Chapter 165 Who Is It?

After being attacked, Mo Shan has been on guard.

He vaguely guessed that among the hired monks of the Qian family, there was a monk who was good at hiding and attacked in secret, so he was much more careful in his moves, trying not to leave any flaws.

At the same time, he also paid attention to the battlefield to see if he could find any clues of this monk.

However, although Mo Shan was observant, his spiritual sense was not strong, so he could not see through the concealment technique.

At this time, he saw a fireball technique!

With just one look, he recognized that this was the fireball technique used by his son Mo Hua.

After the fireball technique flew out, a short black-clothed monk was blown out from a gap that was originally empty.

"Mo Hua's spiritual sense can sense this monk who is good at hiding!"

Mo Shan was refreshed, and while fighting with the monks of the Qian family, he paid attention to the fireball technique.

Sure enough, every time the fireball technique flew over, the sneak attack of the black-clothed monk would be interrupted and he would appear for a short time.

Mo Shan had been watching silently, waiting for the black-robed monk to reveal his flaws.

Just now, the black-robed monk suddenly lost his mind, his spiritual power was disordered, and his figure was exposed.

Mo Shan saw the opportunity, grabbed his shoulders directly, and threw the black-robed monk to the ground fiercely.

The black-robed monk was good at stealth and sneak attacks, and his attacks were vicious, but his body was not strong. After this fall, his bones were broken, he vomited blood, and his heart was cold.

Once the monks who practiced the art of stealth were discovered, it meant that they were in great trouble!

Especially on the battlefield where the monks were fighting.

The black-robed monk endured the severe pain, circulated his spiritual power, and wanted to perform the art of stealth again.

Yu Chengyi on the other side took the opportunity to stride over and kicked him hard in the abdomen.

The black-robed monk suddenly felt that his internal organs were displaced, and his body curled up. He was kicked far away by this kick and fell right in the middle of a group of demon hunters.

The demon hunters had been holding back their anger for a long time. Seeing this, they raised their knives and attacked the black-robed monk.

When the Qian family monks arrived and rescued the black-robed monk, he was already covered with knife marks and only had one breath left.

Elder Yu was very happy and laughed.

Without this hidden monk, the Qian family could only be slowly eroded.

Elder Yu couldn't help but look at Mo Hua again.

He thought that Mo Hua was a child who used the fireball technique to perfection, fast and accurate, and might really become an incredible spiritual practitioner in the future.

Now he is still young, his realm is low, and his spiritual power is not strong, so this fireball technique can only be regarded as a tricky and evil technique, used to interrupt or disrupt the battle.

When he has a higher level of cultivation in the future, the power of the fireball technique will not be low, and he will suddenly aim at your heart meridian and qi sea...

But you don't even know where he is.

Elder Yu put himself in his shoes and thought about it. Just thinking about it made him feel tricky.

At the same time, Qian Zhongxuan was furious.

It was the fireball technique again!

He was originally watching the show, watching the black-robed monk teasing the demon hunters, watching the demon hunters fall one by one, thinking about the old man Yu Changlin's frustrated and helpless look.

In a blink of an eye, the frustrated and helpless person became him!

Qian Zhongxuan's eyes turned cold, and his spiritual sense suddenly released. He wanted to see who was using the fireball technique? !

Just when his spiritual sense was about to scan the ink painting, Elder Yu suddenly appeared and blocked the ink painting.

Qian Zhongxuan felt that his spiritual sense was blocked, and when he looked closely, it was Yu Changlin's old face again!

Elder Yu looked at him with a smile, Qian Zhongxuan felt something was wrong, and immediately said with pain: "Retreat!"

Qian Zhongxuan had already shouted "Retreat" very skillfully.

Elder Yu saw Qian Zhongxuan retreating and no longer spying with his spiritual sense, so he embraced Mo Hua, jumped into the mine.

"You should be more careful in the future, don't take risks, and don't make a move if you can." Elder Yu warned.

He was afraid that if Mo Hua made a move, the Qian family would find out. With the petty nature of Qian Zhongxuan, the old man, he would probably be shameless and unscrupulous to Mo Hua.

"Yeah," Mo Hua nodded his little head, "either don't make a move, or you will kill the other person!"

Mo Hua said harsh words in a childish voice.

Elder Yu listened and couldn't help laughing, "Who taught you this?"

"My father taught me!"

Elder Yu nodded and smiled, "Well said! The cultivation world is dangerous, either don't make a move, or if you make a move, don't hold back. Your father taught you well!"

His father was praised, and Mo Hua nodded proudly.

The black-robed monk was hacked to pieces, Qian Zhongxuan shouted to retreat, and the Qian family monks slipped away in disgrace. However, when they retreated, they were ambushed by the demon hunters and lost a lot of manpower.

Qian Zhongxuan was completely helpless now. He had lost all his money, lost manpower, and it was estimated that the spiritual mine was out of the question.

He could no longer hold his head up in the family.

Qian Zhongxuan hated it very much!

He hated the old man Yu Changlin, the carelessness of the hired monks, and the incompetence of his monks.

But what he cared about most was who was helping the demon hunter draw the formation, and who was using the magic in secret?

Which formation master would lower himself to help this group of poor demon hunters draw formations?

And which cultivator would use this weak but tricky fireball technique?

If there were no formations and fireball techniques, he would have taken the spiritual mine long ago.

Qian Zhongxuan was puzzled and had to vent his anger on Qian Zhuang, scolding him.

If he hadn't done his job poorly, he wouldn't have gotten into all this trouble!

Originally, he had agreed with the head of the family that he could get an extra 10% of spiritual stones if he took over the spiritual mine. Now, even if he got an extra 20%, it wouldn't make up for his losses.

Qian Zhongxuan became angrier and angrier as he thought about it.

Qian Zhuang asked in a low voice, "Elder, what should we do next?"

He wanted to divert his attention so that Qian Zhongxuan wouldn't be so focused on scolding him.

Qian Zhongxuan frowned, but before he could think about it, there were cries outside the camp.

It was the injured Qian family cultivators and those hired cultivators.

Qian Zhongxuan sighed, waved his sleeves, and said helplessly: "Save people first."

In the open space outside the camp, the wounded were everywhere, wailing.

The black-clothed monk was also receiving treatment.

The Qian family's alchemist fed him elixirs, applied some herbs, and then slowly cleared the remaining spiritual power in his body, and by the way, cut his hair that was burned by the fireball.

The black-clothed monk's injuries gradually stabilized, and after a long time, he slowly woke up.

The pain in his body made his mind blank, and then he gradually recalled what happened during the day.

There were many things, and the impression of many monks flashed by, including the monk who threw him, the monk who kicked him, and the monk who chopped him with a knife.

Of course, there was also the monk who used the fireball!

The black-clothed monk couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment.

He had been in the second-grade Black Mountain State for more than a hundred years, and he had been smooth sailing and rarely failed. Now he was attacked by someone using the fireball technique, and he was inexplicably defeated.

That kind of elementary fireball technique, that kind of fireball technique with the power of the middle stage of Qi Refining!

Being attacked by the fireball technique!

A hundred-year-old monk was attacked by the fireball technique!

It was a great shame!

In addition to being angry, the black-clothed monk was extremely confused.

How was he attacked, how was his concealment technique discovered, who used the fireball technique, and how could he hit him accurately every time?

The black-clothed monk couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought. He couldn't help but feel depressed, spit out a mouthful of blood, and roared unwillingly:

"Who the hell used the fireball technique?!"

After saying this, he was so angry that his wound split again, his eyes went black, and he fainted again.