Chapter 235 Old Knowledge
This fireball technique is very skillful and powerful, and must be made by spiritual practice.
There are few spiritual practitioners among the demon hunters. If there are spiritual practitioners entering the mountain, they will follow the demon hunting team and it is impossible to act alone.
The demon hunting team has at least five or six people, at most eight or nine or even more than ten people, and they are well-equipped, so they are definitely not opponents.
Once surrounded by a demon hunter, you can''t escape even if you want to.
They do this kind of business, their heads are wrapped around their belts, and they cannot lose their lives because of temporary greed.
The leading monk panicked and immediately made a quick decision: "Retreat quickly!"
Seven foreign monks retreated in a hurry.
Ji Qingbai and his men, who were struggling to support this, felt relieved when they saw this. They put down their weapons and gasped in the storage box.
Ji Qingbai was even more grateful for his remnant of the disaster.
This time, the Ji family was extremely dangerous. The father and son. If they accidentally fell here for a while and the Ji family was broken, it would be a misfortune.
As soon as he thought of this, Ji Qingbai felt grateful and bowed to the top of the mountain:
"Thank you, I wonder which brother is from the Demon Hunting Team?"
The other people also looked at Ji Qingbai''s voice.
The rocks on the top of the mountain are rugged and the bushes are shaking, and a small figure of ink painting appears.
Mo Hua scratched her head and said embarrassedly:
"I''m not old enough, Uncle Ji."
Ji Qingbai called his father brother and brother, and this ink painting could not bear it.
Ji Qingbai was stunned. Why is he a child?
After looking closely, I realized that the child in front of me looked familiar.
The eyes are picturesque and elegant, looking like the children of Moshan family.
Ji Qingbai has seen ink paintings before and has a deep impression of them.
"Are you... ink painting?"
Ji Qingbai couldn''t believe it.
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.
"Why are you...why are you here?" Ji Qingbai looked around and said, "You are the only one? Where is your father?"
The other three were also looking at each other.
Mo Hua said: "Let''s talk about it later. Now is not the time to talk about this."
"Now..." Ji Qingbai was a little stunned.
Mo Hua said: "Run quickly..."
The inner mountain is so big, there may not be other demon hunters nearby. If his fireworks are set off, no one will necessarily come to support him.
Even if you come to support, you may not be able to come here for a while.
If the seven monks come to their senses after a while, and return again, the trouble will be great.
Ji Qingbai understood instantly, stopped talking, and immediately packed up and prepared to set off.
Ji Qingbai didn''t plan to bring those large storage boxes, but he was still a little reluctant to leave before leaving. This was their entire belongings.
Seeing this, Mo Hua said, "Take it with you."
Ji Qingbai was stunned when he heard this, and then hesitated: "What if those people catch up..."
"If they catch up, I will say it in advance, and it will not be too late to throw it away at that time." Mo Hua said.
Ji Qingbai was stunned. How could he know about such a thing in advance?
Ink painting looked calm.
Even if the group of monks catch up, with his spiritual sense, they can sense it in advance and have plenty of time to deal with it.
As long as you have time to prepare and set up the formation, even if you come a few more, the ink painting will make them lose their appetite.
"And if we take the salute, they may not dare to chase after us. If we don''t take the salute, they will know at a glance that we are guilty and will definitely chase after us." Mo Hua added.
When Ji Qingbai heard this, he immediately nodded and said, "Okay!"
Several storage boxes were placed on a wheeled wooden car, Ji Qingbai and the big man took turns to pull them, Ji Li held the injured female cultivator, and Mo Hua guided the way in front. The group walked along the mountain road, and the ink painting took out the Sinan compass from time to time to take a look, and then chose a new direction.
Ji Qingbai and his friends were confused, but when they saw that the ink was painted in their hearts, they couldn''t help but follow him.
But I was amazed in my heart that the road to the inner mountain was so familiar to me...
Mo Hua led several people to a camp and said:
"Let''s have some rest here to treat the injury."
Ji Qingbai and others nodded. They fought hard for a long time and were injured on their bodies. They could only endure it all the way, and now they are unable to continue to support it.
Everyone rested in the camp.
Mo Hua will give everyone the bleeding-resisting pill and some healing pills.
Ji Qingbai took the pill, smelled the medicine, and said in surprise: "This pill... is so good in quality!"
Mo Hua nodded and said, "This is made by Grandpa Feng."
These elixirs were specially refined for him by Mr. Feng.
Mr. Feng has extraordinary alchemy skills and uses the best first-grade alchemy furnace. The furnace is painted with a first-grade reunion array. With a pure fire, the quality of the refined one is naturally even better.
But Mo Hua entered the inner mountain and had not been injured much. He had kept these emergency elixirs for a long time, and now it came in handy.
"Mr. Feng from Xinglin Hall?" Ji Qingbai was slightly surprised and nodded, "No wonder."
Mr. Feng is a first-class alchemist who saves countless people. Even in Qingxuan City, he is very famous.
Ji Qingbai took two pills, and the rest were handed over to Ji Li and the young female cultivator.
The female cultivator was most injured and bleeding the most. After taking the pill, she relaxed and became drowsy and fainted.
Ji Li stood aside, looking both worried and heartbroken.
Mo Hua looked at the female cultivator, then looked at Ji Li, and asked curiously:
"Brother Ji, are you Taoist couples?"
Ji Li''s face turned red when she "flashed".
“No…no…not yet.”
"No, it''s just about to be true?"
Mo Hua asked in detail, his eyes shining, "If you get married, can I go to have a wedding banquet?"
He has grown up so old that he hasn''t drunk someone else''s wedding banquet.
Ji Li''s face turned redder.
Seeing this, Ji Qingbai smiled and said, "If you don''t dislike me, I will definitely invite you then."
"One word is certain." Mo Hua said with a smile.
The atmosphere in the camp was a little relaxed.
Ji Qingbai asked, "By the way, why are you alone in the mountains? The mountains are very dangerous, where is your father?"
"I have no problem with myself. My father has something else to do." Mo Hua replied.
Ji Qingbai looked at the ink painting and felt both shocked and regretful.
At a young age, he has already been refining Qi at the seventh level, and he can live alone in the inner mountain. He is very familiar with the mountain roads and is very calm in dealing with crises.
Sure enough, a tiger father has no dog son. Mo Hua is like his father and has the talent of a demon hunter.
But unfortunately, he still became a demon hunter.
Ji Qingbai sighed in his heart when he saw the demon hunting order hanging around Mo Hua''s neck.
Once you become a demon hunter, it is difficult to be distracted and learn the formation again.
Ji Qingbai still hopes that Mo Hua can embark on the path of a battle master, rather than just being an excellent demon hunter.
Among the casual cultivators, there are demon hunters everywhere, but there are only formation masters.
With the talent of ink painting, it is a pity that it is not a problem not to learn formations or become a formation master.
Ji Qingbai felt very regretful.
Mo Hua saw that Ji Qingbai seemed to have some worries and couldn''t help asking:
"Uncle Ji, is there anything wrong with you coming to Tongxian City?"
Ji Qingbai was slightly stunned, as if he was thinking of something, and said with a wry smile:
"I can''t survive in Qingxuan City anymore. I want to come here to make some livelihood."
(This chapter ends)