The number of monks from outside Tongxian City gradually increased.

Two months later, Mo Hua sat on a rock in the inner mountain, looked at the Sinan Compass in his hand, and frowned.

There was a light on the compass before, and Mo Hua rushed over. Most of them were monster hunters hunting monsters, and some monsters were fighting for territory. There were few monks fighting each other.

Occasionally, there are some familiar monster hunters who dress differently, learn Taoist techniques and use different styles of spiritual weapons from those in Tongxian City. They should be from other places, but there are not many of them, and they are rarely encountered. .

But it's different now.

In the inner mountains of Dahei Mountain, you can often see strange faces.

Sinan's compass lit up, and there were many foreign monks fighting.

There were suddenly more battles among the monks.

Some were fighting over monsters, some were fighting over a quarrel, and some monks were obviously deliberately causing trouble.

What's worse, it's naked murder and robbery!

Mo Hua once saw a truck. The goods in the truck were gone, but the surrounding area was stained with blood, and the remains of monks were everywhere.

Looking at the traces nearby, it was obvious that a group of merchants were intercepted and killed by monks, their goods were robbed, and all the people were killed.

Then the monster smelled the blood and came over and ate the corpse.

His eyes were full of mess and his death was miserable.

Mo Hua looked uncomfortable and couldn't bear it, and couldn't help but sigh.

After that, life in Uchiyama was probably not going to be peaceful.

Fortunately, the demon hunters in Tongxian City are gradually growing stronger, with more and more manpower. Most of them are wearing iron armor and holding first-class swords. Among the several nearby fairy cities, their strength is second to none.

These foreign monks do not dare to offend the local demon hunters easily.

But it will be hard to say in the future.

But let Elder Yu worry about these things. He should save some spiritual ink, practice formations, enhance his spiritual consciousness, and see if he can build a foundation.

Mo Hua gathered his thoughts, then ate some dried meat and drank some juice made from wild fruits.

These juices were chilled by him with cold air. When he drank them in his mouth, they tasted sour, sweet and ice-cold.

Ink painting also makes me feel much better.

After a while, Siman's compass lighted up again, and Mo Hua packed up his things, used the passing water step, and hurried through the mountains, forests and rocks with light steps.

Being far away, Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness was released, and he briefly scanned it, feeling a little disappointed.

The monks were fighting again.

Mo Hua sighed.

Usually when monks fight, Mo Hua doesn't care.

He only has the seventh level of Qi refining, and the only spell he uses to attack is fireball. He is very proficient in the Water Step. He can protect himself, but he doesn't really want to cause trouble.

What's more, when it comes to disputes between monks, most of the time, just passing by and taking a look or two, it's hard to tell right from wrong.

Weak people are not necessarily good people, and strong people are not necessarily bad people.

Someone who looks evil may not be a bad person, and someone who looks kind may not necessarily be a good person.

You can know people by their faces but not by their hearts. People cannot be judged by their appearance.

Mo Hua decided to take a sneak peek or two as usual. Anyway, he had nothing to do now, so he had nothing to do.

With his spiritual consciousness, the Qi Refining monk could not detect it at all.

Mo Hua climbed up a rock, gathered his breath, and peeked over under the cover of vegetation.

On the rugged and narrow mountain road, two monks were fighting.

The cultivation levels of the monks on both sides are mostly in the late stage of Qi refining.

There were only four people on one side, three men and one woman. They were at a disadvantage and were struggling to support themselves with a few boxes of luggage.

On the other side, there were seven people, dressed in different costumes and with unfamiliar faces, who were besieging four monks, three men and one woman.

Moreover, the offensive is becoming more and more rapid, and the four monks may not be able to sustain it for long.

robbery?

Mo Hua frowned and continued reading, then he realized something was wrong.

He seemed to know those four monks.

There was a monk who was past middle age and had a few faint scars on his face. He had a good relationship with his father, Mo Shan, and had even visited the ink painter's house before.

Mo Hua remembers that his name is Ji Qingbai, and Mo Hua calls him Uncle Ji.

