Kong Sheng was not in a hurry, he couldn't escape anyway.

The fat monk stared at the kitchen. Now that he was on guard, Mo Hua would be a little inconvenient to eat here.

And he also wanted Kong Sheng's jade pendant.

However, the means should be more concealed and the actions should be more meticulous, so that you cannot expose your strength.

Mo Hua began to stare at the fat monk. After staring at him for a day, he soon had an idea.

This fat monk would deliver food to the evil cultivator, and at the same time he would deliver food to a monster.

The monster was a tiger demon. In the late stage of the first grade, it was kept in a separate room and locked in chains.

There is also a formation drawn on the chain, which limits the tiger demon to move.

The tiger is the most powerful monster on the Dahei Mountain. It is quite dangerous not to lock it with formations.

This tiger demon looks a bit special, with black and white patterns on his body and a "king" pattern on his head.

It is estimated that the bloodline is extraordinary, so the evil cultivator caught it and locked it in this black mountain village.

As for what this tiger demon is used for, the ink painting is not very clear.

At noon every day, the fat monks will feed the tiger demon.

But I don’t feed much every time, probably because I am afraid that the tiger demon will recover, and will break free from the chains and cause trouble.

Seeing this, Mo Hua smiled and said to himself: "If you don't feed me, then I'll feed me."

He picked and selected from the kitchen, found some monsters, put them in the storage bag, and then touched them into the cell where the tiger demon was imprisoned.

The tiger demon was hungry and was lying on the ground. Suddenly, there were a few more pieces of things in front of him. Although they were dry and hard, they were indeed fleshy.

The tiger demon blinked, slightly confused, but it was hungry and couldn't help but bite the jerky meat and started eating.

Soon it ate all the meat and licked its fangs with unsatisfactory desire.

Mo Hua lost a few more pieces of meat in front of it.

The tiger demon stared ahead, and there was no figure in front of him, but it could detect the breath of a monk.

It didn't know why the monk gave it meat, but driven by hunger, it still ate all the meat.

Then it discovered that the monk's breath disappeared.

The tiger demon opened his mouth and roared in a low voice.

After eating seven or eight points, it recovered its strength by 70 or eight percent, but it was still locked by iron chains and formations and could not move.

The tiger demon's eyes flashed, and then slowly lay down, lowered his head and closed his eyes, looking like he was not full.

I saw the ink painting in the distance, and I had to sigh:

"This tiger demon is so smart."

The fat monk came to feed him again the next day, and his expression was still indignant.

He was scolded by the old man again.

I had lost my pastries before, but now I have started to lose my meat.

The fat monk didn't understand who was dared to steal something in the kitchen of Heishan Village?

And he checked for a long time without any clues.

There was no one in the kitchen except him and the old man.

If no one steals it, is it because it is a ghost?

The fat monk sneered, then frowned, and his heart moved slightly.

"Is it a concealment technique?"

The only thing that can hide from the monk's sight is the hidden technique.

Then the fat monk shook his head again.

The hidden art is not so easy to learn. There may not be a monk who can learn it in the entire Heishan Village.

Moreover, even monks who know how to hide their skills are not flawless.

The hidden monk can deceive the eyes, but cannot deceive the spiritual consciousness.

He had also encountered hidden monks before. Although his eyes could not see, his spiritual consciousness could detect traces. With his rich fighting experience, in just a few rounds, he pulled out the hidden monk and slashed it with one knife.

The fat monk was confident that even a monk who could conceal his magic could not hide his spiritual sense and make small moves under his nose.

So what's going on? Who stole the kitchen stuff?

The fat monk kept thinking while feeding.

But he didn't notice that at this moment, in a corner where he couldn't see, a white and tender little hand was holding the pen, unbuttoning the array pattern on the chain of the demon-binding demons one by one.

The fat monk didn't notice it, but the tiger demon was excited.

It felt that the formation that bound it was getting weaker and weaker. After looking at it, it saw that there were more patterns on the chains of the formation, and at the same time, the formation was gradually ineffective.

The tiger demon's eyes were even brighter, but he lowered his head to hide it, eating pitiful things.

The fat monk was still thinking.

The more he struggled to think about it, the more he was clueless, and the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became.

"Damn it!" The fat monk was angry, and then he saw the tiger demon who lowered his head to eat. He was even more angry. He slapped the tiger demon on the forehead and cursed:

"Just serve others, but you still have to serve you beast!"

He does a lot of things like fighting tigers on weekdays.

Anyway, the tiger demon was tied up by the formation and could not move, so it was nothing he could vent.

The fat monk turned around and wanted to leave. As soon as he left, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The ground under your feet was hazy and there seemed to be a shadow.

At the same time, there was a thick and fierce aura behind it.

The fat monk's eyes gradually widened.

He turned his head slightly, glanced back at the eyelight and saw the tiger demon he had just bullied, standing behind him silently, opening his bloody mouth towards his head.

The fat monk was both jealous.

"What the hell is going on? How did this evil beast break free from the chains?!"

While frightened, the fat monk tried his best to urge his body to run forward.

The tiger demon bit it, but because he was trapped by the formation for too long, his limbs were stiff and he was slowed down by half a beat, allowing the fat monk to escape.

The fat monk breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

The tiger demon was furious and rushed towards the fat monk and patted it with one claw.

But at this time the fat monk had adjusted his breath and was prepared, and he reluctantly avoided his claws.

The tiger demon continued to bite, and the fat monk relied on his body to fight with him.

Those who can practice sins will not be bad at body skills.

After a few rounds, the fat monk calmed down and his expression disappeared.

He is in the late first-grade stage, and this tiger demon is also in the late first-grade stage.

Even if he can't beat this tiger demon, he can definitely protect himself after dealing with it in a short period of time.

What's more, this tiger demon has been hungry for a long time and has been trapped for a long time, and his strength is not at its peak.

As soon as he thought about this, the fat monk calmed down and then sneered:

"All beast, let's see how I torture you in the future!"

Even if he breaks out of the chain, the tiger demon will not be able to escape from the Black Mountain Village, and will sooner or later fall into his hands.

He won't be so polite then.

The tiger demon was furious, and the more anxious the attack was, the fat monk became more calm.

The ink painting, hiding in the corner, observed for a while, and roughly estimated the strength of the fat monk.

The cultivation level is the ninth level of Qi refining, which is close to the peak, and has a very good body technique. The Taoist practiced is a first-class martial art called Golden Light Fist.

Because he is a sinful practitioner, he fights for many years and has rich experience.

The overall strength is weaker than his father Mo Shan, but stronger than the average demon hunter at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

The fat monk is not valued, not because he is not strong enough, but because he is a newcomer and is not trusted.

In terms of cultivation alone, fat monks are still the upper-middle among evil cultivators.

Mo Hua nodded silently.

If we calculate this way, the average strength of the Qi Refining Evil Cultivator will be stronger than that of the demon hunter.

But the demon hunter has first-grade iron armor and Pu Dao. If he really fights, it is probably between 50 and 50.

The ink painting is a little calmer.

Now that things have come to this, this fat monk is useless.

Mo Hua stretched out his little hand, held it forward and began to find an opportunity to lock the fat monk with the water prison technique, and give the big tiger a meal.

Thank you Ze Yuan for your reward~

Today is still two updates, and there will be another chapter to be updated tomorrow.

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