Asking about longevity

Xie Xiu's pale right hand strangled Mo Hua's neck.

Everything was originally according to his plan.

He first pretended to be defeated and rested his spiritual power. When Daotingsi's lackeys became careless, he suddenly launched a sneak attack and killed two men, leaving the woman to collect supplements.

If the woman is harvested until she dies, he will be able to restore his blood and spiritual power.

His appearance can also be restored.

At that time, with this young and handsome skin, he can deceive a little girl who is inexperienced in the world, and slowly collect supplements while temporarily sheltering from the limelight.

When this storm passes, he can still be at ease.

If it weren't for this brat!

He said that he would break his legs, cripple his meridians, and shatter his sea of ​​qi!

His plan might have succeeded.

The Dao Tingsi monk wanted to destroy his meridians, so he definitely couldn't do it without hesitation. Otherwise, even if he had extraordinary skills and cut off his meridians and lost his spiritual power, he wouldn't be able to survive.

He could only take action in advance.

The two monks holding the sword were easy to deal with, but the one holding the sword was a bit more difficult.

He originally thought it would be a bit tricky, but he didn't expect it to be this difficult.

The body skills he relies on cannot give him an advantage.

The man holding the sword was never injured or bled, and his evil spiritual power could not threaten him.

In addition, he himself is already scarred and at the end of his rope. If he drags on any longer, he will be dragged to death.

Even if he escapes, in this black mountain, without food and clothing, and without female cultivators, he will die sooner or later!

So he could only do the next best thing and catch the kid first to threaten the man and seek a chance of survival. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎

The evil cultivator's hand reached towards the back of Mo Hua's neck.

In his eyes, this kid is absolutely inevitable.

Not to mention a kid in his teens, even a monk in the late stage of Qi refining was caught off guard and couldn't escape at all...

However, he missed the opportunity.

Mo Hua seemed to have noticed it a long time ago. He shrunk his head, squatted down, and took the opportunity to roll his small body to the side until he was several feet away.

Only the evil cultivator was left, standing there stupidly...

Mo Hua dodged and Zhang Lan also breathed a sigh of relief.

If Mo Hua was caught, he would really have nothing to do and the situation would become a dead end.

Either a few die, or everyone dies together.

Fortunately, the ink painting is clever.

In such a short period of time, he can detect danger and avoid it flexibly.

Zhang Lan felt a faint fear in his heart, then his eyes turned cold, and he activated his sword energy to attack the evil cultivator.

He needed to kill this beast as soon as possible to avoid further trouble.

Xie Xiu came back to his senses and looked at the ink painting in the distance with cold eyes.

"You bad boy, you're lucky."

He didn't think Mo Hua could dodge his move. He could dodge it, but he was just lucky.

Mo Hua stood still in the distance and sighed:

"It seems that I want to destroy your meridians, shatter your sea of ​​energy, and break your legs, otherwise you will do bad things again."

Mo Hua thought for a while and added:

"Three legs are broken!"

Zhang Lan's expression froze, and then he said hurriedly: "Don't anger him!"

He turned his head and saw that the evil cultivator's eyes were red.

Xie Xiu's eyes were red and he was extremely angry. In his life, he had never been so humiliated by a brat.

The figure flashed, the evil cultivator's eyes were filled with hatred, and he went straight towards the ink painting.

Zhang Lan felt cold in his heart.

Damn it, this is an evil cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining, Mo Hua can't handle it.

He was originally lucky that Mo Hua escaped and he would be safe as long as he ran farther away.

Then he used magic to drive away the evil cultivators, and they made long-term plans.

Unexpectedly, Mo Hua actually made provocative words. The evil cultivator originally wanted to arrest him and threaten him. But now he was humiliated by Mo Hua's words and was so angry that he couldn't let it go.

Zhang Lan was impatient and could only quickly activate his sword energy, hoping that the evil cultivators would retreat after seeing the difficulties.

