Asking about longevity

It was quiet for a while. ׺°”˜˜`”°º×

"I know magic." Mo Hua emphasized.

Elder Yu organized his thoughts and first praised:

"Yes, if you practice spiritual practice and learn spells well, you will definitely have a bright future."

This is somewhat unconscionable.

After boasting, Elder Yu continued to persuade:

"But your current level is still low and your spiritual power is not strong. Even if you know magic, you are not suitable for fighting with others, especially in such a melee situation."

Elder Yu was afraid that Mo Hua would get hot and rush out to fight with the monks from the Qian family.

In this melee situation, spiritual practice is very dangerous without strict protection.

Yu Chengyi also nodded quickly, he was also afraid of something unexpected happening to Mo Hua.

Mo Shan looked at the ink painting thoughtfully.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "I should be able to help."

Elder Yu was slightly startled, "How can I help?"

"I can't help in the melee, but I can help deal with those spiritual beings."

Elder Yu frowned.

Mo Hua explained: "I only have the sixth level of Qi Refining, and my spells are not very powerful. I may not be able to kill them, but interrupting their spells should not be a big problem."

"What if the opponent uses magic to hit you?" Yu Chengyi asked.

Mo Hua chuckled, "They can't hit me."

Yu Chengyi was stunned, "Why?"

Mo Hua said: "Their spiritual consciousness is not as good as mine. I stand outside the range of their spiritual consciousness and cannot reach it, so naturally my spells cannot hit them.

Yu Chengyi suddenly realized, and he looked at each other with Elder Yu.

Elder Yu agreed: "Okay, we will try tomorrow, but you are in the mine, don't go out."

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

The next day, the two sides fought again.

The Qian family followed the same method, using physical training to contain him and spiritual training as the main attack, thereby wearing down the demon hunter bit by bit.

The demon hunters, after receiving secret instructions from Elder Yu, did not rush to kill them by force, but instead tried to dodge spells to ensure that they were not injured.

At the same time, some demon hunters with good physical skills harassed them from left to right, pretending to attack the Qian family's spiritual cultivators from behind, and restrained the Qian family's physical cultivators, causing them to pull away from each other.

Under such constraints and pulls, the spiritual cultivation of the Qian family was naturally exposed to Mo Hua's vision.

To cast a spell in Mo Hua, you don't actually need to look at it, you just need to lock it with your spiritual consciousness.

The purpose of pulling the Qian family's physical cultivators apart is to prevent them from blocking the fireball technique.

Elder Yu stood behind Mo Hua.

He won't interfere in the fight, but that doesn't stop him from protecting Mo Hua.

If there was really any danger in Mo Hua, he would naturally not stand idly by.

Dao Tingsi's face was slapped. It didn't matter if it was hard to explain to the boss. He just had to apologize more. He was thick-skinned anyway.

The little formation masters who have already reached the threshold of the first level at the age of ten are still from casual cultivators like them.

Elder Yu knew clearly what was light and what was serious.

Elder Yu mentally measured the position of the Qian family's spiritual cultivation, and whispered to Mo Hua:

"It's a bit far, can you hit it?"

Elder Yu knows that he can draw first-class formations in ink painting and has strong spiritual consciousness.

However, strong spiritual consciousness does not necessarily mean that spells can be cast accurately. It's not easy to hit from such a distance.

Mo Hua was also unsure and said, "It should work."

Gotta try anyway.

In the melee with Zhihong, the Qian family's spiritual practice began to make secrets.

Elder Yu's eyes narrowed and he knew in his heart that it was about to begin.

Then he saw Mo Hua raise his hands and point his fingers together, and a fireball flew out.

Elder Yu was surprised, "So fast?"

Before he noticed Mo Hua's movements, a fireball had already finished casting the spell and flew out.

The fireball that flew out drew an arc and hit a Qian family spiritual cultivator.

The Qian family's spiritual practice of Nian Jue was half-luck, and he was caught off guard by the fireball spell. The spell was also interrupted in the middle of casting.

Hit!

Elder Yu felt happy, but turned around to see Mo Hua looking a little unhappy, muttering: "I missed..."

