It was quiet for a while.
"I know magic." Mo Hua emphasized.
Elder Yu organized his thoughts and first praised:
"Yes, if you do spiritual practice and study spells well, you will definitely have a bright future."
This is somewhat unconscionable to say.
After the praise, 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 paintings 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 cultivators."
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 them. Naturally, my spells cannot hit them either."
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 started fighting again.
The Qian family followed the same method, using physical training to contain it 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 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 Qian family's spiritual practice was naturally exposed to Mo Hua's vision.
To cast a spell on Mo Hua, you actually don’t 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 in his mind what was light and what was serious.
Elder Yu mentally measured the Qian family's spiritual position 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 the spell will be accurate. From such a distance, it is not easy to hit.
Mo Hua wasn't sure either, so he said, "It should work."
Gotta try it 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 flew out in an arc and hit a Qian 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 and saw 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?
"Okay..."
In order not to appear ignorant, Elder Yu suppressed the shock in his heart and said lightly:
"That's good. Just hit it if you can. Don't force it. Just hit it accurately next time."
"good!"
Mo Hua pointed his fingers together, 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 are quite accurate.
One of them definitely 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 bomb hit a spiritual cultivator in the face, blowing up his face and burning off his hair.
Elder Yu looked on without saying anything, but his eyelids twitched.
Is this a fireball spell?
Can it really be so accurate?
Ridiculous...
Group battles are already chaotic. One fireball is nothing, but two or three fireballs will make it obvious.
Especially one of them was blown to the ground and the other 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 the spiritual consciousness 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 lights 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 practice.
The fireball technique at the sixth level of Qi Refining is not very powerful, but it is not pleasant when it hits the body, especially when it hits a vital point.
Spiritual practitioners 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 blown up to ashes and their hair will be burned off.
And being suppressed by Mo Hua's fireball spell, 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, their division of labor was clear, 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 cannot attack, and physical cultivation cannot be suppressed by spiritual cultivation, so it cannot be defended at all.
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 his spiritual gaze.
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!"
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Chapter completed!