It's just that he is far away from the ink painting, while the evil cultivator is close to the ink painting.

It also takes time for him to condense his spells, so after the sword energy flies out, it is difficult to hit the evil cultivator and can only delay the evil cultivator's speed.

The evil cultivator had a strange figure. After dodging a few sword energy, he approached the ink painting and reached out to grab it.

Then, he missed again.

The ink painting slowly floated backwards from his finger, avoiding his grasp.

Xie Xiu didn't believe Xie, so he turned around with a bow, lifted up his left hand, and then grabbed Mo Hua.

However, the ink painting turned back lightly, without borrowing or using any force, as if a fallen leaf was carelessly fluttering in the wind and drifted away from his fingers.

The evil cultivator continued to grab Mo Hua, but every time he took action, Mo Hua always managed to escape from his grasp.

The body technique is invisible, shaped like flowing water, changing with the trend, and unpredictable.

It seems to be close at hand, but actually it is far away.

The evil cultivator almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

He is a flower picker! He is a flower picker who relies on his body skills to make a living!

It’s just that he can’t compare to that lackey of Daotingsi, but now even a bigger kid can play with him?

The key is, he can't play with this little brat!

Every round he thought he could catch it, but he always couldn't.

The more aggressive the evil cultivator's attack became, the more calm Mo Hua's movement became.

Suddenly, Mo Hua distanced himself and pointed to condense his energy.

The evil cultivator was stunned, what are you doing?

Still want to use magic?

"court death!"

The distance was so close that by the time he released his spell, he would have already broken his neck.

The evil cultivator sneered and jumped forward.

But before he could reach the ink painting, a fireball had already condensed and flew towards his face, smearing on his face.

The evil cultivator couldn't believe it and was horrified.

"How could it be so fast?!"

The power of the fireball technique is not very high, but if it hits the face, it will still cause facial pain and dizziness.

The evil cultivator couldn't help but stagnate.

At the same time, Zhang Lan saw the right moment and fired a water-shaped sword energy, directly hitting Xie Xiu's heart.

The evil cultivator's eyes were distracted and he fell to the ground with a plop.

The mountains and forests are also a little quieter.

The evil cultivator fell to the ground, but Zhang Lan, who had knocked down the evil cultivator, was still stunned on the spot, his mood fluctuating for a moment.

What did he just see?

An attack from an evil cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining was completely dodged by Mo Hua?

Ninth level of Qi refining? All hidden?

And what kind of movement is that?

The movement is irregular, the movement is shapeless, erratic, elusive, concise and clear, yet confusing...

Who taught him this movement technique? !

Zhang Lan stood for a long time, his memories gradually turned over, and then he remembered.

Oh yes, it seems to be a fleeting step!

This... seems to be what I taught...

Mo Hua looked at the evil cultivator on the ground, swept his consciousness and said:

"Uncle Zhang, come quickly, he's not dead yet."

Zhang Lan came back to his senses, his expression tightened, and he immediately went to Xie Xiu's side.

He inspected the injury and said: "He's not dead yet, but his spiritual power has been exhausted and his blood has been lost, so he can't make any waves."

Just now, his sword energy pierced the evil cultivator's heart, but it missed slightly, so the evil cultivator did not die.

After Zhang Lan finished speaking, the evil cultivator even groaned in pain a few times and opened his eyes, full of resentment.

"Life is so hard." Mo Hua sighed.

Zhang Lan fed Situ Fang and Situ Xiu some elixirs. The two meditated and adjusted their breath for a while before they recovered. After that, they wanted to drag the evil cultivator back to Daotingsi.

"Wait a minute." Mo Hua said.

Several people turned their heads and looked at Mo Hua doubtfully.

Mo Hua walked to Zhang Lan and struggled to pull out the sword from Zhang Lan's waist.

He held the sword in both hands, walked up to the evil cultivator, and said:

"That's right, I'm going to break your leg!"

Then with a sword, the evil cultivator's leg was broken.