Chapter 279 Tiger Monster

Kong Sheng was not in a hurry, he couldn't run away anyway.

This fat monk was watching the kitchen, and now that he was on guard, it would be inconvenient for Mo Hua to eat here again.

And he also wanted Kong Sheng's jade pendant.

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

Mo Hua began to stare at this fat monk, and 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, in the late first grade, raised in a separate room, and locked with chains.

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

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

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

It was estimated that its bloodline was 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."

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 about 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.

A gleam of light flashed in the tiger demon's eyes, 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 from the kitchen of the Black Mountain Village?

Moreover, he had checked for a long time but did not find any clues.

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 it in the whole 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 out the hidden monk 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 something under his nose.

So what was going on? Who stole the food from the kitchen?

The fat monk kept thinking while feeding.

He did not notice that at this moment, in a corner that he could not see, a white and tender little hand was holding a pen, untying the array pattern on the demon-binding chain one stroke at a time.

The fat monk did not notice, but the tiger demon was refreshed.

It felt that the array that bound it was getting weaker and weaker. Looking from the corner of its eyes, it saw that there were more patterns 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 cover it up, and ate the pitiful food listlessly.

The fat monk was still thinking.

The more 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 strong and fierce breath behind him.

The fat monk's eyes gradually widened.

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

The fat monk was terrified.

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

While feeling terrified, the fat monk desperately urged his body skills and ran forward.

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

The fat monk breathed a sigh of relief.

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

But at this time, the fat monk had 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 will not be bad at body skills.

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

He was in the late first-grade stage, and the tiger monster was also in the late first-grade stage.

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

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

With this thought, 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 monster couldn't escape from the Black Mountain Village, and would fall into his hands sooner or later.

He wouldn't be so polite then.

The tiger monster was furious, and the more he 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 was the ninth level of Qi Refining, close to the peak, and his body skills were quite good. The Taoist method he practiced was a first-grade martial arts called Golden Light Fist.

Because he is a sin cultivator, he has been fighting for many years and has rich experience.

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

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

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

Mo Hua nodded silently.

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

But the demon hunter has a first-grade iron armor and a machete, and it is estimated that the odds are about 50-50 when they really fight.

Mo Hua felt a little relieved.

At this point, this fat cultivator is useless.

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

Thank you Ze Yu'an for the reward~

There will be two chapters today, and one more chapter will be added tomorrow.