow them up.

The first-grade earth fire array, even if it couldn't blow them to death, at least it could stop them temporarily.

After that, Mo Hua could run away with the passing water step.

He was only at the sixth level of Qi Refining now, and it was not wise to entangle with these ninth-level physical cultivators. It was okay to run away.

Mo Hua had made up his mind and turned to leave.

Qian Shunzhi and the others also realized that something was wrong. For some reason, their intentions seemed to have been discovered.

Without further ado, they all stood up and wanted to take action.

Suddenly, a pair of big hands pressed on Qian Shunzhi's shoulders and pushed Qian Shunzhi back to his seat.

Qian Shunzhi looked up and saw an unfamiliar demon hunter, who was at the ninth level of Qi Refining and had a strong aura.

He looked around again and saw that his companions were also restrained by someone, and there were several demon hunters surrounding them.

"You stole my things." The demon hunter said.

Qian Shunzhi's eyelids jumped and he denied, "I didn't steal them."

"No, you stole them!"

Qian Shunzhi sneered, "What did I steal from you?"

"Oh, I remembered it wrong," the demon hunter said, "You wanted to steal my things!"

"Let go--"

Before Qian Shunzhi finished speaking, the demon hunter punched him in the stomach.

A burst of cramps came, and Qian Shunzhi knew that the matter had been exposed. He reluctantly drew his knife and chopped at the demon hunter.

Several other Qian family monks also took action.

The demon hunters and Qian family monks started fighting, and their blood and energy surged, and their spiritual power was agitated.

The scene was a bit chaotic for a while. After fighting for more than 20 rounds, the demon hunters with more people beat Qian Shunzhi and others to the ground and tied them up with ropes.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, then he understood.

This is South Street, the territory of the demon hunters, which is roughly equivalent to his "territory".

The street is full of demon hunters he is familiar with.

Mo Hua suddenly felt his back hardened.

The Qian family came to cause trouble, and naturally there were uncles and uncles of the demon hunters to deal with them.

He didn't need to run, and he didn't even need to waste the formation.

Seeing that they were all tied up, Mo Hua came up to take a few glances and asked: "Uncle Zhao, what should we do with these people?"

The leading demon hunter was Lao Zhao.

He was chased by the Qian family before, and was hanging on a branch on the cliff, dying. It was Mo Hua who found him, and everyone was able to save him.

Lao Zhao was seriously injured and recuperated for a period of time. Now his injuries are almost healed.

Old Zhao smiled at Mo Hua, "beat them up first, then send them to Daotingsi, saying they intend to murder them."

Mo Hua nodded, "They wanted to kill me, thank you Uncle Zhao."

"Thank you for what." Old Zhao smiled, "If I want to thank you, I should thank you. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid my life would be in danger."

Mo Hua smiled and said, "These are all trivial matters, no need to thank me."

Old Zhao took out a few jade talismans from the storage bag of the Qian family monk and threw them to Mo Hua, "You can play with these talismans."