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Stealth!

Mo Hua has coveted this spell for a long time. ̲x̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

When he first saw Diao Laosan using this technique, Mo Hua wanted to learn it.

Although Elder Yu said that he has a small Five Elements Spiritual Root and is not suitable for learning this spell, how can he know without trying it?

Before, he thought that the hidden monk was hacked to death by a knife, and he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

But I didn't expect that he would appear again now. This was an unexpected surprise.

Now that it has appeared, don't even think about running away.

No matter what, Mo Hua wanted to find out the secret of concealment.

He has now reached the seventh level of Qi refining, and his body skills are sufficient for the time being, but his spells are only fireball.

The power is not as powerful as the previous one, but more than the lower power. I can only say that it is quite satisfactory.

However, the ink painting spiritual root is not very good, and the technique does not add any bonus to spiritual power, so the spell power will not be very strong. Even if you learn another attack spell, it will be meaningless.

Mo Hua wanted to learn some more practical spells.

Stealth is more suitable.

The powerful spiritual consciousness can hide the breath and make it difficult for others to perceive, while the invisibility technique can hide the body shape and will not be seen.

Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is powerful, and if he learns the stealth technique, he can basically protect himself.

Cultivation of Taoism seeks immortality. Since you seek immortality, you must first live.

Diao Laosan's arm was broken by Yu Chengyi, and he was sweating profusely in pain. When he heard this, he said angrily: "Don't even think about it!"

I have fallen into the hands of this brat time and time again, and I wish I could kill him, so how could I give him the stealth technique?

Mo Hua snorted, "Don't toast and eat as a penalty!"

Diao Laosan gritted his teeth and refused to say whether he should live or die.

Mo Hua looked at him, his eyes suddenly lit up, and asked Yu Chengyi: "Uncle Yu, where is his storage bag?"

If a criminal cultivator is caught, regardless of life or death, the storage bag must be removed and marked.

Yu Chengyi rummaged around, took out a storage bag embroidered with blue water patterns, and threw it to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua poured out the contents of the storage bag.

There are two spare daggers, one is a first-grade spiritual weapon and the other is not, probably just for makeshift use.

Several bottles of poison have labels on them with the name of the poison, which are used to apply on the dagger.

There are also several bottles of antidote. Although there is no writing on them, the colors of the bottles correspond to the poisons one by one.

There are also several books on exercises, Taoism, etc., but after a cursory glance at Mo Hua, they are all crappy stuff.

There is no magic formula for concealment.

Mo Hua frowned, "Where did you hide the magic formula?"

Diao Laosan gritted his teeth and said, "You little bastard, I won't tell you!"

"You still dare to scold me?" Mo Hua raised his little eyebrows, pulled out the Qianjun stick with his backhand, and said angrily: "Let's see if I don't smash your mouth!"

Yu Chengyi quickly stopped him, "There's no need to do anything, don't be tired."

Ink painting is not a physical practice, and if you are not good at physical training, you may really hurt yourself.

Besides, there are so many demon hunters here, so there is no need for him to take action.

Several other demon hunters went up to beat Diao Lao San.

A few of them had been guarding the spirit mines, and had seen many of their companions fall under Diao Laosan's vicious dagger. Naturally, they were full of resentment, and they just wanted to vent their anger. ͓̽u͓̽x͓̽.͓̽c͓̽o͓̽m͓̽

When the beating was almost done, Yu Chengyi called to stop.

Mo Hua continued to ask: "Will you tell me?"

Diao Laosan spit out a mouthful of blood and said softly: "If I tell you, can you let me live?"

Mo Hua snorted coldly: "What are you dreaming about?"

He raised two little fingers and continued: "You have only two choices. One is to be honest. We will send you to Daotingsi. Whether you live or die, it depends on how Daotingsi will judge you... "

"Second, if you don't tell me, I will chop you to death right now. Anyway, you are a sinner, so your death will be in vain."

Diao Laosan said coldly: "It's death anyway, why should I say that?"

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He knew very well that if the crime he committed fell into the hands of Dao Tingsi, he would definitely die.

"One is likely to die, and the other is to die now. There is a huge difference."

Mo Hua explained to him: "When you enter the Daoting Bureau, if you bribe the chief, you may not be sentenced to death. If you bribe the chief, you may be acquitted. At worst, if you bribe the jailer, you can try to escape..."

Diao Laosan rolled his eyes. If he had this ability and could bribe the boss, Dian Si, how could he end up falling into the trap of being a bandit?

I have long been able to become the patriarch of a family or the head of a sect, or even an elder at the worst.

Diao Laosan sneered in his heart and still refused to speak.

Seeing this, Mo Hua could only say regretfully: "Then you should go on your way."

It is not a pity to die for these sin cultivators, but they will be purified after death. As for magic, he will think of another way, and it does not have to be concealment.

Mo Hua glanced at Yu Chengyi, who nodded and ordered:

"Drag him aside and hack him to death with a knife."

A demon hunter came over, grabbed the iron chain with his big hand, and dragged Diao Laosan to the side of the woods.

Diao Laosan was dragged halfway and suddenly realized: "I'm going to die now!"

He lived for more than a hundred years and thought about his death countless times, but he didn't take it seriously at the time.

Now when he was actually facing death, he realized the fear of death.

Boundless panic engulfed him in an instant, and his stubbornness to remain silent instantly collapsed, and his will instantly collapsed.

At this moment, he only thought about living one more day, or even one more hour.

As long as you don't die now, you die tomorrow, even if you die next hour, it is better than dying now.

It is better to die in Daotingsi than to be hacked to death with random knives and thrown to feed monsters.

Diao Laosan hurriedly shouted: "I said! I said!"

Mo Hua perked up after hearing this, "Wait a minute!"

The demon hunter dragged Diao Laosan back again and threw him in front of the ink painting.

Diao Laosan already looked pale and was dying.

Seeing this, Mo Hua was puzzled and said: "It would have been better if I had just said no earlier. Why do you need to do this? You have to be beaten too much. You are a bitch..."

Diao Laosan was so angry that he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

Yu Chengyi whispered to Mo Hua: "Say less and don't piss him off again."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded repeatedly and asked about the business: "Where is the secret of concealment?"

Diao Laosan was completely subdued. He had experienced the great fear of death and his anger dissipated. He said honestly:

"Among those Taoist books, there is one called "Fire Flame Fist". From pages 19 to 54, it records... the art of concealment."

Mo Hua rummaged through the contents of his storage bag again, and found a copy of "Fire Fist" with old creases among a pile of Taoist books.

After turning to page 19, I found that the contents of the previous and later chapters were indeed completely different.

At the beginning, it was a fire-based martial art for body training, but after nineteen pages, it suddenly turned into a secret water-based spiritual practice.

And between the lines of the book, there is indeed a line of small words marked:

Stealth.

Mo Hua was overjoyed and glanced at Diao Laosan. He thought that he was indeed an old monk, and his mind was indeed cunning. He hid precious spells and secrets in ordinary body-refining methods.

It's dark under the lamp, so it's naturally not easy to be noticed.

Satisfied, Mo Hua put the "Flame Fist" containing the concealment technique into his storage bag. Suddenly he frowned and thought to himself:

He hid the invisibility technique in "Fire Fist". Could it be that he also hid other spells in another book?

Mo Hua began to flip through other Taoist books, reading page after page, and finally he discovered something unusual.

A monastic martial arts book called "Quicksand Palm" records another spell that Mo Hua has never heard of:

Water prison technique.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows, buy one, get one free!

Thank you Zeyu An and An Ye Xingchen for the reward~