Chapter 245 Return


    The one-eyed monk looked in disbelief.


    If Zhao Hu had not been seriously injured or died, the storage bag would not have fallen into the hands of others.


    Originally, he thought that when Zhao Hu killed the boy named Ji and came back to help, he could kill all these monks.


    Now, not only did Zhao Hu not kill anyone, but he might have been killed.


    One-eyed Sin Xiu spat and scolded.


    In the current situation, he had no time to think about who Zhao Hu was trapped in.


    If you drag it on, they will die when the demon hunter arrives.


    One-eyed sin cultivator measured for a moment, but finally he could only grit his teeth and said, "Get away first!"


    The other few sins were unwilling to accept their minds, but they all knew that the situation was powerless at this time, and they could only look at the resentful eyes and prepare to retreat.


    Seeing that they wanted to retreat, Mo Hua''s eyes flashed slightly and suddenly said:


    "That short guy, are you called Diao Laosan?"


    The short hidden monk stopped and his eyes were cold.


    He has been in the world of cultivation for a hundred years. When did he be screamed by a little ghost like this?


    Mo Hua pretended to persuade, "Your concealment technique is not good, I can see through it at a glance. I will hide away next time I see it, otherwise I will be embarrassed again."


    Diao Laosan couldn''t help but feel angry.


    Mo Hua said sarcastically again: "Or why you change your name too. It''s not called Diao Lao San, but Diao Wei. When you see me, you will run away with your tail in your mouth."


    Diao Lao San was so angry that he almost bit his teeth into pieces. He felt a stream of blood rushing into his throat and almost vomited it out.


    One-eyed Sui Xiu said coldly: "Don''t be provoked by him, and settle the score with him in the future!"


    Diao Laosan looked at Mo Hua angrily, as if he wanted to keep the appearance of Mo Hua in his heart.


    After that, several sinful practitioners stopped talking and gradually retreated until their figures disappeared into the deep forest.


    Ji Qingbai and the other two breathed a sigh of relief.


    But Mo Hua was a little regretful and failed to leave the hidden monk named Diao Laosan.


    The figure of the demon hunter had been sensed in his spiritual sense, and the demon hunter would soon come to support him.


    Uncle Ji and the other three were injured and could not chase after them rashly. Mo Hua could not keep those sins alone.


    Fortunately, everyone is fine, and Mo Hua is relieved.


    Mo Hua distributed the elixirs refined by Mr. Feng to three people.


    The two demon hunters thanked him, took the pills, and began to meditate and heal their wounds.


    Ji Qingbai was worried, looking at the ink painting, but he stopped talking.


    Mo Hua said, "Brother Ji is indeed alive, but he is seriously injured. You should heal your wounds quickly and you can go and see him earlier."


    Ji Qingbai nodded quickly, swallowed the pill whole, and began to regulate his breathing and heal his wounds.


    In a short while, a demon hunter came over.


    The fog suddenly rose before and I couldn’t tell the direction, so some demon hunters got away.


    Now that the fog has dissipated, the demon hunter who saw the fireworks signal can come over to support him.


    At the same time, the one-eyed Sin Xiu, Diao Laosan and others fled to a forest along the rugged mountain road.


    As the one-eyed monk walked, he suddenly looked up and found someone in front of him. He ordered everyone to scatter and ambush among the shrubs on both sides.


    After a while, more than a dozen monks walked upstairs, all wearing black clothes and did not look like good people.


    Seeing this, the one-eyed monk breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Brother!"


    The sin cultivator, called the eldest brother, was a bald man with a ninth level of Qi Refining, a medium-sized person, his eyes were like an eagle, his earlobes were sharp, and he asked with a frown:


    "How are things done?"


    The one-eyed monk looked ashamed, "I missed."


    "Why did you miss it? Where is Zhao Hu?"


    One-eyed sin practice cannot speak.


    Why did you miss it?


    He could say that he was teased by a little girl with unwanted breasts, which delayed his time, so he failed to kill Ji Qingbai.


    And Zhao Hu didn’t know where to go, didn’t he know his life or death?


    In front of so many people, he can''t afford to lose this face.


    One-eyed sinful cultivator could only bite the bullet and said:


    "The demon hunter supports quickly, and the life and death of the Zhao Hu brothers are unknown."


    The bald monk, who was called the eldest brother, looked cold.


    Diao Laosan estimated the number of people who had surrendered the crime, turned his eyes and bowed:


    "Brother, we have a lot of people now, so you might as well go back and catch them off guard!"


    Diao Laosan''s voice implicitly hatred.


    He wanted to kill the young monk who used fireball skills!


    He suffered a great loss several times in the hands of that little ghost.


