Chapter 164: Who is it

After Mo Shan was sneak attacked, he was always vigilant.

He vaguely guessed that among the cultivators hired by the Qian family, there was one skilled in hiding and sneak attacks, so he was much more careful and tried not to leave any openings.

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

However, although Mo Shan's observation was sharp, his divine sense was not strong, so he couldn't see through the hiding technique.

Just at this time, he saw a fireball technique!

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

And after the fireball technique flew out, a short, black-clothed cultivator also exploded out of an originally empty space.

"Mo Hua's divine sense can perceive this cultivator skilled in hiding!"

Mo Shan's spirits were lifted. While fighting with the Qian family cultivators, he paid attention to the fireball technique.

Sure enough, every time the fireball technique flew over, the black-clothed cultivator's sneak attack would be interrupted, and he would briefly reveal himself.

Mo Shan always watched silently, always waiting for the black-clothed cultivator to expose a flaw.

Just a moment ago, the black-clothed cultivator's state of mind suddenly became abnormal, his spiritual power chaotic, and he revealed his form.

Mo Shan seized the opportunity, grabbed his shoulder directly, and threw the black-clothed cultivator heavily to the ground.

The black-clothed cultivator was skilled in hiding and sneak attacks, and his attacks were vicious, but his physical body was not strong. After this throw, his bones fractured, he spat blood, and at the same time, he felt a chill in his heart.

Cultivators who cultivate hiding techniques, once their tracks are seen through, it means great disaster is imminent!

Especially on this kind of chaotic battlefield with many cultivators.

The black-clothed cultivator endured the severe pain, operated his spiritual power, and wanted to cast the hiding technique again.

On the other side, Yu Chengyi seized the opportunity and rushed over in large strides, kicking him heavily in the abdomen with one foot.

The black-clothed cultivator suddenly felt his internal organs shift, his body curled up, and he was kicked far away by this kick, landing right in the middle of a pile of demon hunters.

The demon hunters were already suppressing their anger. Seeing the situation at this time, they all raised their knives and greeted the black-clothed cultivator.

By the time the Qian family cultivators rushed over and managed to save the black-clothed cultivator, he was already covered in knife marks and had only one breath left.

Elder Yu watched delightedly and laughed heartily.

Without this hiding cultivator, the Qian family could only be slowly worn down.

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

He thought that this child, Mo Hua, used the fireball technique to perfection, it was fast and accurate, and in the future, he might really become an extraordinary spirit cultivator.

He was still young now, his realm was low, and his spiritual power was not strong, so this fireball technique could only be considered a clever trick used to interrupt or disturb the battle situation.

Wait until his cultivation is high in the future, and the power of the fireball technique is also not low, suddenly targeting your heart meridian and Qi Sea...

You wouldn't even know where he is.

Elder Yu thought about it from his perspective and just thinking about it made him feel troublesome.

At the same time, Qian Zhongxuan was even more furious.

It's the fireball technique again!

He was originally still watching the good show, watching the black-clothed cultivator tease the demon hunters, watching the demon hunters fall one by one, thinking about Elder Yu Changlin's angry and helpless appearance.

In an instant, the person who was angry and helpless became himself!

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

Just as his divine sense was about to sweep over to Mo Hua, Elder Yu suddenly appeared and blocked in front of Mo Hua.

Qian Zhongxuan only felt his divine sense obstructed. When he looked closely, it was that old face of Yu Changlin again!

Elder Yu looked at him with a half-smile. Qian Zhongxuan felt a bad premonition and immediately endured the pain to say: "Withdraw!"

Qian Zhongxuan's shout of "Withdraw" was already very skilled.

Elder Yu saw Qian Zhongxuan withdrawing and not spying with his divine sense, so he then held Mo Hua, leaped up, and entered the mine cave.

"You still need to be more careful later, never take risks, and don't make a move if you don't have to," Elder Yu admonished.

He was afraid that Mo Hua would make a move and the Qian family would see the clues. With that old thing Qian Zhongxuan's petty nature, he would probably shamelessly act against Mo Hua.

"Okay, okay," Mo Hua said, nodding his little head, "Either don't make a move, or if you make a move, take the opponent's life!"

Mo Hua said ruthless words in a childish voice.

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

"My dad 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 dad taught well!"

His dad was praised, and Mo Hua also proudly nodded his head.

The black-clothed cultivator was chopped up, Qian Zhongxuan shouted to withdraw, and the Qian family cultivators dejectedly slipped away again. However, during the retreat, they were pursued and killed by the demon hunters again, and not a few people were lost.

This time, Qian Zhongxuan was completely helpless. His blood capital was lost, his people were damaged, and the spirit mine was probably out of the question.

He would also be completely unable to hold his head up in the family.

Qian Zhongxuan hated to the extreme!

He hated that old fellow Yu Changlin, hated the careless hired cultivators, and hated the incompetent cultivators under him.

But what bothered him the most was still who was helping the demon hunters draw arrays, and who was secretly using spells?

Which array master would lower himself to help these poor demon hunters draw arrays?

And which cultivator would use this kind of fireball technique that was low in power but crafty and strange?

If it weren't for the arrays and the fireball technique, he would have taken down the spirit mine long ago.

Qian Zhongxuan couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought, so he could only take his anger out on Qian Zhuang, spraying him with curses.

If he hadn't handled things poorly, how could he have encountered these rotten matters!

He had originally discussed with the family head that if he took down the spirit mine, he could get an extra one percent of the spirit stones. Now, even if he got an extra two percent, it wouldn't make up for his losses.

Qian Zhongxuan became angrier the more he thought about it.

Qian Zhuang quietly asked, "Elder, what should we do next?"

He wanted to shift the focus so that Qian Zhongxuan wouldn't keep thinking about how to scold him.

Qian Zhongxuan frowned, still not having a good idea, when wails came from outside the camp.

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

Qian Zhongxuan sighed, waved his sleeve, and said helplessly, "Let's save people first."

In the empty space outside the camp, the wounded were everywhere, and there were waves of wails.

That black-clothed cultivator was also receiving treatment.

The Qian family's pill master fed him pills and applied some medicinal herbs, then slowly cleared the remaining spiritual power from his body, and conveniently cut off his scorched hair that had been burned by the fireball technique.

The black-clothed cultivator'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 had happened during the day.

Everything was mixed together, and the impressions of many cultivators flashed through his mind. There was the cultivator who threw him, the cultivator who kicked him, and the cultivators who chopped him with random knives.

Of course, there was also the cultivator who used the fireball technique!

A surge of hatred involuntarily rose in the black-clothed cultivator's heart.

He had been in the second-grade Hei Shan State for a hundred years, smooth sailing, and rarely failed. Now he was sneak attacked by someone using a fireball technique and inexplicably capsized in the gutter.

That beginner's fireball technique, that fireball technique with the power of the Qi Refining middle stage!

Sneak attacked by a fireball technique!

A hundred-year-old cultivator, sneak attacked by a fireball technique!

It was simply a great shame!

Besides hate, the black-clothed cultivator was also extremely puzzled.

How was he sneak attacked, how was his hiding technique seen through, who was using the fireball technique, and how could it hit him accurately every time?

The black-clothed cultivator couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought. He felt depressed in his chest, looked up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and roared unwillingly:

"Exactly who the hell used the fireball technique?!"

After finishing his angry outburst, his anger attacked his heart, his wounds reopened, his eyes turned black, and he fainted again.

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