"Little senior brother..."

Cheng Mo, who was tall and tall, had a clear look in his eyes, even with a hint of admiration, which made him feel uncomfortable looking at the ink paintings.

"Can you sell me a pair of this armor? Any amount of spiritual stones will do!"

Cheng Mo was so greedy that his mouth was watering.

Hearing this, several other people looked at Mo Hua with burning eyes.

Especially Situ Jian and Hao Xuan.

The two of them had never worn this armor, and had never experienced the increase in spiritual power or the surge in Taoist power, so they looked curious and eager.

Situ Jian is a swordsman, and he really wants to know how powerful his Lihuo Sword will be once it is amplified.

Hao Xuan is now considered a "stick" cultivator, but he was also a sword cultivator.

Even if you like to sap, no one would want to try the powerful sword technique once.

Mo Hua said: "This armor has many restrictions, and the formations inside are also very complicated. If I don't control it with my spiritual thoughts, I won't be able to increase my spiritual power..."

A few people felt a little regretful.

However, Cheng Mo still hurriedly said: "Senior brother, next time you want to do something, you must bring me with you. I don't ask too much. As long as you let me wear this armor, I will cut wherever you point me."

Cheng Mo promised with a serious face.

Mo Hua was a little helpless, "Okay..."

He looked up and saw that it was getting late, so he said, "It's getting late. Let's skin the pig demon first and then talk about it when we get back."

"good."

This is a mid-level second-grade pig demon with a fat head and big ears. It is of a special type. It can be skinned and deboned to extract the materials. It seems to be worth a lot of merit.

Cheng Mo raised two big axes and began to chop the pig's head.

Others also divide the work and cooperate.

Elder Xun in the distance finally calmed down after a series of complicated psychological struggles.

No matter what Mo Hua's identity is or where he learned the formation, he has no control over it.

This is the ancestor's business.

As a mere great-great-grandson of the Jindan stage, I don’t have the guts, let alone the ability, to take care of my ancestor’s affairs.

Remember the ancestor's instructions and keep this child safe.

Other than that, other things have nothing to do with you.

Elder Xun nodded and silently glanced at Mo Hua and others.

"However, a second-grade middle-level pig demon with rough skin and thick blood can be killed by these children..."

"What a terrifying future life..."

Elder Xun sighed in his heart.

Although it was a joint effort of several people, it was still quite remarkable.

The last disciple he saw who could lead a team to hunt down mid-stage Foundation Establishment monsters with his mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation seemed to be Senior Brother Xuan...

The sword-shaped eyebrows and long beard, and the upright face suddenly came to mind.

With this thought in mind, Elder Xun's eyes dimmed and he felt sad in his heart.

God is jealous of talents...

Senior Brother Xuan was an amazing kendo genius back then. He was a descendant of the Dugu Ancestor who was the only master in kendo and deified Taixu. He had high hopes from the entire Taixu Sect.

But later, for some unknown reason, his natal spiritual sword broke, and he has been unable to recover since then, losing everyone.

Now there is no news, let alone where he went.

Back then, the two of us practiced together, practiced swordplay together, and were punished together, so we had a deep friendship.

But now time is passing by, the road is long, and I fear that we may never see each other again.

Elder Xun was stunned for a moment...

But before he could feel sad for long, several monks' breaths came from the distance.

Elder Xun turned his head, followed the breath, and frowned slightly.

A few people in Mo Hua were skinning and deboning the pig demon.

After a moment, Mo Hua was suddenly startled. He also raised his head and looked towards the mountain road on the other side. His eyes focused and he said in a deep voice:

"Someone is coming."

Cheng Mo was a little stunned and released his consciousness, but there was no one around.

But seeing that Mo Hua's expression was a little solemn, Cheng Mo and the others knew better. They each picked up their axes and held their swords with guarded expressions.

Within a moment, several monks' auras appeared within the scope of spiritual consciousness.

Cheng Mo and others looked at each other and noticed something was wrong.

These monks clearly sensed Mo Hua and others, and did not shy away from them. They walked over in a swaggering manner and appeared at the edge of the mountain forest.

A group of eight monks, wearing golden robes, golden swords on their waists, all with golden spiritual roots, handsome appearance and arrogant look.

The true meaning of ink painting is true.

It’s Broken Golden Gate…

The faces of these eight people were all unfamiliar, seven of them were in the middle stage of foundation building, and the leader was surprisingly in the late stage of foundation building.

It seems that a senior fellow from Duanjinmen is hunting monsters with a group of disciples.

Brother Duanjinmen, who is in the late stage of foundation building, is tall and thin, with a golden face, his head held high, and he looks very impressive.

To his right, a Duanjinmen disciple took a step forward, pointed at Mo Hua and others, and said:

"You kid, how brave are you? You dare to snatch the monster from our Golden Gate?"

Cheng Mo's eyes narrowed and he said coldly:

"This pig demon was killed by us after a lot of hard work. Does it have anything to do with you and Jinmen?"

The Golden Gate disciple sneered, "How can you disciples who are still in the middle stage of foundation building and still in their infancy kill this second-grade mid-level monster?"

"This pig demon was obviously killed by us!"

"That's right," a disciple on the other side agreed: "We teamed up to besiege and injured the pig demon before. We have been chasing it for a long time, and we were about to succeed, but you guys got there first and picked the peaches...

…”

"Remember that we are all disciples of the sect in the Qianxue State. If you leave the pig demon behind, we can forget about it."

Cheng Mo saw them confusing right and wrong, and was a little angry, "Fuck you!"

The expressions of several Duanjinmen disciples changed and they said sternly:

"Boy, keep your mouth clean!"

"Otherwise we will have to take care of you, the elders of Taixu Clan, and discipline you."

Cheng Mo sneered, "A bunch of losers, they don't dare to do anything themselves, they only know how to steal other people's prey."

The Duan Jinmen disciple was slightly angry and said, "If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."

The leader, Brother Duanjinmen, was already a little displeased and said silently: "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

He pointed at the Mo Hua people and ordered:

"The monster stays, you guys get out."

Cheng Mo was furious, and Situ Jian and others also had cold eyes.

Mo Hua's eyes flashed slightly and he whispered:

"Walk."

Cheng Mo and others were startled, glanced at Mo Hua, suppressed their anger, and nodded slowly.

They had just fought a battle with the pig-headed demon, and their spiritual power had been consumed too much. Their strength has not yet been restored, and they cannot be the opponents of these golden gate-breaking bastards.

What's more, there is a later stage of foundation building on the opposite side.

Although they look down on the people of Duan Jinmen and think that Duan Jinmen is stingy, despicable and shameless, they will not look down on Duan Jinmen's Duan Jin Sword Control Technique.

That senior brother from Broken Gold Gate, with a golden sword on his waist and a flurry of sword energy all over his body, looked like he was a good swordsman.

Sword cultivators in the later stages of foundation building must be very difficult to deal with.

Normally, if they were young and energetic, no matter whether they could win or not, they would definitely rush forward and fight first.

But now that the little senior brother has spoken, they must also follow the good advice.

Cheng Mo and others gave the Duanjinmen disciples a vicious look, and then slowly retreated.

Mo Hua mixed in with a few people and retreated together, not attracting attention, and was not noticed by the disciples of Duanjinmen.
To be continued...