In the late stage of foundation building, he was wanted by the Dao Tingshi, who practiced fire as a "forbidden technique", and killed people like a numb fire Buddha!

The ink painting feels solemn in his heart.

After a little thought, he knew he couldn't beat it!

In the early stage of his foundation building and the late stage of Fire Buddha building, both of them built foundation building, but the difference in cultivation was too great.

The formation is not good either.

Such evil people who have a serious murder will inevitably be cunning and highly vigilant.

If he set up a formation to kill him in broad daylight, he would probably be like stealing a bell, and he could not hide his perception at all.

What's more, he has three helpers.

Two big men, one with rough palms, one with a fat face, and the other with a tall and thin monk.

They can follow the Fire Buddha, and their cultivation level is at least in the middle stage of foundation building, or even in the late stage of foundation building.

And they must be all sinful practices, commit crimes, and have ruthless means.

Mo Hua instantly judged that these bad guys cannot be solved by themselves at the moment.

Especially in this case, without preparation or chance encounter...

"It's important to save your life!"

Mo Hua silently withdrew her gaze, her expression as usual, and continued to lower her head and suck the noodles.

I just quietly accelerated the noodles, my cheeks were round, and I was "huffed" and I ate the remaining noodles in a few seconds. I drank the soup completely.

Mo Hua took out two spirit stones and placed them on the table, trying to keep his voice from appearing strange, and said with a crisp voice:

"Boss, check out!"

The shop owner smiled and said, "Young Master walks slowly."

Mo Hua nodded, got up and left.

But as soon as I took a step, a low and kind voice heard in my ear:

"Little Young Master..."

Mo Hua's heart tightened and felt that he seemed to be locked by a powerful spiritual sense.

The peak spiritual consciousness of the eighteen-patterned lines!

Mo Hua was helpless and pretended to be confused and turned around to look.

Then I saw the tall, kind-hearted man who had been silent before was looking at him.

The man looked calm and his voice was calm, but his eyes were a little deep:

"You...recognize me?"

The ink painting remained silent and looked puzzled:

"Uncle, who are you?"

The man's eyes were slightly deep, his face was unhappy, and he was also a little puzzled...

Logically speaking, he cannot be recognized...

He killed everyone who had seen his face, no matter men, women, young and old, and then burned it to ashes without leaving any living mouth.

Those who cannot be killed are also senior officials of Daotingsi or experienced Diansi.

The cultivation level is at least above the Golden Pill.

This childish little guy, no matter how he looks at it, doesn't seem to know himself.

There is no reason to recognize yourself.

The man frowned slightly.

But just now, he did notice a trace of spiritual spy.

Although it is very thin and slight, and the magical technique of spying through the magical sense is as if it is like a dragonfly sifting through the water, it swept past.

But I can't hide it from myself who fights to the death for many years and is on the verge of death.

What's strange is that this trace of spiritual consciousness flashed in a flash.

When I went to check again, there was no trace of it. The only one that was a little abnormal was the nearby child who was eating noodles.

He seemed to have glanced at himself with his eyes, and then buried his head in eating noodles.

The man's eyes were slightly deeper.

This spy of spiritual consciousness is very deep. Logically speaking, it is impossible for such a small monk to cultivate it.

This kind of experienced spiritual spy can't be able to see this young monk.

But my intuition told myself...

This kid is a little out of place.

Especially after he glanced at himself, his noodles had obviously accelerated, and he got up and was about to leave.

This is very abnormal.

It's like...

He recognized himself, knew his identity, and wanted to escape to avoid risks...

The man looked gentle, but his eyes gradually became deeper.

At that moment, Mo Hua also felt a little nervous.

This man who may be "Fire Buddha" is doubting himself!

I am too alert and too suspicious...

I have to find a way to fool it...

The expression of the ink painting remains unchanged, and his mind changes rapidly.

Another big man looked at the ink painting and said in confusion:

"Brother, is there something wrong with this little guy?"

The other two also whispered, "No way..."

"I can't see..."

“Too small…”

"Sect disciple?"

"Eat noodles here alone?"

Mo Hua did not wear the Taoist robe of Taixumen, but was wearing his usual clothes, so they didn't know the details.

The man in the lead was silent, thinking and silent.

A big man said to Mo Hua:

"Little kid, which family are you from, whose surname is, what sect, what do you do here alone?"

After saying that, he sneered, "Don't tell me, you came to this mountain just to eat a bowl of noodles..."

Mo Hua's face was a little nervous and a little "feared", and she looked like she was "showing off her power":

"I don't know who you are, why should I tell you?"

The big man sneered, "Little devil, don't be ungrateful."

The others also slowly stood up and stared at the Mo Hua with bad looks.

Ink painting took two steps back "feared".

A monk stood up next to him and stepped forward and accused him:

"What's your ability to make things difficult for a child if you are an adult?"

Seeing someone dared to care about his nostalgia, the man's face flashed with a fierce anger, and he drifted in front of the man. His fist was wrapped in gray-colored spiritual power and suddenly blasted out.

The punch was so powerful that it was amazing.

"Later stage of foundation building!"

The monk suddenly widened his eyes, barely crossed his arms, blocking the punch, but was still bombarded ten feet away, spitting blood.

The man took a big step forward and touched the storage bag on his waist, as if he wanted to draw a knife and cut the nosy person to death.

The man in the lead looked fierce.

The man felt a cold sweat on his back, and then he remembered that he could not make any troubles. He smiled and withdrew his hand, and cursed at the monk who was meddling in business:

"roll!"

The monk knew he was defeated and left angrily.

When the tea shops around saw that the situation was not good, they all dispersed.
To be continued...