The young and gentle monk next to him is Ji Qingbai's son, named Ji Li.

They, father and son, are also demon hunters, but they are not monks from Tongxian City, but from Qingxuan City next door.

Qingxuan City is far away from Tongxian City and passes through the inner mountains of Dahei Mountain, so under normal circumstances, the monks from the two cities don't move around much.

There was also a burly monk with a burly build, a wolf skin wrapped around his waist, and a murderous mace with sharp barbs all over it.

Mo Hua remembered that when he and Qian Xing had a conflict, it was this big man who came forward to stop the Qian family's ninth-level Qi Refining monk.

In Mo Hua's impression, this big man had profound cultivation and was quite capable of swearing.

Now he is fighting one against three, and he never loses. The earth-gray spiritual energy on the mace is wrapped around him. When he swings it, the wind is strong, and the force is heavy at first glance.

At the same time, he was still cursing, saying things like "a bunch of bastards", "a sneak attack coward", "a trash who has the ability to single out and bully others" and so on.

Among the four people, the only one Mo Hua didn't recognize was the female cultivator.

She looked about the same age as Ji Li, was injured, had the lowest cultivation level, and had the hardest time supporting her. Fortunately, Ji Li was by her side to take care of her.

But her entire sleeve was soaked with blood, and she probably wouldn't be able to hold on if she continued like this.

Judging from Mo Hua’s experience of watching the battle in the inner mountains for such a long time.

The big man wielding the mace will definitely be able to escape, and Uncle Ji will most likely be able to escape, but it depends on whether the monks chase him or not. If he is chased, it will probably be a disaster.

Ji Li couldn't escape. Although he had the eighth level of Qi Refining, he had little experience in fighting enemies. At this time, he was entangled by so many monks and was in dire straits. He had no way to escape.

As for that female cultivator, she is probably destined to die.

Maybe death is the best outcome...

Mo Hua sighed inwardly.

What to do?

There are seven people on the opposite side, which is a bit too many. Even if Mo Hua joins the battle, he may not be able to save them all.

Mo Hua can't beat him but can run away.

But Ji Li and the female nun shouldn't be able to escape.

Ji Li couldn't run away, and Ji Qingbai definitely didn't want to leave for the sake of his son.

That big man seemed to be a bloody and loyal man, and he would probably fight to the end.

"It's best to save people. Living is better than anything else."

Mo Hua made up his mind and took out a piece of bamboo tube. The bamboo tube was red and there was a fireworks array painted inside.

This kind of bamboo tube is easy to make, and the fireworks array inside is specially drawn by ink painting, and it is basically available to all monster hunters who go into the mountains.

Once an accident occurs, the formation is triggered and fireworks are set off. Upon hearing the news, nearby demon hunters will come to support.

The ink painting uses spiritual power to activate the fireworks array, and a beam of fire shoots into the sky.

Both sides fighting on the mountain road were stunned when they saw the fireworks.

Mo Hua used Water Step again, quickly ran to the distance, and set off another firework. Then he ran to the top of the mountain on the left, and set off another firework at a different location.

In this way, the three locations, from near to far, released fireworks one after another, creating the illusion that three waves of demon hunters heard the news and came to support one after another.

"It's the demon hunter from Tongxian City!" A foreign monk said in surprise.

"Brother, what should I do?"

"They have many people and armor. We are no match for them."

The leading monk frowned and hesitated for a moment.

Just a little bit...

They had been fighting for a long time, and they were about to kill the monks, robbed the goods, and took the female monk back.

If you evacuate at this time, your success will be in vain!

Seeing that they were not leaving, Mo Hua raised his right hand and released another fireball.

This fireball was fast and accurate, and suddenly hit a foreign monk. The monk staggered and fell to the ground, screaming in pain due to the burning of the fireball.

The spells at the seventh level of Qi refining may not be of much importance to monsters, but when used on monks, their power cannot be underestimated.

"Spell?!" The leading monk was shocked.

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