"Didn't you hit it?" Elder Yu couldn't help but ask.

Mo Hua said regretfully: "No, I aimed for the heart, but ended up hitting the wrist."

Elder Yu opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

It's good to be able to hit it from such a distance. Do you still want to hit the center line?

"Fine……"

In order not to appear ignorant, Elder Yu suppressed the shock in his heart and said lightly:

"That's good, as long as you can hit it, don't force it. Just hit it accurately next time."

"good!"

Mo Hua pointed at each other, and in the blink of an eye, the second fireball flew out again.

Now Elder Yu looked carefully.

It is indeed too fast!

Elder Yu was surprised, "I don't know who this child learned the spell from. It is obviously an ordinary fireball spell, but it looks so evil..."

After the second fireball flew out, it hit the shoulder of a Qian family spiritual cultivator.

Mo Hua sighed regretfully, then adjusted his mentality, held his breath and concentrated his consciousness, and continued to use the fireball technique.

Fortunately, the third and fourth fireballs were quite accurate.

One of them really hit the heart of a spiritual cultivator, and the spiritual cultivator immediately fell straight down. Although it was not fatal, he would not be able to get up in the short term.

Another one hit a spiritual cultivator in the face, blowing his face apart and burning off his hair.

Elder Yu looked on without saying anything, but his eyelids were twitching.

Is this a fireball?

Can it really be so accurate?

Ridiculous...

Group battles are already chaotic. One fireball is nothing, but two or three fireballs become obvious.

Especially one of them was blown to the ground and one was blown to pieces.

Even a fool knows something is wrong!

"Spell?!"

“There’s spiritual practice on the other side too!”

The monk from the Qian family looked at Mo Hua. Mo Hua's little body lay on the ground, and the deep bushes completely covered him.

A lot of spiritual consciousness swept towards Mo Hua, but nothing was found.

The location of the ink painting is beyond the reach of ordinary ninth-level Qi Refining monks.

The Qian family's spiritual cultivators were not willing to give in, so they condensed their spells and threw them towards Mo Hua.

All of a sudden, fireballs, water arrows, wind blades and golden light came all at once.

However, when these spells flew not far away, they gradually dissipated due to the loss of spiritual control, and could not hit the ink paintings at all.

Mo Hua was completely relieved now.

Since the Qian family's spiritual cultivation can't hit him, and the Qian family's physical cultivation can't attack him, then he can be unscrupulous.

Mo Hua stuck out his little head and used the fireball technique with a swish.

Fireballs flew over the grass and trees, flew over the rocks, and hit the Qian family's spiritual cultivation.

The fireball technique at the sixth level of Qi Refining is not very powerful, but it is not uncomfortable when it hits the body, especially when it hits a vital point.

Spiritual cultivators are not good at physical training. If they are hit by the fireball technique, even if they are not seriously injured, they will still be injured. Some of them will be blasted to ashes and their hair will be burned off.

And being suppressed by Mo Hua's fireball technique, they were unable to cast the spell at all.

The Qian family's spiritual cultivation was unable to cast spells, so the demon hunters had no control.

Yu Chengyi's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly: "Kill!"

The demon hunters responded one after another, and the shouts of killing shook the sky.

Overflowing with spiritual power and bursting with blood, the demon hunters swung their swords and killed them towards the Qian family monks.

The monks from the Qian family were confused.

Originally, they had a clear division of labor, with spiritual training focusing on attack and physical training focusing on defense. Spiritual training and physical training cooperated with each other, suppressing and consuming at the same time.

Now spiritual cultivation can't attack, and physical cultivation can't be defended at all without the magical suppression of spiritual cultivation.

Under the fierce offensive of the demon hunter, the Qian family was once again killed and retreated steadily.

When Qian Zhongxuan saw this, his face turned livid.

"Where did the spell come from?"

He released his spiritual consciousness and swept towards the ink painting. Elder Yu suddenly appeared, blocking the peep of his consciousness.

Qian Zhongxuan opened his eyes suddenly and saw Elder Yu's teasing and contemptuous eyes.

Seeing that Elder Yu was about to curse, Qian Zhongxuan made a decision immediately:

"withdraw!"