Chapter 152: Finding a bargain (five updates)


    Mo Shan''s expression condensed, and he found Elder Yu with the ink painting.


    Mo Hua pointed to a place on the map and said, "Someone has fought here."


    It’s not a demon hunter, because everyone agreed that once they do something, they will set off fireworks and remind each other.


    In addition, the low probability is the fluctuation of demonic power caused by monsters fighting each other.


    The most likely it is that the monks of the Qian family encountered a monster, so they started to take action.


    No matter what you say, you have to check it out.


    Elder Yu said directly: "Let everyone gather and let us go."


    Although the demon hunters disperse each other, they are not too far apart and the information is transmitted quickly. In a short while, hundreds of demon hunters in the late stage of Qi refining gathered together.


    Elder Yu briefly explained the situation, then waved his hand and said, "Go!"


    All the demon hunters lowered their bodies and hid their breath, without saying a word, approaching the mountain marked by the ink painting with their hands and feet.


    Half an hour later, they arrived.


    This is a small hill with few people, desolate and remoteness. Because there are no people coming nearby, the demon hunters are too lazy to name it. They are usually called "Not Name Peak".


    Everyone found the remains and blood of the monster on a gravel ground in the forest.


    Mo Shan went up and took a look, wiped the blood with his hands, and said, "It was killed by the monk, but the technique is rough, not a demon hunter."


    Elder Yu''s eyes condensed and he let go of his spiritual consciousness.


    Ink painting only felt a slight fluctuation, and then there was no awareness.


    Those with strong spiritual consciousness are not easy to be peeped.


    It is not easy to be noticed if you are peeked at by someone with strong spiritual consciousness.


    Mo Hua''s mind was shocked, and the spiritual consciousness of the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage was indeed extraordinary.


    Mo Hua also imitated Elder Yu, letting go of his spiritual sense, looking for clues in the mountains.


    After a while, Elder Yu withdrew his spiritual sense and stared at the Mo Hua, his eyes showing surprise.


    After a while, Mo Hua also took back his spiritual consciousness.


    "Did you see something?" asked Elder Yu.


    Mo Hua nodded, "There is a mine cave in the mountains, which was hidden by people with wood and stone."


    Elder Yu''s eyes lit up slightly, "Tag out and show me."


    Mo Hua took out the map and drew several circles near the top of Wuming Peak.


    There are locations of mine caves when I scanned the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting.


    Elder Yu nodded and marked a few more on it.


    Mo Hua looked at it and his expression suddenly became clear.


    I missed these places myself.


    Some are too far away, the range of spiritual consciousness is not enough, some are too deep, the strength of spiritual consciousness is not enough, and some are because they lack experience and are careless.


    Ink painting silently reflects on the use of spiritual consciousness in his heart.


    Elder Yu looked relieved, patted Mo Hua on the shoulder and said, "Not bad."


    Then he looked solemn, his eyes were like swords, and he ordered:


    "All demon hunters, remember these positions!"


    "Each team, go in through these mines and don''t alert the snake."


    "When I met a monk from Qian''s family, I took action and got rid of it. If it really doesn''t work, I will kill it directly. I will deal with the Daotingsi."


    The demon hunters received the order and their eyes ignited the fighting spirit.


    Black shadows leaped up and approached the entrance of the mine cave on the hillside.


    Mo Shan told Mo Hua, "Just hide aside and don''t go in. If a monk comes out, don''t worry, protect yourself!"


    Mo Hua nodded and said, "Dad, you wear that set of rattan armor."


    There is a first-grade golden armor array with ink painting on the rattan armor.


    Mo Shan felt warm in his heart, and he touched Mo Hua''s head, then his figure flashed and approached the mine cave on the mountainside.


    Mo Hua''s spiritual sense scanned the surroundings, found a safe and easy-to-hide pit, and hid in it.


    After a while, there was movement in the mountains, as if the war began.


    When the ink painting was outside, you could hear the rumbling sounds, the cultivators'' shouts and insults, and the colorful aftermath of spiritual power. Then there was a rumbling sound.


    The spiritual power that can be perceived by ink painting is even stronger.


    It is probably Elder Yu and the foundation-building monks from the Qian family who fought.


    The violent fluctuations continued for a while, and a figure emerged from a mine cave on the side of the mountain.


    The figure left the mine without looking back, and ran straight to the bottom of the mountain, pulling a afterimage behind him.


    Judging from the speed of escaping, you must be a foundation-building monk!


    Ink painting breathed a sigh of relief.


    The foundation-building monks escaped, and the remaining monks of the Qian family fell and scattered. It was only a matter of time before and after that.


    Sure enough, in less than a cup of tea, the rich monks from the entrance of the mine came out in a hurry.


    Most of them were bleeding from their heads and looked miserable. They either covered their arms or lame legs, running down the mountain in panic.


    Mo Hua didn''t want to act rashly, after all, he only had one person, so it would be better to be cautious.


    The ink painting is still staying honestly in the pit.


    After a while, Mo Hua suddenly noticed that footsteps were getting closer and closer. When he looked up, he saw that two monks of the Qian family who were running for life were walking towards him.


    It seems that he has experienced hard battles, is in a mess, and has weak spiritual power fluctuations, and is just at the end of his strength.


    He did not follow other monks of the Qian family, but insisted that the two of them remained alone, and he did not go so many roads, so he limped through the grass in front of him.


    Mo Hua felt a little sorry for them if she didn''t do anything.


    One of the monks of the Qian family was still cursing:


    "How can you get the news from this group of bastards..."


    "Go back and report to the head of the family and want them to be good-looking!"


    "…damn it!"


    He ran away and scolded.


    As he was cursing, a fireball suddenly exploded in his face.


    A sharp pain came, and the bursting flame spiritual power made him dizzy, his ears buzzed, and his face was burning.


    "What…"


    Before he could react, he got another hit on his face and fell down straight.


    "Sneak attack?!"


    Another monk from Qian family was shocked and turned around to escape regardless of his companions, but after a few steps, a fireball technique hit the back of his head.


    He fell to the ground, his face hitting the stone, and he was no longer conscious.


    Ink paintings are not in a hurry to come out.


    He first glanced with his spiritual sense and found that the spiritual power on the two of them was flowing irregularly.


    This means that they fainted, were confused, and could not control the flow of their own spiritual power.


    Mo Hua was not at ease, so he each made up for their fireball skills. Seeing that the two of them had no reaction, he crawled out of the pit.


    What should I do?


    Mo Hua thought about it and then took the storage bag away from them.


    "The Law of Tao" prohibits robbery.


    Mo Hua wanted to be a good monk who abides by the law, but the Qian family bullies him so much that he can''t say anything without saying anything and let others bully him.


    "The monks are indeed involuntarily..."


    Mo Hua sighed and took the storage bag into his arms with a slightly melancholy expression.


    After that, he ran back to the pit to see if there were any monks from the Qian family coming to make him "uncontrollably".


    After a while, the rich monks came over one after another.


    If there are many people, put them in ink paintings.


    If there are few people, ink paintings will be prepared as usual.


    When the sky gradually became brighter and the battle in the mine was coming to an end.


    The arms of Mo Hua were already full of...


    (This chapter ends)