Chapter 211 Ambush


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


    In this direction, Qian Hong ordered Qian Shunzhi to check again. After a few days of investigation, he became famous.


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


    Now this portrait is placed in front of Qian Hong.


    The portrait shows an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, with a clear and handsome face, a clear gaze as water, and when he smiles, he is like the morning glow in the morning.


    Qian Hong was both shocked and frightened when he looked at it.


    What’s shocking is that at such a young age, they have the strength of a first-class formation master. They are afraid that if this child grows up and improves in the formation, their Qian family will probably have no place to gain a foothold.


    Among the hundreds of karma of cultivation, formations are the most widely used and have the greatest influence.


    Nowadays, Mo Hua can only draw a first-grade formation, so their Qian family is exhausted to support him. If he advances 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 great trouble.


    Qian Hong was determined to kill.


    Master Qian still wants to negotiate first and advise Qian Hong not to rush to start.


    If a first-grade formation master is over 10 years old, it would be a pity if he dies.


    Master Qian knows how to study formations and become a formation master, so he does not recommend Qian Hong to do things well.


    Qian Hong thought for a while and said, "Master Qian makes sense, I will think about it carefully."


    Master Qian nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.


    After Qian Hong sent Master Qian away, he ordered Qian Shunzhi in a blink of an eye: "Look for a few Qian family disciples from the ninth level of Qi Refining to find a way to kill this small formation master!"


    Qian Shunzhi was a little surprised, "Where is Master Qian..."


    "Master Qian is obsessed with the formation and does not 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 around him are all casual cultivators. He is extremely valued by Yu Changlin, so he will never be able to make friends with my Qian family!"


    Qian Shunzhi lowered his head and said yes, then said, "If Daotingsi knows..."


    "If Daotingsi pursues it, I will try my best to save you. If you can''t save it, it will be profitable to exchange for the life of a first-grade formation master."


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


    Qian Shunzhi felt a stern in his heart.


    He finally knew why Qian Hong was the head of the family.


    This cold and hard heart and thick black technique are worth learning by yourself!


    Qian Shunzhi respectfully accepted the order, and then, according to Qian Hong''s instructions, he found several cultivators of the ninth level of Qi Refining who were not familiar with in the family, saying that the head of the family had a life and asked them to kill one person. After the matter was completed, they could all get a quota for the direct line.


    If you suffer misfortune, the head of the family will also give their children generous pensions.


    There are wealth and honors in danger, and several monks have never refused.


    Everyone disguised themselves as passing merchants, sitting in a teahouse on South Street, listening to books and drinking tea while squatting on ink paintings.


    This is the only way for ink painting to go home.


    They were well prepared and carried expensive jade talismans on them, in order to kill them in one fell swoop without leaving any troubles.


    Qian Shunzhi sat far away, pretending to drink tea, but from the corner of his eyes glanced at the intersection and searched for the figure of the ink painting based on the portrait of the ink painting in his mind.


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


    It is ink painting.


    Qian Shunzhi coughed and signaled.


    Several monks from the Qian family looked as usual, eating what they should eat, drinking what they should drink, and listening to what they should listen to, but their subordinates all had their actions.


    Some were touching the knife, some held the sword, and some reached into their arms to prepare to use the talisman.


    They disguised themselves very well and did not show any expression. They were ready to wait for the Mohua to approach, and then quickly killed them and then evacuate immediately.


    But Mo Hua suddenly stopped as she walked, and looked at the teahouse with a little confusion, and saw Qian Shunzhi and others.


    "What do these people want to kill me?" Mo Hua was stunned.


    The spiritual power of these monks in their spiritual consciousness is already in operation, which is a sign of taking action.


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


    They are all nine levels of Qi refining, and their spiritual consciousness is far less powerful than ink painting. They think they are obscure, but in the perception of ink painting, they are as clear as watching the fire. “What should I do?”


    Mo Hua reached into the storage bag, touched several formations, took them out and stuffed them into her sleeve.


    He prepared the formation first.


    If you can escape, run away first. If you can’t escape, find a chance to set up a formation and blow them up.


    The first-grade earth fire array, even if it cannot kill them, it can at least temporarily stop them.


    After that, Mo Hua could run away with her storm.


    He is only at the sixth level of Qi refining now, and it is really not wise to get involved with these physical cultivation levels of Qi refining. He can just run away.


    Mo Hua''s mind has settled and she turns around and wants to leave.


    Qian Shunzhi and others also found something wrong. For some reason, their intentions seemed to be discovered.


    Without further ado, they also stood up one after another and wanted to take action.


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


    Qian Shunzhi looked up and saw that he was an unknown demon hunter, with a nine-level Qi refining and a strong aura.


    He looked around again, and several of his companions were also restrained, and there were several demon hunters around him surrounding them.


    "You stole my stuff." said the demon hunter.


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


    "No, you stole it!"


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


    "Oh, that''s why I remembered it wrong," said the demon hunter, "You want to steal my stuff!"


    "You let it go"


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


    A burst of pain came, Qian Shunzhi''s heart was exposed, so he reluctantly drew his sword and slashed at the demon hunter.


    Several other monks from the Qian family also took action.


    The demon hunter and the monks of the Qian family started to fight, their blood and spiritual power surged.


    The scene was a little chaotic for a moment. After more than twenty rounds of battle, the crowded demon hunter knocked Qian Shunzhi and others down and tied them up with ropes.


    Mo Hua was stunned for a moment and then realized.


    This is South Street, the territory of the demon hunter, which is approximately equal to his "territory".


    The streets were full of demon hunters he was familiar with.


    Mo Hua suddenly felt that his waist became hard.


    The Qian family came to find trouble, so naturally there were uncles and uncles of the demon hunter who dealt with them.


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


    Seeing that they were all tied up, Mo Hua leaned over and took a few glances and asked, "Uncle Zhao, what should these people do?"


    The leading demon hunter is Lao Zhao.


    He was chased by the Qian family before and hung on the branch of the cliff and was dying. It was Mo Hua who found him, so everyone could save him.


    Lao Zhao was seriously injured and had been recuperating for a while, and now his injury is almost healed.


    Lao Zhao smiled at Mo Hua, "First be beaten, then send it to Daotingsi, saying that they intend to murder."


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


    "What are you thanking?" Lao Zhao smiled and said, "If you want to thank you, I have to thank you. If it weren''t for you, I''m afraid my life would be hard to save."


    Mo Hua smiled and said, "This is all a trivial matter, no need to thank you."


    Lao Zhao took out a few jade talismans from the Qian family''s monk''s storage bag and threw them to Mo Hua, "Please take these talismans and play with them."


    (This chapter ends)