Concealment technique!
Mo Hua has been coveting this spell for a long time.
When I first saw Diao Laosan using this magic, I wanted to learn ink painting.
Although Elder Yu said that he is a little Five Elements Spiritual Root and is not suitable for learning this magic, how can you know if you don’t try it?
He had previously thought that the hidden monk had been killed by a random knife, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
But he didn't expect that he would appear again now, which was an unexpected surprise.
Since it appears, don't try to run away.
Ink painting also needs to ask about the magic tricks of concealment.
He has now refined Qi seventh level, and his body skills are temporarily enough, but his spell is only one fireball technique.
The power is not as good as the top and the bottom, so I can only say that it is just the right one.
But the spiritual roots of the Mohua are not good, and the skills do not add spiritual power, so the power of the spell will not be very strong. Even if you learn another attack spell, it will be meaningless.
Ink Painting wants to learn some more practical spells.
Concealment is more suitable.
The powerful spiritual consciousness can conceal the breath and be difficult to be perceived by others, while the concealment technique can conceal the body and not be seen by others.
The ink painting has a strong spiritual sense, and if you learn a hidden technique, you will basically protect yourself.
When practicing Taoism and seeking immortality, since you seek immortality, you must first live.
Diao Laosan was twisted by Yu Chengyi, and his head was sweating profusely. He heard this and said angrily: "Don't think about it!"
I fell into the hands of this little ghost again and again, hoping to kill him, so how could I hand over the hidden technique to him?
Mo Hua hummed, "Don't toast or not eat the punishment!"
Diao Laosan gritted his teeth and refused to say anything.
Mo Hua looked at him, and suddenly his eyes lit up and asked Yu Chengyi, "Uncle Yu, where is his storage bag?"
When a sin cultivator is arrested, the storage bag must be taken down regardless of life or death, and will be marked.
Yu Chengyi searched for a while, took out a storage bag embroidered with blue water patterns, and threw it to Mo Hua.
Mohua poured out everything in the storage bag.
There are two spare daggers, one is a first-grade spiritual weapon, and the other is not. I guess it is just a temporary use.
Several bottles of poison, with words on them, with the name of the poison written on them, were used to apply them to the dagger.
There are also several bottles of antidote. Although they are not written, the color of the bottle corresponds to the poison one by one.
There are also several books such as martial arts and Taoism, but after a quick look at the ink painting, they are all bad things.
There is no hidden magic trick.
Mo Hua frowned, "Where did you hide the magic formula?"
Diao Laosan gritted his teeth and said, "Little bastard, I won't tell you!"
"Do you dare to scold me?" Mo Hua raised her eyebrows, pulled out a thousand-pound stick with her backhand, and said angrily: "Look, I won't smash your mouth!"
Yu Chengyi quickly stopped him, "Don't do it, don't be tired."
Ink painting is not physical cultivation, but not good at physical cultivation. It is really possible that you will hurt yourself.
Besides, there are so many demon hunters here, so how can he use him to do it?
Several other demon hunters went up to beat Diao Laosan himself.
They had been guarding the spirit mine and saw many of their companions lying under Diao Laosan's sinister dagger. They were naturally full of resentment in their hearts, and they just vented their anger at this time.
After almost the fight, Yu Chengyi called for a stop.
Mo Hua continued to ask, "Do you say it?"
Diao Lao San spit out a mouthful of blood and said softly: "If I say it, can I let my life go?"
Mo Hua snorted coldly: "What kind of dreams do you have in spring and autumn?"
He raised two small fingers and continued, "You have only two choices. One is to be honest. We will send you to Daotingsi, whether you are dead or alive, see how Daotingsi judges..."
"Second, if you don't say it, you will kill you now. Anyway, you are a sinful practitioner, and you will die in vain if you die."
Diao Laosan said coldly: "Everyone and every other are dead, why should I say it?"
He knew very well that the crime he had committed would definitely die if he fell into the hands of Daotingsi.
"One is likely to die, and the other is now dead. The difference is huge."
Mo Hua explained to him: "If you enter the Daoting Department, if you bribe Dian Department, you may not be sentenced to death. If you bribe the Chief Secretary, you may be acquitted. In the least you bribe the prison guards, you can try to escape from prison..."
Diao Lao San rolled his eyes. If he had this ability and could bribe the Chief Secretary, how could he fall into the position of becoming a bandit?
I have long been able to become a clan leader of the family or the head of the sect, and at the very least, I can become an elder.
Diao Laosan sneered in his heart and still refused to speak.
Seeing this, Mo Hua could only regretfully say, "Then you can get on the road."
These sins are not worth mercy, but death is pure. As for magic, he will find another way, and it is not necessary to conceal the art.
Mo Hua looked at Yu Chengyi, Yu Chengyi nodded and ordered:
"Drag to one side and kill it with a random knife."
A demon hunter came over, grabbed the chain with his big hand, dragged Diao Laosan into the woods on the side.
Diao Lao San was dragged halfway and suddenly reacted: "I'm going to die now!"
He lived for more than a hundred years and thought about his own way of dying countless times, but he didn't care about it at that time.
Now that he is truly facing death, he realizes the fear of death.
The boundless fear instantly swallowed him, his toughness that he could not speak was collapsed in an instant, and his mind was instantly disintegrating.
At this moment, he just thought, even if it was a day or even an hour.
As long as you don’t die now, you will die tomorrow, even if you die next time, it will be better than you die now.
Death in the Daotingsi is better than being cut to death by random knives and thrown to feed monsters.
Diao Lao San hurriedly shouted: "I said! I said!"
Mo Hua was so energetic when she heard this, "Wait a minute!"
The demon hunter dragged Diao Laosan back and threw it in front of Mo Hua.
Diao Lao San's expression was already weak and his aura was dying.
Seeing this, Mo Hua said in confusion: "Isn't it okay to say it earlier? Why are you going to be beaten more often? Are you a waste of your bones..."
Diao Laosan was angry and vomited blood again.
Yu Chengyi whispered to Mo Hua: "Say less and don't piss him to death."
"Oh." Mo Hua nodded repeatedly and asked the important matter: "Where is the magic trick of concealment?"
Diao Lao San completely surrendered, felt the great fear of death, his heart also dissipated, and said honestly:
"In those Taoist books, there is a book called "Flame Fist", from pages 19 to pages 54, which records...the hidden technique."
Mo Hua searched for the things in his storage bag again, and found a book with old folds from a bunch of Taoist scriptures.
After turning to page 19, I found that the contents of the previous and subsequent texts were indeed very different.
The fire-based martial arts and Taoism that refines the body is still used. After nineteen pages, it suddenly becomes a secret water-based spiritual magic.
And there are indeed small characters marked between the lines of the book:
Concealment.
Mo Hua was overjoyed and looked at Diao Laosan, thinking that he was worthy of being an old monk, and his mind was indeed cunning, and he hid precious magic tricks in ordinary body-refining Taoist techniques.
It is dark under the lamp, so it is naturally not easy to be noticed.
Mo Hua satisfactorily put the "Fire Fist" with hidden magic tricks into his storage bag. Suddenly he frowned and thought to himself:
He hid the hidden art in "Flame Fist". Will he also hid other magic in another book?
Mo Hua began to look through other Taoist books again, reading them page by page, and finally he discovered an abnormality.
A Taoist martial arts book called "Fast Sand Palm" records another magic that has never been heard of ink painting:
Water prison technique.
Mo Hua raised her eyebrows, buy one get one free!
Thank you Ze Yuan, the reward for the night and Xingchen ~
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Chapter completed!