    Before leaving, the little devil was sarcastic and ridiculed him in all kinds of ways. He felt angry and frustrated when he thought about those words now.


    Have he ever suffered such humiliation?


    The most important thing is that his hidden skills and ability were restrained by the little devil.


    If we don’t abandon that little devil, we will fall into his hands sooner or later! Unless it is really like the little devil said, he is a human being with his tail in his mouth and runs away when he sees the little devil.


    But if he really did this, his face would be lost and he would never be able to get in the Black Mountain State again.


    This is even more uncomfortable than killing him!


    Diao Lao San said again: "They must have not gone far. We will return at this time. The person named Ji will definitely die, and other demon hunters can also kill them!"


    Especially that **** little monk, if he didn''t crush the little ghost''s bones and expelled it from ashes, it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.


    One-eyed Sin Xiu also had a gaze when he heard this:


    "Brother, this plan is feasible. We are now full of people and powerful, so we can fight and decide quickly."


    The bald monk pondered for a moment and said slowly:


    "Only by killing someone with Ji''s surname, the Kong family will pay the remaining spirit stones. Let''s go over together, move quickly, and then withdraw after killing!"


    All the sins cultivators all claimed "yes", and then their figures flashed and they headed towards the hillside.


    On the hillside, ink paintings are still there, and demon hunters are coming one after another, and more and more people are coming.


    This is beyond the expectations of ink painting.


    The mountain is so big that he set off a few fireworks, so it is impossible for so many demon hunters to come here.


    After asking the whole story, Mo Hua was a little stunned.


    Before, many demon hunters were separated because of the fog.


    Generally speaking, it is foggy, so it is best to stay in place, but this is the inner mountain. The situation is dangerous and there will always be accidents.


    If you encounter monsters, poisonous swamps, or attacked by monks, the demon hunter has to continue to find a way in the fog, and it will inevitably get lost.


    After the fog disappeared, the demon hunters gathered together in groups of three or three.


    If anyone sees fireworks, he will rush over to support him and pass on the message to each other.


    Several demon hunters had seen ink paintings and said, "Someone is injured, and ink paintings are there."


    This sentence spreads through ten, ten to hundreds, and as it passes through, it becomes "Mo Hua is also injured."


    When the demon hunters heard this, they became angry.


    What’s so bad if the ink painting is injured?


    Any demon hunter who hears the news will come here no matter how far away.


    Some are still chasing the monsters with low blood, some are skinning and bones, and some are packing up their storage bags and preparing to go down the mountain. When they heard the news, they stopped what they were doing, and immediately rushed over.


    So there are more and more demon hunters gathering on the hillside, and there are almost a hundred people...


    After Mo Hua asked the whole story clearly, she was both moved and a little amused.


    After a while, Yu Chengyi also came.


    He was hunting monsters on the other side, far away, and rushed over panting. When he saw Mo Hua, he asked, "It''s okay."


    "It''s fine."


    This sentence is fine, I have said it dozens of times.


    Yu Chengyi then breathed a sigh of relief, "It''s fine if it''s okay."


    Then he wondered again, "Why did I hear someone say you were injured?"


    Mo Hua said helplessly: "Someone was injured, but it was not me."


    "That''s good." Yu Chengyi nodded, then became a little angry again, and ordered:


    "Tell everyone, the ink painting is fine, don''t spread it randomly."


    If it is passed on again, his father, Elder Yu, will probably have to go up the mountain in person.


    Yu Chengyi looked around and then asked, "What happened?"


    Mo Hua briefly talks about Ji Li being chased and Ji Qingbai and two demon hunters being besieged.


    Yu Chengyi was furious and said, "It will be a disaster for these **** to stay in the mountains sooner or later, and they will be killed sooner or later!"


    Ink painting is also a pity.


    If Uchiyama was not so big, the demon hunter could have come a little earlier, or those sinful cultivators were angry with him, and they could delay for a while and they could have left them all behind.


    The ink painting''s spiritual sense was released and I glanced at it for another week, and I couldn''t help but feel a little disappointed.


    "That dwarf who knows concealment skills can really tolerate it. When I scold him like this, he didn''t even want to come back and cause trouble for me?"


    Are they all born in turtles like Qian Hong?


    Mo Hua said silently in her heart.


    After a while, Ji Qingbai''s injury was finished and he was eager to see Ji Li''s injuries, so everyone was ready to go down the mountain.


    Suddenly, Mo Hua''s spiritual sense moved, his eyes gradually lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Wait."


    The demon hunters stopped and looked at him in confusion.


    Mo Hua held his breath and concentrated his mind, put his spiritual consciousness to the extreme, then opened his eyes, smiled, and said:


    "The big fish was caught back."


    ?Thank you for the reward of Ender Sky~


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    (This chapter ends)