Asking about longevity

The junior formation master among the demon hunters is the first-grade formation master.

Following this direction, Qian Hong ordered Qian Shunzhi to investigate again. After a few days of investigation, he had some clues.

Qian Shunzhi found out Mo Hua's name, address, parents and other information, as well as a portrait of Mo Hua.

Now this portrait is placed in front of Qian Hong.

The portrait is of an eleven or twelve-year-old boy with a handsome face, eyes as clear as water, and a smile like the morning glow.

Qian Hong looked shocked and frightened.

He was shocked that he had the strength of a first-class formation master at such a young age. What he was afraid of was that if this child grew up and improved in formation techniques, the Qian family might no longer have a foothold.

Among all the monastic professions, formations are the most widely used and have the greatest influence.

Now Mo Hua can only draw the first-grade formations, and the Qian family is tired of supporting him. If he is promoted to the second-grade in the future, he doesn't even have to do it himself. As long as he speaks, the Qian family will be in bad luck.

Qian Hong became murderous.

Master Qian still wanted to negotiate first and advised Qian Hong not to rush into action.

It would be a pity if a first-grade formation master who was more than ten years old died.

Master Qian knows how hard it is to study formations and become an formation master, so he does not advise Qian Hong to do everything right.

Qian Hong thought for a moment and said, "Master Qian's words make sense. I will consider it carefully."

Master Qian nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

After Qian Hong sent Master Qian away, he immediately ordered Qian Shunzhi: "Find a few disciples of the Qian family at the ninth level of Qi refining and find a way to kill this little formation master!"

Qian Shunzhi was a little surprised, "Where is Master Qian..."

"Master Qian is obsessed with formations and doesn't understand these things."

Qian Hong's eyes turned cold and he continued: "That Mo Hua is from a casual cultivator, his father is a demon hunter, his relatives and friends are all casual cultivators, and he is highly valued by Yu Changlin, so there is no way he can be on good terms with my Qian family! "

Qian Shunzhi bowed his head and said yes, and then said: "If Dao Tingsi finds out..."

"If Daotingsi pursues the case, I will try my best to save you. If I can't save you, I can still make money by exchanging a few lives for the life of a first-grade formation master."

Qian Hong looked at Qian Shunzhi and said, "Try not to take action, let others take action, and they will bear the blame. I value you, so don't get angry and keep your hands and feet as clean as possible."

Qian Shunzhi's heart trembled.

He finally understood why Qian Hong could become the head of the family.

This cold heart and thick and dark techniques are worth learning by yourself!

Qian Shunzhi respectfully accepted the order, and then followed Qian Hong's instructions and found a few ninth-level Qi Refining monks who were not familiar with the family. He told them that the family leader had an order and asked them to kill one person. After the event was completed, they would all get A direct lineage quota.

If something unfortunate happens to them, the head of the family will also give their children generous pensions.

Wealth and honor were sought in danger, but none of the monks refused.

Everyone dressed up as passing merchants and sat in a teahouse on South Street, listening to books and drinking tea, while squatting and painting.

This is the only way for ink painting to go home.

They were well prepared and carried expensive jade talismans with them, in order to kill them in one fell swoop without leaving any further trouble. new

Qian Shunzhi sat far away, pretending to drink tea, but glanced at the intersection from the corner of his eye, searching for the figure in the ink painting based on the ink painting in his mind.

Soon, he spotted a young monk with red lips and white teeth, carrying a storage bag, appearing at the intersection.

It's ink painting.

Qian Shunzhi coughed and signaled.

Several monks from the Qian family looked as usual, eating when they should, drinking when they should, and listening when they should read, but their men all started to move.

Some were touching knives, some were holding swords, and some were putting their hands into their arms, preparing to use the talismans.

They were well disguised and kept their faces low. They were ready to kill Mo Hua quickly and then evacuate immediately.

But while Mo Hua was walking, he suddenly stopped and looked at the teahouse with a little doubt, and also saw Qian Shunzhi and the others.

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"These people want to kill me?" Mo Hua was stunned for a moment.

The spiritual power of these monks in their spiritual consciousness is already in operation, which is a sign that they are about to take action.

And since he appeared, the consciousness of these people has been vaguely spying on him, with obvious malice.

They are all at the ninth level of Qi refining, and their spiritual consciousness is far less powerful than that of Mo Hua. They think they are doing something obscure, but in Mo Hua's perception, it is as clear as watching fire.

"How to do it?"

Mo Hua put his hand into the storage bag and found a few formations. He secretly took them out and stuffed them into his sleeves.

He prepared the formation first.

If you can escape, run away first. If you can't escape, find an opportunity to set up a formation and blow them up.

Even if the first-grade earth fire formation cannot kill them, it can at least temporarily stop them.

After that, Mo Hua relied on the passing water to run away no matter what.

He is only at the sixth level of Qi refining now. It is not wise to get entangled with these ninth-level Qi refining physical practitioners. He can just run away.

Mo Hua had made up his mind and turned around to leave.

Qian Shunzhi and others also realized that something was wrong. Their intentions seemed to have been discovered for some reason.

Without further ado, they all stood up and wanted to take action forcefully.

Suddenly, a pair of big hands pressed on Qian Shunzhi's shoulders and pushed Qian Shunzhi back to his seat.

Qian Shunzhi looked up and saw that he was an unknown demon hunter. He was at the ninth level of Qi refining and had a strong aura.

He looked around again, and saw that several of his companions were also being restrained, and there were several demon hunters surrounding them.

"You stole my things." The demon hunter said.

Qian Shunzhi's eyelids twitched and he denied, "I didn't steal it."

"No, you stole it!"

Qian Shunzhi sneered, "What did I steal from you?"

"Oh, I remembered it wrong," the demon hunter said, "You want to steal my things!"

"you put--"

Before Qian Shunzhi finished speaking, the demon hunter punched him in the stomach.

There was a burst of cramping pain, and Qian Shunzhi's heart was exposed. He reluctantly drew his knife and slashed at the demon hunter.

Several other Qian family monks also took action.

The demon hunter and the monks from the Qian family started to move, their blood and spiritual energy surging.

The scene was a bit chaotic for a while. After more than twenty rounds of fighting, the demon hunter, who was outnumbered, knocked down Qian Shunzhi and others and tied them up with ropes.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment and then understood.

This is South Street, the territory of the demon hunter, which is roughly equivalent to his "territory".

The streets were full of monster hunters he was familiar with.

Mo Hua suddenly felt his waist stiffen.

When the Qian family comes to cause trouble, the uncles and uncles of the demon hunters will naturally deal with them.

He doesn't even need to run, or even waste his formation.

Seeing that they were all tied up, Mo Hua went up to take a look and asked, "Uncle Zhao, what are we going to do with these people?"

The leading demon hunter is Lao Zhao.

He was chased by the Qian family before and was dying hanging on a branch of the cliff. It was Mo Hua who found him and everyone was able to save him.

Lao Zhao was seriously injured and had been recovering for a while. Now his injuries are almost healed.

Old Zhao smiled at Mo Hua and said, "Beat them first, then send them to Daotingsi and tell them they intend to murder."

Mo Hua nodded, "They want to kill me, thank you Uncle Zhao."

"Thank you for what." Old Zhao said with a smile, "I have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid my life would be hard to save."

Mo Hua smiled and said: "This is all a small matter, no need to thank you."

Lao Zhao took out a few jade talismans from the Qian family monk's storage bag and threw them to Mo Hua, "You can play with these talismans."